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Post by Magda on May 20, 2009 18:00:34 GMT -5
With her trip to Romania approaching, Magda had decided it was time to really mobilize the club for the first time and hopefully make them more efficient than the pack of random snickerdoodle-eating corpses they tended to come across as (and technically were).
She'd put on some music (she was more worried about Severus finding out she'd messed with his Journey albums than about him finding out about the meeting), and a handful of timid-looking ambulant dead had arrived and were discussing the most recent election while Magda herself bustled around filling drinks and waiting for the rest to arrive.
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Post by Armand on May 20, 2009 18:13:51 GMT -5
Armand had never encountered anything like this before. He'd seen the posters- so had half of Paris, he'd ripped them down when he found them with a growing sense of irritation- and had expected...something very like a coven. Not bright colors. Not punch. Not some stupid little party for reanimated corpses, not all of whom were as skillfully preserved by the Blood as he. Some were dropping bits. Armand watched in astonishment through the window, perched on the outside railing. No one had noticed him yet, but nor had he felt the need to announce himself.
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Post by Magda on May 20, 2009 18:23:02 GMT -5
"Is everyone getting enough to drink? Sere's more Capri Sun in se fridge-"
A particularly grayish ambulant corpse stood up with a cry of "Awwwriiiight!" and barrelled toward the kitchen.
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Post by Armand on May 20, 2009 18:30:28 GMT -5
Armand's nose wrinkled at the cry.
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Post by Magda on May 20, 2009 18:41:12 GMT -5
Magda glanced around the room to make sure everyone was comfortable, until she saw the figure out on the patio.
A moment or so later, the sliding glass door opened and Magda leaned out.
"Ello! Come to join us?"
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Post by Armand on May 20, 2009 18:47:14 GMT -5
Armand regarded her blankly, having been unable to decide between disgust, disdain, and sheer confusion. It was hard to be dignified, aloof, and cold, when just inside people vampires corpses creatures were drinking Hawaiian punch and laughing and shedding appendeges.
This girl, at least, was a vampire. Some of them seemed strange, but Armand had seen her fangs. He considered whether or not he really wanted to go into that room.
"...No."
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Post by Magda on May 20, 2009 18:49:22 GMT -5
"Are hyou sure? It's cold out here..."
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Post by Armand on May 20, 2009 18:51:33 GMT -5
Now Armand gave her a very disdainful look. As though he were not used to cold. What a domestic statement.
"You're putting up posters. Why?"
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Post by Magda on May 20, 2009 18:52:55 GMT -5
"Vell, people respond better to posters," Magda said simply. "Vhat do you want me to do, start a phone tree?"
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Post by Armand on May 21, 2009 7:52:19 GMT -5
"No, I want you to stop."
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Post by Magda on May 21, 2009 13:45:16 GMT -5
"What's hwrong?"
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Post by Armand on May 25, 2009 12:39:23 GMT -5
Armand resisted the urge to sigh. "Your advertising is not conducive to avoiding destruction, nor to perpetuating ignorence. If you're to meet, your little support groups, your little undead socials, then do so in secret, in silence, but not as if you're flaunting what we are to frighten the masses."
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Post by Magda on Jun 4, 2009 17:57:57 GMT -5
"Oh," Magda said darkly. "You're sat sort. Listen, ve aren't going to make any headvay without this kind of sing-"
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Post by Armand on Jun 4, 2009 19:13:15 GMT -5
Armand regarded her coldly, pointedly, in silence.
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