lights out!

[velveteened]

Date & Time: 4/20, all day
Location: the apartments!
Characters: everyone, tag yourselves in!
Summary: as detailed here, the power will be out from early morning to midnight this night.
Warnings: PROBABLY NOT? will update if need be.

[ catch-all log for blackout shenanigans! ]

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[acemedium]

[Maya senses a disturbance in the pillowfort. It's as if it was crying out in pain and was suddenly shoulderpadded.]

[....Or kicked by high heels]

H-Hey!! What are you doing?

[perfectionisms]

What are you doing? You're getting all the clean sheets dirty!

[ In Franziska's defense, her shoes were relatively clean. ]

[acemedium]

It's a blanketfort! What is wrong with you?!

[Futilely trying to preserve the blanketfort...!]

[perfectionisms]

A blanketfort. I see.

[ No, she doesn't. ]

Is this another one of your quaint Fey traditions, building blanketforts during blackouts?

[acemedium]

It's a necessary tradition!! [BLANKETFORTS ARE SERIOUS BUSINESS. But if Franziska's not attacking it further, she'll start to relax] And tons of people do it!

[On TV.] What are you doing out here, anyway?

[perfectionisms]

[ Curse you, Maya Fey. Franziska will believe that for the rest of her life. ] Do they? I've never taken you Feys for people who follow trends given your [ Japanese temples in America, mountain seaports, decorative statues of your sisters, gravy paintings, psycho relatives... ] eccentric living conditions.

Speaking of living in the backwoods, you use a lot of candles for your rituals don't you? You must have some to spare.

[acemedium]

[Americans enjoy having blanketforts and saying "whatever", Franziska. COMMIT IT TO MEMORY] This is beyond a trend, this is a necessity. Have you really never made one, Ms. Von Karma? [NO WONDER SHE'S SO TWISTED AND WARPED AND MEAN.... If only she would open her mind to the possibilities, maybe her heart would grow two sizes and her shoulderpads would shrink two sizes]

Backwoods? [WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN] There are a lot back home, but.... we have some here, I guess. Why? Is that why you're out here?

[perfectionisms]

[ Yes, sensei! ] How is it a necessity? Do you Feys hit your heads on walls so much padding it became necessary? [ And she's never made one unless you count that one time she stole all of Edgeworth's pillows and blankets and banned him from his own bed. ]

Instead of creating a fire hazard with that foolish fort of yours, you're better off giving those candles to me.