( yeah, that's a real pain in the ass. it took her a good week to heal from the dings and scratches (read: slashes and stabbings) she'd endured during her delightful kidnapping. and maybe that had to do with how little she had to eat around here, running on a little bit of Masaomi had been pretty miserable until the bird man managed to secure her a new stash. it's something, but she might have to make more doe eyes at the dumb kid to make sure she has a secondary stash to fall back on. )

Are you kidding? It's downright biblical out there. Like something wants to scrub every last bit of this place off the coastline. ( a little grim, Carmilla, calm down. still, she can't be the only one thinking the intensity of this storm seems at least a little supernatural in nature. the better question is, if there is some pissed off spirit with weather powers, what the hell did they do to deserve this level of ire?

as for whether she's hoarding it... well, maybe. if she gets it up to her penthouse at some point, no one should expect it to return to the bar after all this is over. still, right now she's in the middle of the hallway, and she doesn't feel like baring her teeth and defending territory that isn't really hers. so she shrugs. )

The wine is shit here, just so you know. ( it's the 1700s socialite in her that makes her so particular about her wine. )