#ch: didi

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@troublesomecousin

"Dooooooo you think if you punched someone hard enough you could kill them, hm?" There is an experiment brewing.

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SO BRING US SOME FIGGY PUDDING | @id1eyouth

Yet another timer goes off and she's sputtering with laughter—there's at least three going on at once, one for the Bûche de Noël sponge in the oven, one for the pot of Spanish rice that's been steadily cooking next to an even larger pan of braised chicken.

Of course, it's hard to keep track of it all, even with her sous chef who seems keener on making her laugh than cooking. "Stop! Leo looks adorable like that," Leo the cat is glaring at everyone, unhappy with the holiday booties she put on him that have him walking like a baby deer. "He's just—" She's doubled over in front of the oven.

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THE GANG GETS ACCUSED OF MURDER // @genrcsavvy

The fire cracks and snaps in the quiet, her maid long gone into the servant's quarters, leaving her mistress with the rabble of strangers that requested an audience at such an odd hour.

Even if her maid did feel this was an inappropriate and potentially damning meeting, Didi still sent her away with assurance that all was well. And, in a way, all was well.

"So," She shifts in her loveseat, legs stretching out like a cat as she got comfortable. "as I understand it, you three," Eyes rest on each of them, one by one. "have managed to catch heat for this whole incident, leaving the rest of us original suspects in the clear?"

This whole murder business was turning out to be such a funny thing; first she's cornered by a rather irate detective, then nearly pawed by that handsy private investigator and now there are fugitives in her parlor. What a delightful story this would make at her next function. "What did you hope to inspire by coming here? Sympathy? A false confession? An offer to hide you all—As I told that detective, I wasn't anywhere near that man." She's insisted that a couple of times already, actually.

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SHE LEARNED THIS ONE IN PORTLAND! | @mcssholes

Inhale.

Exhale.

Warrior II pose, her finger pointing in his face as a distraction. "You're not wrong!" Back hand swings like a violent, murderous windmill, palm smacking up against his temple at full force.

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WE'RE RUINING FRENCH-AMERICAN RELATIONS | @mcssholes

"Hey. Look at me." Takes his hand. Little pat, pat.

"If you keep talking, that wrench is going in your eye."

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THIS IS MEANT TO BE NEUTRAL TERRITORY | @rennisaturate

Switzerland was rather idyllic this time of year. Some winters back home they didn't get more than some flurries during Christmas, but here it was practically guaranteed. And while everyone inside headquarters was busy with the usual after party that happened after all the corporate to-do's, she seems more interested in the mountains that tower over them all.

"I sometimes wonder," Didi breaks the silence of the snow. "if I could scream so loud it would cause an avalanche. Just...send it all down, destroy everything in its path, hm." Not exactly a cheerful, holiday thought.

"They'd never let me try. But I think about it, hm." Shifts as she leans over the edge of the balcony, sipping at the spiked egg nog Eliot brought. "I could do things like that. I could do very destructive things, hm."

She suddenly blows a raspberry. "I'm sorry. This isn't very festive of me, hm."

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@blckfckinmsk

"—I think if you grew your hair out, we would look like twins, hm. I'd be, like, the cute one, and you would be the strange, misunderstood one....we'd be fraternal twins."

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It's really funny how didi has asked NUMEROUS people to kill her dad and yet??? no one delivers???

Didi vc: men ain't SHIT