FissionMailed

[Driven to temporary madness by how utterly moronic people can be, CW is now huddled in the middle of a large patch of grape hyacinths in an alcove of the courtyard, twitching slightly and muttering gutturally to herself. Her hair and clothes are also splattered with something red...

Probably because, painted in very large letters upon the walls of the courtyard, are the words:]

DECOY OCTOPUS LOVES VULCAN RAVEN

[CW continues to twitch.]

Algebra that, fuckers.

[As if CW can give points in this state, but whatever. Courtyards are romantic, right?]