powdered: All icons courtesy of my darling <lj user="wigs"> (pinkies)
Effie Trinket ([personal profile] powdered) wrote in [community profile] exsilium2013-07-22 07:59 am

audio;

[ Effie clears her throat. Taps the microphone. Puts on her best smile even though nobody can see it and parts her rouged lips to speak in that designer Capitol accent.

She is a woman on a mission and for once it isn't entirely selfish. ]

Attention.

Attention everyone.

Thank you.

There has been some concern as of late regarding the lack of feminine necessities available to the recruited ladies of this establishment. I have taken it upon myself to run a charitable drive for distribution of these items to any person who requires them.

We would be delighted to accept your generous donation of fine fabrics and aesthetic materials such as powder or perfume that could contribute towards a woman's well-being.

Please note, gentlemen, that this effort is as much for your sake as it is for ours, and on behalf of the ladies in Exsilium we appreciate your cooperation in advance.
maddeninghatter: (creeper I hardly know her)

[personal profile] maddeninghatter 2013-07-25 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Ooooozzzzzz~!

[ Doom-shaped things warble. ]
velveteened: (} what fun!)

[personal profile] velveteened 2013-07-25 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
( BACKS





AWAY )


Yes?
maddeninghatter: (creepy grin)

[personal profile] maddeninghatter 2013-07-26 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ He sweeps up a nearby mousetrap and pulls on the mechanism. He pries it open partway and lets it go. SNAP! ]

These were intended for me.

[ Again - SNAP! ]

How kind, how thoughtful of you - and this Caesar. I'm sure I'll think of lots of entertaining uses for my new toys.
velveteened: (} never heard of uglifying!)

[personal profile] velveteened 2013-07-27 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
( why this he's too young and pretty to die. )

I forgot they were there!
maddeninghatter: (not amused)

[personal profile] maddeninghatter 2013-07-27 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He cranks back the mechanism again. SNAP! ]

Huh?

[ He stops, abruptly, running his thumb along one of his (perfect) fingernails. It's broken off and ripped down to the quick. THANKS A LOT, OZ! ]

Tch! I'll deal with you later!

[ He sweeps up the remaining mousetraps, including the ones Oz is holding, and then moves towards the closet, clearly intending to disappear that way--



aaaaaaaaaand then he thinks better of it. With a SERIOUSLY CHEESED-OFF expression, he stalks out. Through the door. ]