Stoker Household Activity Log: April (Mmm Sacrelicious...)

[tinyvampiregod]

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.

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[bloodthirsts]

"It's Snow White who had the glass coffin, I'm sure." she rolled her eyes. "Well princesses in fairy tales always have long hair, anyway." her eyes flicked to the coffin, "Only if you wanted to suffocate." Be her own fault then, wouldn't it? Though she was sure no one else would see it that way, blame Seras of course.

"You'll get bed sores." Seras said accusingly, turning to go to her wardrobe and undoing the buttons of her uniform shirt.

[integra_hellsing]

"Same difference. I didn't have time as a child to listen to all of that fairy tale nonsense," she muttered, dragging her hand back under the covers. At this point, she was nothing more than a giant ball of sheets and covers. "I never said I'd sleep with the lid on, Police Girl. I'm not stupid."

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.

[bloodthirsts]

"Well that's a shame for you." Seras muttered herself, too low perhaps for Integra to hear as she pulled off her work shirt and reached into the closet for a simple black one. "No, just lazy evidently." she shot back, with a tone she would have been scandalised to hear herself use under any other circumstances.

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?"

[integra_hellsing]

"Shut up," she snapped again, but really there was no bite to her bark. She just didn't care tonight, despite the fact that usually she would have been all over Seras for that comment. Or at least she would have taken a good shot at her.

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."

[bloodthirsts]

"I'm not going to shut up when it's my room!"

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."

[integra_hellsing]

"Yes, well, now it's my room. Get over it."

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."

[bloodthirsts]

"No it's not!" Seras protested, about to launch into a speech about abuse of power worthy of a Monty Python sketch when Integra's head poked out and she said more.

"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.

[integra_hellsing]

"Yes, it is. Shut up and stop being loud."

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!"

[bloodthirsts]

"You keep telling me to shut up and then you keep talking to me." the vampire retorted, with a smirk.

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."

[integra_hellsing]

"I don't have to take this," Integra stated, turning over on her side and pulling the covers up to her shoulders, snuggling up and making herself quiet at home.

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."

[bloodthirsts]

"How does it even... it's not like I've got my tits out!" Seras complained, "Nothing wrong with showing a bit of leg!" she folded her arms below her breasts, sighing with exasperation. "Have you ever even tried dressing up?"

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.

[integra_hellsing]

"YET. You don't have them out YET. I wish my breasts were that large. Maybe if they were, people wouldn't think I was a man." A pause. "Yes. Don't you remember the time in the museum when that twat Maxwell was late?"

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."

[bloodthirsts]

"No you don't." Seras snorted and shook her head, "The bleeding backaches for one thing! I'm lucky I'm a vampire now. I always wished they'd been smaller, not to mention people always stare and it's horrid!"

Seras looked down at her, wrinkling her brow, "What're you on about?"

[integra_hellsing]

"It doesn't matter. Women with large breasts get more positive attention. If I had breasts like yours, I'll bet the Council wouldn't argue with me."

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."

[bloodthirsts]

"I think you're missing the point. It gets old after the catcalls and wolf-whistles and whatnot. Feeling like you're just a piece of meat on display." Seras hiked her shoulders up irritably, "I bet they would..."

She eyed Integra dubiously, "Fine, whatever! I'm going out! You stay there and smother yourself with blankets."

[integra_hellsing]

"Still, at least you aren't called a man or a lesbian," she replied with a huff, pausing only to flop over onto her back so that she could stare at the poor woman.

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."

[bloodthirsts]

Seras stared at her for a moment, "... no. Really -- no. If you want a glass of water get out of bed and get one yourself!"

And with that she turned to stalk out of the room.

[integra_hellsing]

"You don't seem to realize that wasn't a request. That was an order, Police Girl," Integra replied, frowning. "I can't get out of bed. You don't seem to understand, I don't feel well. Would you really let your employer lay here dying of thirst? Or perhaps you're forgetting the time when I gave you my blood to help you out."

[bloodthirsts]

"You got from your bed to mine..." she muttered, sighing heavily. "Fine I'll go get you a glass of water. But then I'm going!"

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!

[integra_hellsing]

"...Bring me some crackers, too."

Unfortunately, Seras' bed was no longer nice looking and tidy. No, the sheets had been kicked onto the ground, the quilt was all wrinkled and half off of the bed as well, and Integra huffed when she accidentally kicked it to the floor.

Wearily, she reached for it, and then just gave up.

[bloodthirsts]

Crackers! Seras punched the wall as she walked, leaving a spiderweb of cracks in the stone. To the kitchen, glass of water and crackers.

When she returned to the room she almost threw the crackers at Integra but somehow refrained. "Here's the damn crackers and the damn water, now I am going!"

[integra_hellsing]

Integra merely placed the desired items onto the ground next to the bed and left them untouched for now. Poor, poor Seras.

"Fine. Go. I don't need you. See if I care."

[bloodthirsts]

"Good! Fine! I will!" she went to the door, went to shut it behind then paused just long enough to yell, "And get out of my bed!" before shutting it hard and heading out of the manor.