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Stoker Household Activity Log: April (Mmm Sacrelicious...)
Who: Open to all residents and their visitors.
When: The month of April (specific dates in subject lines)
Where: The Stoker Household / Winthers Lake Manor in Sector Seven, close to the border of Sector Four.
Summary: Daily shenanigans and interactions amongst the household throughout the month.
Warnings: There will be threads regarding the Seven Sins plot for the month, so expect some Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, and Wrath.
Enter freely and of your own volition.
When: The month of April (specific dates in subject lines)
Where: The Stoker Household / Winthers Lake Manor in Sector Seven, close to the border of Sector Four.
Summary: Daily shenanigans and interactions amongst the household throughout the month.
Warnings: There will be threads regarding the Seven Sins plot for the month, so expect some Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, and Wrath.
Enter freely and of your own volition.
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She walked over to the side of the bed and managed to hear clearly what was said next. "I wasn't being loud!"
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Integra felt her eye twitch when the draculina spoke up again. "You're being loud now, too. Shut up."
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"I am not being loud! And what hour do you call this to be in bed, anyway?"
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Dropping her hand back down, it hung at the edge of the bed. "You're being louder than before. I call it a good hour for being in bed. Go away."
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"It's past eight at night! I'm supposed to be the nocturnal one, you know."
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Pausing, her hand rotated in a circle, before dropping back down. "Then go and be nocturnal. This is a good time for me to be in bed. Specifically, yours."
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"You'll get bed sores." Seras said accusingly, turning to go to her wardrobe and undoing the buttons of her uniform shirt.
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The heiress was quiet for a moment. "I will not. Stop lecturing me, you aren't my mother," she snapped back, pulling the blankets tighter around herself.
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Pulling the t-shirt over her head she yanked it down and turned back to look at the pile of blankets for a moment. That comment sobered her at least a little, "... well still, it is ridiculous, you being in bed all this time. Have you even eaten anything today?"
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Huffing, Integra further curled up. "No. Why would I eat, when I can lie here and sleep?" she asked. "Your bed is more comfortable than mine. I wish mine felt like this. It's not fair."
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Off came the trousers, Seras pulling up a short skirt up her legs instead and then slid her feet into a practical pair of combat boots. "Come off it, you must be hungry, thirsty at least. Who stays fast asleep all bloody day?" her lip curled, baring a fang. "It's the same as every bed in this manor."
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Fortunately, Seras was dressed by the time Integra poked her mussed head out of the covers, squinting to see her. She didn't have her glasses on, after all. Putting them back on, she stared blankly at the younger woman.
"I'm not. I just want to sleep... why are you dressed like that?" she asked, eyes narrowing behind her lenses. "It must be nice to be able to look like a woman once in a while. I wish I had that bloody privilege."
...A pause. "No. Your bed is better."
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"I'm going out to kill something."
It was said indignantly, Seras pursing her lips. "What...? Well who's stopping you! Throw on a skirt if it'll make you happy. Never saw why you always dress like a bloke anyway." In fact Seras had always thought Integra liked dressing that way and never thought she might want otherwise.
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Integra continued staring, and then pointed accusingly at her. "You're not going out to kill something dressed like that. No one does that. You'll look like a hooker. Don't do it."
Poor Seras. Dropping her arm, the woman huffed again. "You say that because YOU aren't the one who has to dress like I do! You don't know what it's like to have to keep up with a bunch of old men who look down on you, do you? No. You don't have to do the things that I do-- I do NOT dress like a bloke!"
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Then she gaped. "I do not look like a hooker! How do I look like a hooker?! It's not that sodding different from my Hellsing uniform!" Which she'd found questionable when she first got it, then ended up used to. "I'm not even wearing the stockings! Besides, the skirt's easy to move in!"
Seras drew herself up to her rather not much height, "Well you should've punched the old farts, then! Kick them in the goolies."
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She did, however, smirk at poor Seras' outburst. "The stockings covered up more skin. You could have asked for a new uniform and I would have given it to you. It's not my fault you like to dress like that. At least YOU can get away with it. I couldn't."
Turning over to stare at the poor Draculina again, she huffed. "It isn't that easy. They're old. You wouldn't understand. No one understands. It just isn't fair."
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Now really, was this Miss Integra whining about how things weren't fair? Really? "Course it isn't bloody fair, what the fuck is fair! Fair wouldn't be dealing with sodding Nazis and being whisked away to strange cities and having a soul ripped away from you cos some arsehole machine felt like it!" she grit her teeth.
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Honestly, if Integra could get up right now, she'd probably be jabbing a finger into those huge tits. An ACCUSING finger. Fortunately, she could not. So she merely continued lying like a lump. "You aren't even from the same moment in time that I am. Feel fortunate you haven't seen the shit that I have."
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Seras looked down at her, wrinkling her brow, "What're you on about?"
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Cracking an eye open, Integra looked right back up at Seras. "It's nothing. When you get home, you'll see for yourself... you're lucky you don't know what I do."
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She eyed Integra dubiously, "Fine, whatever! I'm going out! You stay there and smother yourself with blankets."
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Staring up at her like some sort of ill, wounded animal [something which she very much was NOT], she suddenly blurted out, "...Go get me a glass of water before you go."
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And with that she turned to stalk out of the room.
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The latter part was said with determination, even as she went to grab a glass and fill it up for the lazybones mistress of the manor. Honestly, what an abuse of power!
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