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

[spadeatheart.livejournal.com]

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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FFFFF THIS IS AWESOME.

[spadeatheart.livejournal.com]

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

YOU KNOW IT.

[black0and0white.livejournal.com]

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