CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: I SEE LONDON, I SEE FRANCE~

[intercom_voice]

[Everybody sees everyone's underpants!

By whatever sadistic, poltergeist-like conscious that ruled this place, everything that isn't undergarments has gone missing. Luckily for everyone, tank tops and socks also count as an undergarments, along with the usual.]

((ooc: event will last until the 20th~ available clothing are: socks, plain tank tops, underwear/boxers/etc. and bras. UNDERAGED CHARACTERS DO NOT HAVE TO BE AFFECTED, but if you want to that's fine too.

Have fun, tag your series title, and so on!))

Comments

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

That must be one hell of a book.

[Sibyll isn't happy to be in her underclothes, but she still has her gun belt, so things could be worse.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Eh? [He looks up, glancing her over in one careless glance. Hm. Not bad. But then his eyes are back on his book. Mostly because she's still got her gun.]

Long time no see, Sibyll. It's not bad. Not as good as I'd heard, but still pretty okay.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

What's it about?

small>[She leans in to peer at the book, then over at the tea. The steaming water is much more appealing. It is rather chilly.

Yep, she's going to reach out with one hand and delicately snatch the mug of tea. Curiously, Sibyll sniffs at it, then takes a sip.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oy-!

[Tch... dammit, that was his tea. It's just ordinary milk tea with a little sugar and a tiny bit of cinnamon, but it's warm, and that's what counts.]

Tch... it's a collection of short horror stories from the nineteenth century. Mostly, it doesn't bother to explain what it's about. It's just 'stuff happens and it's usually things beyond human comprehension that did it'.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Mmm, this is good! What is it? [She continues to drink down the stolen tea. The Courier sways away from Bakura in case he gets any funny ideas about stealing his tea back.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...you're serious? [No worries there! He's not exactly a germaphobe, but he's not too happy with the idea of drinking from the same cup as a woman who admitted her world is filled with radiation.]

It's tea, with milk and honey added in.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Have to remember to ask Ryou to make me some more later. If you ever let him out again. Suppose it's just as well that necklaces don't count as clothing. I don't want to give the poor kid a heart attack.

[She shrugs and drinks down the rest of the tea. Then she returns the cup to its original spot by Bakura as if it had never left.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I let him out quite a bit, lately! As you'd know if you were ever around. [...he doesn't mean that to sound like scolding.]

But he was kind of overwhelmed by the sudden flood of half-naked people and I decided to take over for a while to spare his embarrassment. And my ears.

As to the Ring... I think it fails to count when it happens to be my goddamned soul-container.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Aww, you miss me? I'm so flattered. [She laughs and pets his cheek.]

Quite courteous for someone stealing a body. I didn't expect that out of you.

[Contrary to what she's saying, Sibyll's tone and expression are still light and friendly.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I never said that! [Dammit, talk about a flustering statement!

He's no stranger to dissonance, but it's no more comfortable than if he was. He frowns a little at the petting, but endures it. What a weirdly parental action.]

I'm not above courtesy, when it suits me. I'd guess you're no stranger to that concept.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[She lets the subtle insult slide without comment. No, she's prepared to tease him about something else.]

I don't know, that sounded like you missed me being around. Sounded almost like you were scolding me for being away. [Reaching out again, she ruffles his hair with a laugh.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[HISS. He glowers at her a little, baring his tiny fangs like an angry cat.]

I was not scolding! Simply pointing out a true fact.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[The spirit could be intimidating at times. This was simply not one of them. At the moment he simply reminded her of something small, fuzzy and irritated. If she had a clear idea of what a cat was and how it behaved, she would have compared him to one. Regardless, she got the sense that if she continued to antagonize him with touch, he would bite her. Time to just antagonize him with words.]

You know, I've never really see a cat before, 'cept for in books, but you're reminding me of one right now.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Tch... Are you calling me annoying?

[Bakura is not fond of cats. They're not too fond of him, either. There's a reason Ryou never got a pet to help with the crippling loneliness, after all.]

I find it hard to believe that cats have gone extinct by your time.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Don't think they have, but I've never seen any for myself. Deserts aren't the most hospitable places. Coyotes are probably the smallest thing out there. But I get the feeling you and most animals don't get along.

[She's rather sorry there isn't more tea. It's starting to get cold again. Folding her arms over her chest, and with a twisted grin, Sibyll inches towards the grouchy spirit.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...hm? What the hell are you up to, woman?

[He eyes her suspiciously, leaning back in his chair in a wary manner.]

Most animals can sense what I am. It's only natural.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Just looking for warmth. I did mention I'm from a desert, right. You're from one. Even though it gets cool at night, it doesn't get this cold. It's a shame you don't have more tea.

[She begins to meander about, making circles that get ever so much closer to Bakura.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

If you're so desperate for warmth, I'm sure I can set something on fire.

[Like you. Stop creeping him out, woman.]

If you're so desperate for tea, you can go to the lounge and make your own.

...and how did you know I was from a desert?

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Doesn't look like you fared so well the last time you played with fire.

[The courier reaches out to take his burned arm in her warm hands, but lets go fairly quickly.]

You've mentioned Egypt before. Sure, my world is a nuclear wasteland, but schooling does still exist.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Heh. How warm she was. He supposed that was from the teacup. Resting his head on his hands, he looks her over carelessly.]

...I was lucky. Not many can say they were smote by God and walked away. At any rate, I don't remember much of anything from back then.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Poor Ryou. Can't imagine he's done anything deserving of that.

[There's actual pity in her voice now, and her eyes flick to his face, looking for traces of the boy.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

He's fine. He slept through the entire thing. Like that, he can't feel any pain.

[There's no sign of him. Bakura's keeping him pretty heavily sedated.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Yes, so much kinder to let him wake up to strange injuries and no memory of how he got them.

[She hops up to sit on the table and watch the spirit.]

Ever had that happen to you? Losing your memory?

[fluffydeathdealer]

[He doesn't bother answering the first part. Like he cares...]

Of course. I don't remember anything about my past, or who I was when I was alive, except for the fact that I was apparently a muscle-bound idiot. He's here, if you were curious.

On top of that, there's gaps in my memory too.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

[She actually looks quite interested in this reveal. Sitting up straighter, Sibyll glances down at him more closely.]

Really? Side effect of getting stuck in a necklace?

[Like hell was she going to tell him that she was in the same boat.]