[pm to Grell]

[espio]

I need your help with a project. YOUR help. DO NOT tell your husband.

Interested? Or busy?

Comments

[redcinemareel]

...are you ill? Why can't I tell Marco?

[espio]

No, I'm 100% fine!

And that's because, just for once, I would like him to not be in on something?

[redcinemareel]

Odd.

I'm up for a bit of mischief! What do you need?

[espio]

Come to the home ec room. I'll show you.

[redcinemareel]

...those crazed instructors aren't there, are they?

[espio]

No way! I wouldn't be doing this with them around. Or be in here at all.

[redcinemareel]

Then I'll be there shortly.|

[Grell will be arriving in a pair of red workout pants and a red t-shirt, in case she needs to get dirty.]

Pinky~? Are you here~?

[espio]

[Good thing she's wearing red, then, because red is the colour of the day! Espio is sporting what looks like a rather substantial head wound, hands coated in the viscous dark red mess. He looks ether happy about it, too.]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell finds Espio and stops in her tracks, examining him.]

...is that...jam? [Do lizards even bleed red blood?]

[espio]

Syrup, flour, food colouring... took a while to get it to look realistic.

[redcinemareel]

That's rather well done! [Color her impressed.] What colors of dye did you use? [Don't mind her kneeling down to inspect further.]

[espio]

Red, and a bit of blue and green. Since the red was way too bright on its own.

[redcinemareel]

Have you tried brown?

[espio]

Red and green, Grell. That's what you mix to get brown.

Anyway, what I needed your help with is an art project.

[redcinemareel]

You obviously need a differing brown. [did not know that ssshhh]

What sort of art project?

[espio]

A violent crime scene in the middle of a well-used corridor.

[redcinemareel]

Let me guess: you want ME to be the victim?

[espio]

No, I want your attention to detail for the sake of accuracy. I just have this feeling that blood splatter seems more like your field than mine.

I guess you could be the victim too, if you really want.

[redcinemareel]

I'd love to. And yes, you're correct about my area of expertise. What weapon will be quote-unquote used?

[espio]

I was thinking something blunt and heavy. Something that'd take a big guy with a lot of muscle to do real damage with - a bat, or whatever we can find that might have worked for someone improvising.

I got beaten over the head with a signpost, once. Something like that, maybe?

[redcinemareel]

That would be a messy affair. It would take a few hits for efficient splatter.

[espio]

Well, at least it'd look brutal.

Of course, we're in the Garden, so more efficient weapons aren't exactly uncommon. We could just as easily do knives or guns.

I think they just really had a grudge against you to beat you so bad.

[redcinemareel]

That would be an appropriate scenario. [Grell knows she can grate people the wrong way. As if there was ever a right way.] When would you like to perform this project?

[espio]

Tomorrow night maybe? Something like 2AM, when even the most "diligent" students have gone to bed.

[redcinemareel]

Very well. I'll mark my calendar. [Oh, this will be great!]

[espio]

Training centre corridor. Okay?

[redcinemareel]

[She mock salutes him.]

Aye, aye captain~!

[Action]

[espio]

[You know where's an awesome place to be in the middle of night, with a couple of jars of fake blood? The training centre corridor. Perfect for 2am stupidity.

Who let this guy be an instructor, anyway?

Espio's just gonna lean agains the wall, waiting for the one who has some idea what he's doing to show up.]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell comes prepared! She's wearing a red dress that comes up to her knees, which has three-quarter sleeves. It's her toss-away dress, since it'll probably get stained. She's also barefoot.

In her hand is a small bag of balloons. In the other, a bat. Where she got it from is a mystery.]

[espio]

[Espio just observes the balloons and bat, and has only one question.]

So, what? Are we playing baseball with blood balloons?

[redcinemareel]

[Grell takes on a pondering look before nodding once.]

Yes, in a way, we are. Very astute, pinky.

[espio]

Well, at least we're near the showers.

By the way, I don't know how you're gonna pull off the "being the victim" thing. I wasn't going to have a victim - I just wanted to make a mess.

[redcinemareel]

We can still make that mess. I'll handle the victim part, pinky. Now, lets fill these with your concoction.

[espio]

Espio. Not Pinky.

Here, you take one of these jars, and I'll take some of those.

[redcinemareel]

[She takes a jar, and looking to the rest.]

Out of curiosity, how long did it take you to fill these jars?

[espio]

Not long. Once I got the ingredients ratio figured out, I just made a big bowl of the stuff.

Why?

[redcinemareel]

[She GRINS and just tosses the balloons to him and submerges a hand into the jar she held before walking off to an empty area. With a large glop of red...whatever it was, she hurls it at the walls, enjoying the sight and sound of the splatter. She then made a hand print on the floor nearby, dragging it so it smudged.]

[espio]

Next thing, you're gonna start rolling in it.

[Watches momentarily, then sets to filling some of these ballons with the gloopy stuff. He gets to three before he gets fed up of the lack of mess, tosses a balloon up in the air and hits it hard in Grell's direction.

It bursts on impact, however, leaving Espio and the bat far more covered in the stuff than Grell. Oh well.

The second one just gets thrown.]

[redcinemareel]

[The balloons hit and it makes Grell freeze in her actions. She looks over to Espio, who is also covered in the mess. All she could do is laugh.]

I knew you would figure it out! [Whatever is in her hand gets flung at Espio!]

[espio]

[Who dodges. Because it totally makes a difference if he gets more gunk on him.]

Hey! I'm not the one who's supposed to be getting covered, here!

[Hurls the third balloon.]

[redcinemareel]

Which is why-- [A balloon hits her in the face, cutting her off. She takes off her glasses, her vision severely blurry now, and squints at her lenses. They're completely covered in red goop.] Fantastic.