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[ota/log] That's what you get...

Hours, many hours (at least three!) after discovering the lack of decent clothing in his closet, Vincent actually left his room.

It had taken a while for him to decide on his course of action, but the most sane of his option won out in the end - and no, the winning choice hadn't been "let's go streaking", after all. Sorry to disappoint, lords and ladies.

His way of handling this situation was a far more unfashionable, unnatural and traumatizing way of handling the situation. Simple, and if he may state so, brilliant and quite possibly only something he could pull of properly. And while he is relishing in all those shiny, self-loving thoughts, he pays absolutely no mind to the fact that he could just and simply go to one of his apartments and get into some of his normal clothes.

So, what is this Eight of Spades doing?

Well, going about his business as he usually would.

Wearing the tweeds. And nothing but the tweeds.

[OOC: He can be anywhere. Like, literally anywhere in the entire Deck.]

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"Vincent, dear." He's been looking for you everywhere. Excuse the - frankly hideous - Hawaiian shirt. You've known him long enough to know that he'd never wear anything like this by choice. "I see that you've been hit too."

"Full on, darling." He sounds fairly normal. You know, like a normal person wearing absolutely nothing but tweedpants and his own pride.

"This proves my theory well, though. You can wear anything. I am not sure whether I should be shocked, jealous or weak with admiration."

Well, if Vincent can tolerate the tweed Nico might have to reconsider the shirt - or rather handing it off to Chives to be burnt.

"Funny, I was about to ask you that very same thing." Now do come a little closer so he can enjoy the full effect, if you please.

Now, Vince enjoys nothing more than following this unspoken request. And he's just maybe close enough to toy with the Hawaiian shirt's buttons.

"Who else got caught by the Heart's evil ways?"

Then he's close enough to have a finger hooked into his belt, tugging him closer.

"Sieben," he says with a familiar grin that is perhaps a touch too sharp, "is the only other victim."

"What did he get?" Vince really, really tries to keep himself from laughing. But it's difficult, tragically difficult.

"Jeans." Which, in Nico's opinion, suited him rather well. A pity he probably wouldn't be keeping them.

"However," he adds, his fingers playing with the buckle of the belt. "I'm sure you'll agree that this cannot be allowed to stand."

"I never saw him in jeans, curiously enough. Am I missing something?"

Well, Vince had finished undoing the shirt's buttons by now. "Absolutely not. I am not a vengeful man, far from, but this crossed a line."

Nico's in fairly good shape for a man that lives a mostly sedentary lifestyle. He takes care of himself, this is something that Vincent will probably appreciate, and once he has the shirt off he should be able to make out the familiar curl of the fox tail tattoo that peeks out from the waistband of his jeans.

"Indeed." And away goes the belt, the grin taking on a familiar edge. "Between the three of us I'm sure we can figure out an Appropriate Punishment."

He will excuse her if she looks, yes? This is why he is wearing nothing except the so curious pants.

"I see we will be getting no work around here today. You were a victim of the Hooligan Hearts?"

"My dearest Queen, I am hardly a victim. What if I enjoy this new trend?"

He is kidding, obviously. Though, Katya. You have to admit that it suits him. Not the pants, maybe, but the lack of shirt.

How very interesting. "I doubt there is woman at castle--and most men--who would be objecting." She looks at him critically.

"I believe you are to be wearing deeky--no, that is not right--geeky glasses with pants, yes? Like university student who is trying to wheedle good grade from professor."

He plays the shocked one. "My Queen, are you going to grade your Spades?"

The sigh, it is so melodramatic! "I knew I should have let the pants be as well."

"Vinya, you are always A student, but if you are leaving pants, we definitely will be getting no work done today. Chives will be picking up swooning bodies in halls and he will be Very Cross.

"You are not angry over prank?"

"I was, but then I realized the benefits-- no really, I am not angry, just slightly keen on revenge, which is unusual for me."

"I am glad to be hearing it, zaichik. It was meant in fun, though misguided. Some younger Numbers are not taking things so lightly.'

Her lips purse before she breaks into wide smile. "It is quite nice look for you. Turning prank on head was good idea. Shall I be buying you drink?"

What. No. What. This is. Why do you hurt his eyes like this? Adrien will just covertly grab Vincent's arm. No, perhaps covertly is the wrong word for it. More like... overtly. And whisper - wait, maybe it's a little louder than just a whisper - "What are you wearing?"

Vincent will, of course, try and use this opportunity to sweep Adrien into his arms.

"This, m'love, is the future." And the way he whispers this sounds so dead-serious. At least, he doesn't wear a shirt? Surely, no shirt is better than a mismatching one.

"No, darling, this is anything but the future." Sweeping each other into their arms sounds good. ~~Why do I feel like this is a common sight in Spades Castle?~~ No shirt is good shirt, always, but. "Tweed, dear. Try to understand."

~~Why, because it is.~~

"Tweed is a cloth sent straight from the lowest level of hell." He smirks, leaning in a little closer. "I still think I can pull it off quite well, don't you agree?"

"You can pull anything off, mon cher, but... there are most certainly things that you pull off that are much more flattering than this monstrosity." Adrien is ~~almost ~~legitimately distressed.~~~~

"Oh, certainly. The best proof for that would be the lack of clothes going with it. My Queen suggested geeky glasses, though..."

Vince is endlessly amused by the reaction, actually. Mainly because he agrees with every word Adrien said.

"There is a lack of clothes going with it because nothing goes with it." Does he need to forcibly change you, Vince. Because he will.

"... Maybe the glasses. They wouldn't be terrible. But-- no, don't distract me. Tweed. Why?"

"Because there aren't any other options. A Heart stole all my clothes."

Le gasp. "Poor darling. Would you like to borrow something?"

