Lust (
a_sin_for_him) wrote in
victory_road2017-10-11 08:13 pm
Log
Who: Lust and Shark House. Lust and OPEN
Where: Goldenrod
When: Sometime late at night
Summary: Lust can't sleep
Rating: PG-13ish?
Log:
A: Closed to House Members
[Lust can't remember the dream that shook her from sleep, but this has been the third night in a row. Even an extra glass of wine before bed hasn't made a difference, and it always used to. It's distressing. Moreso that she can't remember the dreams.]
[So it's some god awful hour of the night and Lust is puttering around the kitchen, making tea simply because that's what every single human being on television does when they can't sleep. Her pair of Munna trail after her, and she pauses with whistling kettle in hand to glare at them.]
Don't look at me like that, you porcelain knickknacks come to life, you're supposed to keep this sort of thing from happening. I'm very disappointed in you, Lady Pennywhistle, Dame Applebrook.
[She hasn't been sleeping very well. Which is likely why she stumbles right over Guttle, dropping the kettle and cursing loudly, sending both Munna and the Spheal into a noisy panic...]
B: Goldenrod Streets - Open
[When all else fails, there's always the classic 'going for a walk'. Lust pulls a long coat with a hood over her pajamas and calls her Houndoom and heads out into the night. Maybe she can simply wander and exhaust herself. She only wishes she could remember what she's been dreaming about, for her own peace of mind. Considering the chatter on the network and everywhere else, she knows she's hardly alone in troubled sleep, but she hates not being able to remember her own dreams. Bad enough she can't remember her own life...]
[Well, it's probably for the best. She knows the sort of things she has nightmares about. And it's a nice night for wandering and contemplating these sorts of things, dreary and chilly and drizzling. Very atmospheric. Though...hmmm.]
I didn't realize there were so many Drowzee in Goldenrod...
[Or maybe she's just seeing the same one repeatedly. Stranger things have happened. Stranger things are always happening. Still... she pauses a moment, just to watch, because it almost looks as though that Drowzee is peeping on someone. Do they do that? She can't honestly remember what they do right now, beyond look like they wandered off a children's puppet show.]
Where: Goldenrod
When: Sometime late at night
Summary: Lust can't sleep
Rating: PG-13ish?
Log:
A: Closed to House Members
[Lust can't remember the dream that shook her from sleep, but this has been the third night in a row. Even an extra glass of wine before bed hasn't made a difference, and it always used to. It's distressing. Moreso that she can't remember the dreams.]
[So it's some god awful hour of the night and Lust is puttering around the kitchen, making tea simply because that's what every single human being on television does when they can't sleep. Her pair of Munna trail after her, and she pauses with whistling kettle in hand to glare at them.]
Don't look at me like that, you porcelain knickknacks come to life, you're supposed to keep this sort of thing from happening. I'm very disappointed in you, Lady Pennywhistle, Dame Applebrook.
[She hasn't been sleeping very well. Which is likely why she stumbles right over Guttle, dropping the kettle and cursing loudly, sending both Munna and the Spheal into a noisy panic...]
B: Goldenrod Streets - Open
[When all else fails, there's always the classic 'going for a walk'. Lust pulls a long coat with a hood over her pajamas and calls her Houndoom and heads out into the night. Maybe she can simply wander and exhaust herself. She only wishes she could remember what she's been dreaming about, for her own peace of mind. Considering the chatter on the network and everywhere else, she knows she's hardly alone in troubled sleep, but she hates not being able to remember her own dreams. Bad enough she can't remember her own life...]
[Well, it's probably for the best. She knows the sort of things she has nightmares about. And it's a nice night for wandering and contemplating these sorts of things, dreary and chilly and drizzling. Very atmospheric. Though...hmmm.]
I didn't realize there were so many Drowzee in Goldenrod...
[Or maybe she's just seeing the same one repeatedly. Stranger things have happened. Stranger things are always happening. Still... she pauses a moment, just to watch, because it almost looks as though that Drowzee is peeping on someone. Do they do that? She can't honestly remember what they do right now, beyond look like they wandered off a children's puppet show.]

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[Lust wrinkles her nose, casting a glance to where she'd last seen the Pokemon. It's gone now, but... the whole thing is just vaguely eerie. Or perhaps it's simply the chill, gloom weather lending it that air.]
A wise decision. I simply couldn't sleep, and rather than continue making noise when the rest of the house was trying to sleep, I thought I'd try a walk.
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[Indeed, she's frowning a bit as she floats about Ash, fussing over the bug pokemon.]
Well, if the two of us don't have anythin' better ta do, mind if I escort a pretty lady? All sorts are lurkin' around at night, y'know how it is.
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[She has Munna and an Espurr, after all. But Joker's offer of company is welcome.]
And given the time of year...well, it's no wonder I can't sleep, I suppose. Yes, thank you, I think I'd prefer the company. The night's turned a touch grim, all things considered.
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[Well, so long as you aren't horrified of clowns, anyway. She's still loads better than a Mr. Mime however. With his Pokemon coming along, he settles in besides her.]
So, any ideas of where ta go on this cold night?
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[Hence his name, in honor of Henry-the-Human.]
Hmm. I'd suggest a cup of cocoa, but I've no idea what's open at this time. I'm rarely out after sunset... Good god, when did I turn into such a boring house frau?
[Two years ago, she'd be able to rattle off every cafe and bar open right now.]
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I might be able ta help ya out there. I know a bunch of places thanks ta a bit of networkin' for the circus. Hungry, too?
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[Lust takes Joker's arm, honestly glad for the offer. She hadn't really been planning on just wandering aimlessly in the drizzle for hours, but she's certainly not ready to return home and to bed.]
I just find myself so busy during the days. The house takes a great deal, not to mention the Pokemon. And Wrath, when he's at home. I'm attempting to give him some form of proper education, god knows that's not easy.
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[Joker can only imagine it.]
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[Sometimes it's the only way with Wrath. Lust knows she takes shortcuts with him, but he's a very special case. As long as he's learning, she doesn't give a damn. He deserves to be a normal little boy, and he needs to know things normal little boys know. And the more his mind can be filled with new ideas and fresh concepts, the further back the old ones will fade.]
I've given up on hygiene for the moment.
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[Will Wrath every learn? Then again, Joker used to be a street rat who stole from people and slept in the literal gutters, so maybe there's hope for the boy. That doesn't mean he won't pat her in sympathy.]
Well, if ya ever need help, let me know. I bribe Wrath when I want 'im ta listen ta me.