MURDERDATE

[niceguyferatu]

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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?

[niceguyferatu]

I found it in the bar. It didn't appear to do any harm whatsoever to its previous owner.

[holeful]

... Previous owner?

[THIS IS JUST SEEMING MORE SUSPECT THE MORE VLAD EXPLAINS, SOMEHOW?]

[brightred]

Did you steal an arm from someone, Mr. Masters?

[niceguyferatu]

I did no such thing. It was dropped and left behind!

[holeful]

By who?

[SQUINTING BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T ANSWER HIS QUESTION?]

[brightred]

[Hmmmm. Suspicious.....]

[niceguyferatu]

[ huffs ]

Lenore. She lost her hand when she killed me the other day and apparently found a half-decent replacement.

[holeful]

[HE LOOKS SO TIRED. Not surprised though??]

So that's who it was... Won't she need this though?

[brightred]

So how did you get it?

[niceguyferatu]

As I said, she dropped it and left it behind.

And don't worry about her, she doesn't have a need for it any longer.

[holeful]

... You know, I like miss Lenore quite a bit so I'd really appreciate it if you could be less ominously vague.

Things like that make you sound like a supervillain, Mr Vlad.
[WELL.]

[brightred]

I don't even like the woman, but I'm not going to be a pawn in the middle of your petty squabbles.

If you took it from her, she's going to try and take it back.