Blythe is just minding her own business, walking from her office to her room with paperwork under her arm, when she runs into a shirtless man.

A shirtless man.

Of course, her first reaction is to whirl around, clapping a hand over her eyes. Only after a moment does she realize that 'god, Blythe Merrick, he's only shirtless, get a grip'. Still, she doesn't look back at him as she says dryly, "Please wear some clothes."

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Vince turns, smiling his most ~~flirty~~ innocent smile at her. "I wear pants, lovely. Isn't that enough?~"

He's barefoot, too.

"No." Most definitely not. And she's not blushing either, so don't even dare mention how she's turning faintly pink. "I'm fairly sure that I'm not the only one who doesn't want to see you going around half-naked." Not that she's properly seen him as it is.

Alright, Vince already thinks she is absolutely adorable. Though he cannot ignore her lack of looking.

"Ah, but darling, you haven't even looked yet! Trust me, it suits me well."

"What part of 'I don't want to see you shirtless' do you not understand?" She shifts the papers she's holding, obstinately not even peeking in his direction. "Don't you have any shirts to wear?"

"The part that turns it into a nightmarish vision to you, lovely."

Seriously, Blythe, YOU could go shirtless all day, HE wouldn't complain.

"Stop- It's not nightmarish. It's just... crude." Huh. You're really funny, Vincent.

Ethan actually had to do a double take when he glanced up and saw Vincent shamble by. It wasn't very often the Seven was bereft of words, snark and sarcasm were counted among his best friends, but the visage ambling along managed to stifle them both absolutely speechless.

Thankfully, it didn't take him long to recover, and he called out with more than a hefty dose of incredulity, "...Vincent! --what are you doing?"

"I am about to head out and buy some wine - why do you ask?~"

He smiles, all... normal, really. All that's off are his shirt and shoes and socks ~~and yes, he really, really only wears the tweeds~~.

One of Ethan's eyebrows shot up.

"Dude. You're only wearing pants. Dunno if you noticed or not, but..." He trailed off, setting aside his book and propping his chin on one hand.

"This one of those new protest things or something? Or is it that hot outside?"

"My clothes were tragically stolen by some Heart. So, not only is there nothing in this world that goes with tweed, but even if there were, I couldn't wear it because it would have been stolen as well."

So yeah. That's why he's here now, in all his not-very-clothed glory.

It took Ethan a minute to process that.

"...stolen?" From Spade Castle?

"Stolen, from Spade Castle, straight out of my private rooms."

Ethan sat back, admittedly a bit flummoxed. Then his brows lowered.

"And are the culprits hanging from their heels in the hallway?"

Because really, what idiots would be stupid enough to sneak into Spade Castle for such tomfoolery?

There is a snap and whirl of a camera. Digital but nothing sounds quite the same as an old fashioned camera. It's why she's a geek.

"The Jack in Jeans, the Lord of Cruelty running around with little more than, and now you."

The ex-girlfriend offers a raised eyebrow. "You make it work."

Elijah had found himself on a coffee run.

He'd lasted all of a week under Avery's employment before the desire to have coffee in the afternoon had grown to a craving he could no longer ignore, a craving which his boss seemed to understand and was kind enough to let him indulge in provided he get her her own, of course.

He'd been heading back, two large iced mochas with extra shots in hand when he thought he saw walking furniture approaching. He'd questioned if maybe his caffeine consumption was too high when he realized that no, it wasn't a horribly dated couch for the 70s approaching. It was a man. A man with horrifying taste. But a man.

"What loveseat did you murder to create that monstrosity?" he blurted out, before he could help himself.

Amy had just escaped the disaster that was Spade Castle -- and informed several guards of a rather bloody turn their lives would be taking soon if they didn't come up with damn good reasons for not having blocked out the offending human beings from entering the Castle when there were orders in place to prevent things like this from happening. There was a beer in one hand and the bridge of her nose in the other, but when she looked up, there was Vincent. Her poor, poor Vinny. Why?

"You look like shit. Come have a beer and for the love of all that is sacred, find something else to wear. Seiben in jeans and Nicholas in...whatever that abominable combination is supposed to be have fried my tolerance. I can't stand anything else." Reality and normalcy were crashing down around her and it made her head hurt.

She's just sitting in her room, minding her own business, drinking some tea and playing computer games when she happens to glance up into the mirror haning on the wall beside her desk to see a shirtless Vincent leaning against her door frame.

Her cheeks immediately go pink and she spurts a considerable amount of tea all over her screen.

"Shit!"

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[ota/log] That's what you get...

Nico says they need a weekend away to recover from the trauma. How does Vince feel about Spain?

Vince feels like Spain+vacation is the best idea anybody had around him in ages. :|

Excellent. They'll drink lots of excellent wine and get up to all kinds of mischief.

\o/ The best of things!~ (Let's hope their absence won't cause to much grief in the suit.)

Indeed. (Well, they'll just have to manage because *TWEED*)

(Not to mention the horrors that are Nico's neon-leopard-underwear-things. XD)

(Which he refuses to wear XD) ...they will also need to plot their revenge. Later, though. :|

(Aw, Nico. Dreamkiller.) ... THEY WILL. ABSOLUTELY.

(HE HAS STANDARDS, LOW THOUGH THEY MAY BE :|) BUT FIRST...

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I spy with my little eye... a promised double-tag. :O

All the luv! :D /also, LJ fails a little.

Just a little? :|

:| Well. IT SUCKS SO HARD IT JUST SUCKS. Like a sucking thing.

Adrien says that he wouldn't mind that out of context. ;3

XD Vince says Adrien can very much have that, too!

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FFFFF THIS IS AWESOME.

YOU KNOW IT.

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Indeed. (Well, they'll just have to manage because TWEED)