A thousand times, thousand times [OPEN/CLOSED PROMPTS]

[matchbreaker]

WHO: Elda, Toushiro, Silver, others? OPEN/SOME PROMPTS
WHERE: All over the place (see below)
WHEN: Throughout July
WHAT: Elda is working hard to fulfill her bingo cards through the month and spending time with her family!
WARNINGS: ??? None planned

[ There are open prompts in the body of this post, however I am open to arranging some closed/planned prompts for us! If you want to get those, please hit up my bingo overflow request here or contact me at bigdamnhero ]

Elda's Bingo Card

I) Mask or Menace
[ you know what Elda found earlier today in Silver's room? a really fucking creepy mask. And you know what the 5' forty year old has decided? That's something that he must've gotten from Retrospec, and if it's something in his room... he can knock it off her bingo card by borrowing it! It also manages to block the sun out from her eyes fairly effectively which is nice.

And she...

Decides to knock out a second dare. So if you happen to be in her neighborhood, guess what? You've got a woman in a creepy mask making to chase you while making Velociraptor noises. That's not scary at all, right? ]

II) Twister or Danger
[ So the one dare (other than the center, which she's trying to work up the courage to ask Wesker out on) which has her the most perplexed is the Twister one. There's no way that this will be not embarrassing. So...

So she's just going to do it.

Heading to a public park, the woman lays out a twister mat and then puts up a sign which says: ]

PLAY TWISTER, EARN $50

[ There, that'll do. She'll be standing here in yoga attire with her hand on her hip, waiting for takers.

... Also sunglasses because it's day but hey we'll cross that bridge when we get there. ]

III) Business or Bust
[ And then... the T-shirts. She needs to sell five of these. Sooooo.... that means that she needs to get out there, make some, and then sell them. Eschewing any idea of making particularly complicated T-shirts or getting them professionally done, she instead simply takes three sharpies (black, pink, and what she assumes was blue or green) and makes an "I <3 Retrospec" set. The I is in black, as is Retrospec, the heart is of course pink, and then retrospec has a double layer of Gray over it.

She makes ten, and then sets up a little booth outside of a convenience store (that... might be breaking a law, oops) and... offering to sell these for seven dollars each. Want to buy this??? ]

Come on, take one. It's cheap.

IV) Wildcard or Overflow
[ Okay so in addition to the pre-planning above if you want to belatedly hit up the prompts I put up on the event post here on this log I'm okay with that too! I'll be overflowing my captchaed threads in over to consolidate them somewhere. There'll be a top heading for that. But if you want to do any other random thing I'm also good for that. ]

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Closed Prompt: Mad House's Tea Party

[matchbreaker]

[ On contrast to her normal date attire, Elda is in fact not in a dress tonight. She's not precisely in casual clothes either because that wouldn't be fitting, but the fact they're going to need to sneak around or hop a fence does mean that she's in business casual with pantsuit type thing. Her red eyes exposed, of course!

... So Albert, you ready. Because we're driving not to anywhere logical, but towards the local cemetery with a little table, cloth, and the other necessary items in the trunk. ]

[manufactured]

[Wesker has quite frankly never done "casual" a day in his life, as far as his clothing goes, but you know what, he has ridden a Chocobo in a suit recently so he's pretty sure that whatever they're about to do, it's going to be fine. I mean, it's a tea party. What the hell do you even do that's strenuous at a - ]

...You still haven't mentioned where we're going. I assume it's some sort of surprise?

[...Thankfully he does not have his sunglasses on at night and can in fact see where the hell we're going to end up whenever we get there.]

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, maybe! It's only a misdemeanor!

[ Yep.

So there's that. ]

[manufactured]

...I'm sorry?

[...ELDA...]

[matchbreaker]

Just some breaking and entering. I'm pretty I've met the owners before at a gala, we'll be fine!

[manufactured]

[.........................................wow]

Breaking and entering into what, if I might ask?

[matchbreaker]

[ Left turn and... into the cemetery parking lot. ]

... Here.

[manufactured]

...You're joking.

[It's said with the sort of tone that implies that he knows damn well that she isn't, and he sort of loves the fact that he knows that she isn't because hahahaha holy shit.]

This outing of yours is decidedly more adventurous than I'd given it credit for. Well done.

[matchbreaker]

Oh come now, give me some credit. I'm a very interesting woman! And besides, I'm counting on you to carry the table and some of the set up.

[ Aaaand... there, parked! Once that's done, she smiles at Albert and opens up her door ]

I said it was a strange bingo square.

[manufactured]

Not in a way I'm going to complain about, at any rate.

[All right, let's do this shit. He is opposed to a lot of things, "fun" in most circumstances included, but casual breaking and entering is apparently fine? It's fine.

