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who ; Vriska Serket and Davesprite
what ; Vriska finally comes clean about the nature of her oh-so-awesome chest scar. While wearing a fake moustache.
where ; Godhaus, zone R08
when ; After *this*.
warning(s) ; Swearing, dead teenagers talking about being dead, faux facial hair.



Welp. She's had a good run. But after perigees of skirting around, avoiding, and outright denying the issue, Vriska no longer has any choice.

She's dead. The permanent, not-going-to-go-away kind of dead. Back home, she is an incredibly hot but undeniably lifeless corpse. And - unfortunately - her moirail kind of needs to know about it.

BLUH.

It's going to suck. Her only hope is to get through this with as little woobery as possible! Which is why Vriska is standing in her respiteblock in a rather fetching top hat, monocle and fake moustache pilfered from one of John's pranksterly disguise kits. If the absurdity doesn't distract Davesprite from the horrors of the situation, nothing will.

FLAWLESS VRISKALOGIC, LADIES AND GENTLEGRUBS.

A quick text to Davesprite later, and she's ready to rock. There is no way that this can possibly end badly.