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[mortematris.livejournal.com]

[There's a full vase of roses sitting next to Morticia, as though for decorating her room. She's pulling them out, one by one, and methodically clipping the flower from the stem, and then replacing them in the vase, casually rearranging them as she does so.]

It's dim, it's dreary, it's dismal- it's almost truly desolate.

[She snips off another flower.]

But it lacks a certain something. [Snip. A thoughtful look, and then an arched eyebrow.] Perhaps vultures. [Another pause.] No, something bigger. An execution. Just the way to spend an evening, waiting for the blade to fall. Something depressing for the whole family. The children would love it.

[And she sighs, a little dejected, and finishes off the last flower.]

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[owmyheadhurts.livejournal.com]

[Darkly.]

If you're looking for someone to execute, I have the perfect candidate.

[mortematris.livejournal.com]

That soon? If only we had a guillotine.

[owmyheadhurts.livejournal.com]

[She's pretty morbid for a girl this colorful.]

Can't we get one?

[Text]

[offmyhonker.livejournal.com]

[No, Gamzee. Bad. You're supposed to be avoiding this kind of shit, remember?]

[PERMATEXT unless stated otherwise]

[mortematris.livejournal.com]

[Yes this.]

[offmyhonker.livejournal.com]

[weebitbipolar.livejournal.com]

Darling, why so glum? Your beautiful face is probably the best thing we've had the pleasure of seeing all day! [Oh, yes, Morticia, you're a gorgeous specimen of a woman, and they're not about to pass up the opportunity to compliment you!]

[mortematris.livejournal.com]

[Oh you. But she has a husband, poor Venom, you won't get anywhere with this one.]

Just worrying about the children. Whether or not they've taken their cyanide, if they've broken the ax already...the usual things.

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[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

The children?

[Bad feeling about this? Check.]

[mortematris.livejournal.com]

Wednesday and Pugsley. [She sighs again, fondly.]

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

[Relief! She is not attempting to mother him.]

You're Addams-san, right? I met your husband ...

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[roadstotheriver.livejournal.com]

[Hello, roomie. Lirael doesn't mind Morticia, for the most part. But talking about killing people is a little much. Unless, of course, they were evil people. Still, her text-- she's off again at the library-- is polite.]

I think I would rather have vultures.

[mortematris.livejournal.com]

[rabiduspatris.livejournal.com]

It's been awhile since we've had a proper evening out. Tish, you know how it excites me to see you with a pair of blades in your hand. [Those are some hothot scissors.] I must see you tonight.

[mortematris.livejournal.com]

Mon sauvage. With the scissors?

[rabiduspatris.livejournal.com]

[looks like he wants to combust on the spot] Querida, how else? But never mind tonight - where are you now?

[aeterno_arma]

[Laurent is pretty sure gardening doesn't work that way, but he's not about to comment on that. or the execution stuff...for now.]

Miss, would you by any chance know a man called Gomez Addams? He's looking for his wife and the description he gave me fits you.

[mortematris.livejournal.com]

[Probably for the best. Though it certainly won't stop her.]

Oui. My husband.

[aeterno_arma]

[Nope. But Laurent can fix the roses with his power, so he's not worried about innocent plants being murdered :c]

Then it's a pleasure to meet you, Madam Addams. I'm Laurent.

Your husband is in Freya's house.

[gluttivi.livejournal.com]

[permavideo yep

Stocking watches her as she drinks her tea, an eyebrow raised in interest.]

Vultures add that bit of unexpectedness though, don't you think?

[mortematris.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. And a reminder of mortality.

[gluttivi.livejournal.com]

Is mortality something you despise?

[turkishly.livejournal.com]

Do your children like depressin' things? Because I can think of a few places in the world were I come from they would love!

[mortematris.livejournal.com]

The more dismal the better. Please, share.

[turkishly.livejournal.com]

How about centuries of war? Brutal slayings in the name god, king and country? Men writhin’ on the field, trampled by foot and hoof.

Ah the 15th century would be perfect for ‘em!