Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire [Wednesday Evening]

[icecoldfrost]

It was beautiful outside this evening, and so Emma found herself out by her cabin's campfire; cigarette in one hand as she balanced her notebook on her knees. It was easier to work on her creative writing assignment out here than in the cramped quarters of the cabin, and if she didn't like what she wrote, well, she could always burn it.

And really, there was no downside to lighting things on fire.

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[glacial_queen]

Well that put a different complexion on things, didn't it.

*Emma, I like the way you party,* Karla sent back with savage amusement. *...But why would sleeping with another male cause a scandal?* Karla still wasn't clear on the morality of this world that actually made sense. She had no time for the stuff that was utter nonsense.

*Did I mention the possible boxer-raid at the party tomorrow?*

[icecoldfrost]

< Because dirty old men don't usually sleep with other dirty old men, they prey on pretty little things like us, male or female > Emma responded, amused. < And they're Very Important Men, and either married to a Very Important Woman or some trophy wife, and just going off with another married man simply Isn't Done in public. It's a matter of manners. >

< And no, you did not. > Her eyes danced with amusement. < Do we have any targets in particular? > she asked, tapping her fingers as she considered the possibilities. although sadly her player has a gala to work tonight, and may be serious serious SP/delayed arrival

[glacial_queen]

*Not yet,* Karla said. *Though I'm certain I can ask you for a few names.* She paused for a second. *Did I say tomorrow? my mun failed at remembering this was yesterday I meant Friday. Turtle's got radio Friday night and can conveniently not read anything incriminating.*