The Invitation part 2

[Seven]

Magerita opens the door, "you're calling rather late," she says sleepily, "let me guess--weird time thing?" she lets her inside, but watches as tall goes back to his room she gets a little smirk, "oooh. hohho," she chuckles softly, "damien is going to be very jealous....."

[The Imfamous AKA]

She scoffs. "A) Yes, it's a weird time thing. B) Screw Damien. And C) Shut up and give me my shot so I can get some sleep."

[Seven]

magerita laughs, and gives her the shot, "i know this isn't my place--but you 2 really DO look so cute together--I can't even say why...."

[The Imfamous AKA]

She rolls her eyes. "WHy does everyone have to say that? Vinnie and ZIn have been mocking us from the start, all of my followers commented on it, and even my Sentinals think so! I just don't get it!" She shakes out her arm.

[Seven]

magerita sighs, "think of it this way love---do you recall sitcoms and day dramas? where the audience can see something coming from a mile away though the characters in the show are completely oblivious? well, if it weren't for all of us saying you look so cute together, causing you 2 to resist it so much, well....you 2 might actually realize how cute you look together!" she smiles.

[The Imfamous AKA]

She winces. "This is why I don't watch TV." SHe turns for the door. "Thank for the shot," SHe says as she stteps out the door and back into the shadows.

[Seven]

magerita just waves, closing the door.


((next day?))

[The Imfamous AKA]

((Quite.))

[Seven]

well, whenever it is aka wakes up at, she'd realize something was terribly, terribly gone.
mostly the fact that all of her ordinary clothes are missing. instead, the closet is now filled with an assortment of colors and low cut shirts. you can smell vinnie's prescence was at work. a terrible shame that all of her sentinals were so drunk last night.

taped to her mirror is a note that reads as follows:

Dearest Aka,

Due to the fact you always dress like a frumpy old woman in frumpy old clothes, we have taken the burden upon ourselves to set things straight in this world. Less you wish to EVER see your old frumpy black clothes again, you must pick out an outfit and wear it for the entirety of the day. We are doing this with your best intentions is mind.

Sincerely,
The Resident Fashion Team
<3


Indeed--the clothes are long gone.

[The Imfamous AKA]

With a low, loud growl, which would probably wake everyone up, she dumps all of the clothes out her door into the hallway. "Not a chance in hell, VINNIE!" She stomps over the clothes, successfully wrinkling a good number of them, storms down the hallway and continues storming until she's out the front door. Seconds later, her motorcycle would roar to life, start to pull away, and then simply cut out into silence ackwardly.

Zin pokes her head out her door. "We really pissed her off...."

[Seven]

"aww...she's really no fun," vinnie pouts. "should we go bother Damien now instead?" vinnie looks down at the petite zin

[The Imfamous AKA]

She shrugs. "Whatever." She starts down the hallway, carefully stepping around the clothes.

[Seven]

"still..what a waste of clothes," she stares down at them, "maybe we can get one of the boys drunk enough that we can dress them up in them though....

I wonder when aka's coming back?" she says loudly.

((when IS she coming back?))

[The Imfamous AKA]

((Soon enough))

"I dunno. SHe seemed pretty mad, so it could be awhile...."

[Seven]

"well, tall is probably in that god damn workshop again--as always. what do you think Damien is up to?" she says, leaning against the wall, trying to think of some new person to mischief.