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[implying]

In accordance to an agreement I made with a certain gentleman upon my arrival 4 months ago, I do believe I'm entitled to some, ah... undead affection. And while I don't mean that attractively pale dead man with the glowing eyes, let it be said that I certainly wouldn't be opposed to that, as well!

But here I'm faced with a dilemma. I haven't heard from this charming corpse in quite some time — do you think I ought to look him up and remind him? Or shall I assume that he's a cadaver of his word and await his making good on our deal in his own time?

[ with a definite smirk in his voice here: ] Or perhaps this much will prove enough to spark a little reminder, hmm?

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[queenofblacktears]

Interesting.

So this isn't some attempt to lure him into bed for an evening of hot on cold sex.

[implying]

Lure, my dear? I never stoop to luring. I offer invitations, and they're accepted, it's really quite as simple as that.

[queenofblacktears]

So...you do want to sleep with the dead guy.

[implying]

Well, I meant more in general. To be entirely honest, he doesn't seem terribly receptive.

[queenofblacktears]

I can't imagine why not. [She's kind of laughing now.]

[implying]

It certainly stumps me! Why, I even brought him a bottle of vodka.

[queenofblacktears]

So, get the dead guy drunk then take advantage of him.

[implying]

[ a pause for HORROR, and then with just mild reproach: ] Oh, come now. Just what sort of an imp do you take me for?

[queenofblacktears]

The kind who propositions the undead on a thing everybody can see?

[implying]

Nonetheless, there's quite a difference, I would say!

[queenofblacktears]

Shouldn't you have just tried romancing or something? [She wrinkles her nose as she asks.] Is it even worth any of this?

[implying]

Oh, people are always worth all of this.

But as to the question of romance— that comes later! I only had to snag his attention first, which I've successfully done. Come, surely you can't tell me you wouldn't enjoy being wooed somewhat unconventionally, hmm?

[queenofblacktears]

I was actively trying to wipe out humanity because of the last guy who 'woo'd' me when I wound up here.

So no.

[implying]

Ah. Well, then perhaps we skip that step. Would that be any more appealing?

[queenofblacktears]

Yeah.

I don't know. Play some rock music?

[implying]

Ah. Hmm. I've never actually tried that. That's one of the human genres, isn't it?

[queenofblacktears]

No. It's a gift from the Gods of Metal. [She bristles.]

The humans just...appropriated it.

[implying]

Oh. Well, that's certainly no god I've heard of, but I suppose each world is different, after all! Do you play it?

[queenofblacktears]

Of course.

[implying]

How perfectly lovely! What does it take to convince you to demonstrate?

[queenofblacktears]

[She leans back thoughtfully and the tears roil up in front of her to deposit her guitar, Six String Sorrow, in her hands.]

Hmm. You may not like what I play. It's a tad dark. And often dangerous.

[implying]

Dangerous how, precisely?

[queenofblacktears]

[She shrugs.] The old gods left their magic in their music. Play the right song, and you can do some amazing things. Light a man on fire, call down the lightning...suck away a man's will to live, if you really want to.

[And she often did.]

[implying]

Ah. Mm. I see what you mean, then.

Isn't there any playing for simple love of music?

[queenofblacktears]

Sure, I guess. Eddie said people in the future did that all the time. We were more...preoccupied...during the war.