MURDERDATE

[niceguyferatu]

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week 6 monday

[holeful]

[Vlad is just getting a completely innocuous text from his good/only friend, Fukuda!]

Mr Vlad can you come meet me at the bar?

[niceguyferatu]

Of course. Whatever for, a simple social occasion?

[holeful]

[Imagine Fukuda pausing to look across the room at Grell.]

Yes. You're not too busy, are you?

[niceguyferatu]

Not with anything of a time-sensitive or specific nature.

You were hoping to do this right now?

[holeful]

Yes.


I was sort of hoping I could get your advice on something, actually?

[He is out of his element here lying is hard.]

[niceguyferatu]

[ Fukuda, whether intentionally or not, has hit upon one of the few things that will easily get Vlad to do whatever someone else wants: by stroking his ego. ]

Ah yes, of course! I'd be more than happy to offer you any wisdom you may need. I'll be there shortly.

[holeful]

Alright. Thank you.

[Fukuda failing upwards as per usual. Anyway Vlad won't see Fukuda when he comes into to bar! Because Fukuda is standing behind the door with the biggest free weight he can lift which is Not very but it is still a very lot of weight being suddenly smashed down on Vlad's head!]

[niceguyferatu]

[ As Vlad walks into the bar, he frowns, seeing that it looks...empty? Where is Fukuda?

He opens his mouth to call out his name, but before he can, he feels something hit him over the head, and I'll say Fukuda for all his weakness hits him in just the right spot to knock him out in a single hit. Vlad's body crumples to the floor like a wet fleshsack. ]

[brightred]

[Grell comes over to check and see. And by that I mean she's stepping on Vlad, using one low-heeled boot to turn him to face upwards.

She isn't impressed, yet.]

Well, he's out cold. What are you going to do next?

[holeful]

Oh....
[Grell will feel his disappointment he clearly was hoping that would kill him?]

I guess I didn't hit him hard enough? I haven't really killed someone on purpose before.
[Walking over.]

If you break someones neck that would kill them, right?

[brightred]

With him unconscious like this you could do whatever~ you~ want~

[holeful]

[Looks down at Vlad.]

I guess I could... I didn't bring my drill though.
[That's all he would WANT to do.]

And we don't know how long he's going to be unconscious.
[He is going to crouch next to Vlad's body and tilt his head to the side experimentally. Then looks up at Grell.]

Snapping a neck is at least sort of cool, right?
[WILL YOU BE IMPRESSED?]

[brightred]

It's more cool if you don't ask. [She says, and she sounds a little bit exasperated but she's actually mostly fond.]

week 7, tuesday

[niceguyferatu]

[ sent to both fukuda and grell: ]

Where are you two right now? I've found something that might interest you.

[holeful]

[There's a significant pause before there's a response.]

The winery. What did you find?

[brightred]

[Grell is just reading over Fukuda's shoulder.]

[niceguyferatu]

Something rather more useful than my last attempt.

[ and with that, he's off! Vlad appears at the winery a few minutes later, admiring the place as he approaches the two...and just pauses.

Alright, you two were clearly doing a fuck over here. I DO NOT SEE IT.

He clears his throat. ]

I've recently come into possession of something you both may find valuable.

[ From behind his back he whips out: a glove!!! A rather long one, roughly elbow length. ]

[holeful]

[Yeah you can tell because Fukuda is??? was??? clearly wearing a tuxedo but it has been hastily put back on. The suit jacket is open and the bowtie is... not tied.]

... Is it just a glove, or?

[brightred]

[At least Grell's dress is a little more put on? The cape is a little tangled, her hair is a little mussed, it's fine.

She's not wearing any gloves herself, which is unusual.]

You didn't interrupt us just to show us a glove. [you better not have.]

[niceguyferatu]

[ okay first off, nobody SAID he was interrupting SHIT ]

I didn't. Take a closer look.

[ While he dangles the glove with one hand, he pulls the fingers of the glove forward with his other. From this angle, it becomes much clearer that there's something in the glove--a very hand-shaped something!! ]

[holeful]

[Listen. Grell is very dramatic. And maybe Fukuda needed a break he does not have a lot of stamina.]

Oh? You found some sort of prosthetic?
[He's impressed??? May he take it sir?]

[brightred]

... isn't that a little suspicious?

[niceguyferatu]

[ ....IGNORING GRELL'S QUESTION ]

Of a sort, yes. I don't know exactly what it's made of or how it functions, if at all, but it certainly seemed effective enough in providing a replacement for a left hand.

[holeful]

[Well too bad bc her asking that makes him think maybe he should be concerned?]

Where did you find it?

[brightred]

And you're just going to test it on one of us?