He'll just be getting out of the car, then, looking extremely pleased with the direction this date has taken, and - ]

So are we jumping the fence, or do you have another idea?

[matchbreaker]

Oh, I was thinking fence-jumping. We're both athletic, it shouldn't be that hard.

[ she did that in her youth, she's been around the block. ]

[manufactured]

Said as though you have a fair amount of experience with this sort of thing.

[matchbreaker]

.. Well, never into a cemetery. But I did do it a little bit more in my youth.

[ Okay, into the trunk and she'll be getting the smaller bag here. He get the fold out table. they might need to toss that over the fence... or through it? this place doesn't have a particularly high one. ]

[manufactured]

Really... I'm fairly sure my father would have had a conniption if I'd been caught at it, so my attempts were few and far between.

[Hence why this is kind of exciting, really? He wasn't sheltered but at the same time, stuff like this was never really a Thing. He'll be taking the table, though, don't worry about that much.

...He's also tall as hell and will have less of a problem with the fence just by merit of that alone, so at least there's that.]

[matchbreaker]

Oh, Daddy would forgive me for anything. He did want me to be a proper lady, and I daresay he succeeded, but still...

[ To the fence.

... Yeah.

She'll need to climb it, hence her outfit. ]

[manufactured]

Oh, I'd certainly say that he did.

[...He sort of wants to see this, not even gonna lie.]

[matchbreaker]

[ OKAY.

Spider climbing up this fence!

... Which she needs both hands for so she tries to slip the water through there before she goes up. ]

s2g charles i'm gonna kill dreamwidth i am so sorry

[manufactured]

[Yeah, this is...decidedly easier to do with both hands, honestly, even if he has height on his side - we are going to be dealing with getting the table and the like over before he tries to jump up and vault it; this is going to be really undignified no matter how he does it (whether he's at all athletic or not has very little bearing on the situation, given the fact that he works a damn desk job and does not have any practical application for anything at all resembling physical activity) but at the very least he will manage to get into this cemetery without ending up needing a damn plot there.

Because god forbid we utterly botch our dex roll tonight.]

rofl what did you lose this or somethimg

[matchbreaker]

[ Ho ho ho, Well, Albert, little do you suspect that Elda Marker is in fact very athletic! She jogs all the time, does tennis, is all sorts of in shape, goes to the gym...

And is also really short.

So uh, while she does slip that though, this is a fair bit of a climb and while she makes it over okay, part of her pantsleg gets caught on the top of the fence and she - uh. Well it starts to rip, she starts, tries to fix it, and then falls down the back end of the fence. She catches herself, skids, and ends up in a loose handstand!

... before falling onto her chest from there.

... Hey, nailed it. ]

i sure as shit did, my guy

[manufactured]

[Well, it's good to see that this date is just going to be subtitled "grown-ass adults eat shit trying to break into a cemetery" - he...manages in getting up and over but just barely, and as such it's the landing that's going to suck. Thankfully he doesn't injure himself, he's just kind of. Right over into the grass with about as much dignity as a cat trying to act like it totally meant to do that right after it bumblefucks its way off a counter.

We're fucking awesome, Elda.]

...Are you all right?

Rofl so did you lose or drop the dragon one (no pressure if you did drop that)

[matchbreaker]

... I'm fine.

[ She says sheepishly, dusting herself off as she gets onto her knees and reaches around for the things she pushed through the fence as best she could earlier.

Ugh. Her red eyes still gleam a little in the night, but ... she's also scraped off some skin on her cheek oops? ]

...i'm gonna kill dw, charles

[manufactured]

[We're good at this.

That said, he'll get up and try to brush himself off as best he can, though it's a bit dark for him to see everything; thankfully he doesn't seem too banged up, save for his pride.]

Well, it's not as though I'm going to be winning any battles against your average stationary object anytime soon - good to know should my ego ever start getting the better of me, I suppose.

ROFL I JUST ASSUMED YOU WERE BUSY WITH MISSION STUFF MY BAD

[matchbreaker]

Oh please, you performed admirably, Albert. Particularly given you can see worse than me right now.

[ It's still so surreal, being able to see this well in the moonlit darkness like this. ]

I MEAN. THAT TOO.

[manufactured]

[It must be surreal, yes - ]

How good is your vision at the moment, now that you've mentioned it?

[Meanwhile, let him. Locate and pick up the supplies over here.]

WELL UP TO YOU NOW THEN.

[matchbreaker]

Mmmm.

[ Looking around... Oh, there we go. She points to some headstones about thirty or so feet away ]

Those are the graves of Thomas and Martha Woodrow, born 1946 and 1951, and both died in 1999.

[ There, that's about the limit... maybe? ]