#(But seriously nice to meet you here's to hopefully many glorious threads in the future! =D)

[red-hemlock]

@king-crane started following you!

"Oh yes, they're quite dead." The glee in her voice betrays her, apparent even under the mechanical tone of the mask's voice-changer. How pleased she almost seems, standing there amidst a group of fallen people like a crimson idol. Unneeded now, the final spent pen-syringe is pocketed-away safe into a pouch on her belt, and suddenly she's reaching for the face of a woman who was closest. Cradling it, manipulating the wide-eyed and lolling body-part this way and that, almost as if in mockery of it's prone state; of it's vulnerability.

And throughout all this, even as she 'playfully' pats the cheek of the unfortunate lady, River is watching her 'party-crasher' with such unabashed intensity.

"Well... I suppose that's kind-of a teeny-tiny lie, dear... They're not dead yet."