31st Confession [Voice/Action]

[notabluesbro]

 Ugh....

[Yeah, nice to see you, too, village; Wolfwood here is just frowning at her return-outfit. 

... Wait.

Yeah, that's right, Nicholas has become a Nichola. Not that she really... knows this, because she's always been a woman. Obviously. She's at least grateful to find they left her a complimentary box of cigarettes for her troubles in the malnosso's camp. At any rate, she's stuck in one of her casual white button-ups, which leaves little to the imagination, chest-wise; typical for her, but —]



Y'know, I'd really love a decent pair of pants right about now; complaint number 1,460 from me, I know, but I can be picky when I wanna' be. Anyone know how long I've been out? [a puff of wispy smoke, followed by cold breath] Wait. Don't tell me.

Journal's pointing out I've been thrown right into the middle of a New Feather cycle...

[a click of the tongue, as she clasps her smoke between her fingers]

Huh. Well, welcome to Luceti, amigos. Hope you enjoy your stay... for whatever that's worth.

[Better start moving, Wolfwood, before your feet go frostbitten. And she should probably... address her absence. But honestly? When you're gone for the umpteenth time thanks to the Malnosso, you start getting even more casual than usual. Is this a good thing? Of course not. But it's a Thing.]

Hope my cross is still in one piece back at the house, anyway? Insurance girls, needle noggin? Amelia? You guys around? Looks like their crappy experiment on me finally wore off.

[She's hardly shy as she journeys back through the forest, into the village. First stop—pants. Need them. Black ones'll always do. Black coat. A decent pair of shoes. She'll be at the clothing department, wandering toward the trigun house, or make her way through the forest. Maybe drop in on the bar once she's got her clothes on for a quick drink to dull the headache that sometimes comes with a return.]

[[ooc: wanted to get this out of the way! replies will come tomorrow, once my icons are set up; replies will be from notabluesgirl  XD]]

Comments

[notabluesgirl]

Right. [She breathes into her hands, following quietly.] How's the village been for the last... geez, month? I think I ended up missing Christmas, too. Damn.

[mikangirl]

Same as usual. Think we had a draft in there while you were gone. [She thinks. Nami loses track of time easily around here.] No moons falling out of the sky or anything like that, though. Here. [Offering you a hand to get up on the duck. Making a habit of this with your characters, Ashlee, geez.]

[notabluesgirl]

Aaa... [Hush you and help me up on the dumb duck.] Sounds unsurprising. New Feathers... it's not time for those yet, is it? I'd hate to be dropped off in the middle of a mobstorm at the bar.

[mikangirl]

Oh, yeah. They've started coming in. [Duh. That counts as something new, Nami. Helping you up on the damn duck.] I don't think anyone else you know, though. Or at least, Vash hasn't said anything.

Also, you might wanna hold on to something.

[notabluesgirl]

[PFFFT--holding on tight now. :|]

Good! I can't think of many people from home I'd want here, anyway.

[mikangirl]

Well, your home has never struck me as the most hospitable of places.

[Fly, my Biri. fly! \o/~~]

[notabluesgirl]

Really? What gave you that idea?

[THE HUMOR IN MY VOICE, IT DRIPS, MAN.]

[mikangirl]

I wonder. Something about a two for one psychopath rating.

[Look at that, we're halfway home already. ALL HAIL BIRI AIRLINES.]

[notabluesgirl]

Okay, good point... We do have way too many crazies. Maybe it's the double-dose of UV rays frying their brains...

[mikangirl]

Well, at least you're rid of both your crazies here now. Do let us know if anyone else happens to drop in.

[notabluesgirl]

Thank the Lord, too. [SRSLY.] I'll let you know asap; would flailing and yelling over the journal suffice?

[mikangirl]

It's a good start, definitely. Though you might want to drop some names or we might just assume someone stole your cigarettes.

[notabluesgirl]

Aa, point taken.

...

If someone does steal my cigarettes, I'll let you all know, too.

[mikangirl]

I look forward to it. [Grin.] We've got two smokers in our house, if you're ever really short. I'm sure they won't mind. Much.

[Hey look, house in view.]