[ Lust shows up particularly early — half the point of this is to try and pinpoint who sent the invitation, after all, it's not like she's here to socialize — and she looks over the decorations with an expression of utter detachment. ]
This is the holiday she mentioned, huh...? The human version of Molting Day.
[ you know how sometimes (aziraphale disguised as) crowley explains jesus to you and then tuca toucan gives you some more context clues? you know how that happens
Anyway, a few hours later, she's taken up residence in a chair somewhere. She's got a glass of red wine she's taken maybe, like, one sip from over the past few hours if we're being generous, and there's a small leather-bound notebook sitting in her lap. While she's not actively engaging with most people, she's open to conversation and seems perfectly pleasant and attentive — unless you're part animal or can read energy, in which case you can probably perceive that she's the source of some truly rancid vibes. Wallflowers and unattended strangers are the ones she chooses to speak to without prompting. ]
I don't suppose you have any more idea who's behind this than I do.
[ AND THEN SHE'S PROBABLY GOING TO JUST START DOING A SURVEY ABOUT THEIR MURDERGAME AND TAKE NOTES... the people she does recognize, however — well, she can't say she feels one way or the other about seeing them, unless Leo's hanging around. But the smile she flashes when she says hello looks genuine enough, even though they know perfectly well it's insincere and she'd kill everyone in this room for a corn chip. It's probably no surprise that she looks exactly the same; the only cosmetic difference is the long-sleeved, high-necked dress she's wearing. ]
It's been a while, hasn't it?
[ Meanwhile, Amestris has absolutely bad ended and millions of people are dead, but don't worry about it! It's fine! ]
lust | fma | we could be r1
This is the holiday she mentioned, huh...? The human version of Molting Day.
[ you know how sometimes (aziraphale disguised as) crowley explains jesus to you and then tuca toucan gives you some more context clues? you know how that happens
Anyway, a few hours later, she's taken up residence in a chair somewhere. She's got a glass of red wine she's taken maybe, like, one sip from over the past few hours if we're being generous, and there's a small leather-bound notebook sitting in her lap. While she's not actively engaging with most people, she's open to conversation and seems perfectly pleasant and attentive — unless you're part animal or can read energy, in which case you can probably perceive that she's the source of some truly rancid vibes. Wallflowers and unattended strangers are the ones she chooses to speak to without prompting. ]
I don't suppose you have any more idea who's behind this than I do.
[ AND THEN SHE'S PROBABLY GOING TO JUST START DOING A SURVEY ABOUT THEIR MURDERGAME AND TAKE NOTES... the people she does recognize, however — well, she can't say she feels one way or the other about seeing them, unless Leo's hanging around. But the smile she flashes when she says hello looks genuine enough, even though they know perfectly well it's insincere and she'd kill everyone in this room for a corn chip. It's probably no surprise that she looks exactly the same; the only cosmetic difference is the long-sleeved, high-necked dress she's wearing. ]
It's been a while, hasn't it?
[ Meanwhile, Amestris has absolutely bad ended and millions of people are dead, but don't worry about it! It's fine! ]