Nexus. The Sanctuary of Primus and Aoife's Brownstone. Never Go Home.

[ssjmihoshi]

Matthew: *leaning in the doorway of Kataeni's room, dividing his attention between watching her sleep and watching Hormah read to some invisible children. There's real ones too, and if this is some kind of game they don't show it*

Hormah: *backhands Pi in the chest as he tries to reach over her shoulder and change the page before she's done reading. Irate deedling!*

Mira: *scoldy clickstorm!*

Bbbrl: Don't worry, Cloudtrader. She likes him anyway.

Oppy: *mouth moving as he reads to himself. Sitting on Hormah's lap*

Pi: *beeping and laughter at his mother even as he hugs her around the shoulders*

Matthew: *watches the family scene with a warm smile, remembering better times*

Hormah: *suddenly perks and looks toward the door with a quizzical deedle* I sees ye t'ere, Alora. Quit scritchin' me cat 'n gitcher can into here.

Mira: *just reached up and bapped Pi*

Pi: *laughs and scoops baby sister up to cuddle her*

Alora: *is a tall woman with light milk chocolate skin and black hair twisted into hundreds of small braids that just reach her shoulders. As she strides toward the table her brown jedi robes fall open slightly to reveal the gleaming black armor beneath*

Matthew: *gets up off the doorway, curious to see what Jedis are like. Doesn't move from his spot, however, just in case*

Hormah: *head jerk toward the hallway* She's back t'ere, b'y. Hey now, Cloudtrader, ye lil'... *deedled chuckle*

Alora: *cuddling somebody who isn't visible* It's alright. I don't mind, and he knows it. *love and laughter in her rich alto voice*

Matthew: *perhaps they are real after all. Waits patiently for the woman to come over*

Rap: *looks out of his workshop further down the hall, and then chuckles and goes back inside*

Alora: *lifts her head then and looks right at Matthew, her smile and expression seeming to say that she caught something of what he'd been thinking. Pats Pi on the leg, and waves and speaks to Mira and Oppy. Then she's coming over toward the Voyaen man, her stride the long and confident stride of a woman who has never worn a dress*

Matthew: *nods in welcome, military confidence covering for discomfort and lack of sleep* Thank you for coming. She's still asleep, but seems to be doing better. Do you know her?

Alora: *shakes her head as she stopped* No. My period of history has passed hers by a few centuries. *holds out a hand* Alora Onasi, formerly known as Darth Revan.

Matthew: *shakes the hand* I don't think I follow. Do Jedis live that long?

Alora: *shakes her head, her grin widening slightly* No, but not all time-lines run at the same rate.

Matthew: Oh. *dubious smile. This was starting to get into sci-fi movie territory here* I'm a little worried about her to be honest. *turns back to the dark room* She... probably should have died, but seems to be recovering amazingly well. *what his government wouldn't give to get her secret, he thinks with a grimace*

Kataeni: *as if on cue, begins to stir*

Alora: She probably used Jedi healing techniques. Is it alright if I come in?

Matthew: Of course. *the doorway is wide enough for 5 of her to get by, but he moves out of the way anyway. Takes the opportunity to climb back onto the bed and check on the girl* Hello. How are you feeling?

Kataeni: *tired smile* Better.

Alora: *looks up at that high bed, and then launches herself in a standing leap that ends in a forward somersault and a neat landing on her feet in a slight crouch* *is... just not there according to force senses*

Matthew: *surprised, instinctively covers Kataeni from the perceived threat*

Kataeni: *surprised as well! Yanks her hands out of the cocoon to gently push Matthew back* It's alright...

Alora: *thin brows lift with slight surprise, and then she's holding her hands in a friendly gesture* I come in peace, Matthew.

Matthew: *backs off* Sorry... Reflexes.

Kataeni: *watches the man sit down with a worried look, but then turns her attention to the new woman* Hello. *recognizes the armor* Are you, by chance, Mandalorian?

Alora: I am now. *hunkers easily, her robe falling open again to let her black-clad legs show. Hanging from her belt is a double bladed lightsaber. ...And a small, brightly colored toy animal twisted out of fuzzy wires* *has clearly heard Matthew, but she's not looking at him out of respect for his dignity*

Kataeni: *sees the lightsaber, but doesn't sense any Force from her... Then remembers what Pi said earlier* Ah, you must be Alora then. *sits up and begins extricating herself from the blankets* Excuse me a moment... *head-tails come out with a YANK and she sighs deeply* That's better.

Alora: *nod* Alora Onasi. *winces* Who wrapped you up?

Kataeni: Matthew and Pi. You did a very good job too. *wry smirk at the Voyaen*

Matthew: *chuckles* Sorry.

Alora: *shakes her head slightly, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement* If Pi wrapped your tails I need to kick his skidplate. He should know better.

Kataeni: *small cheerful chuckle, exposing pointed canines* If he'd hurt me I'd have squeaked at him.

Matthew: *ok, the thought of the tiny girl making such a cute sound gets a smile out of him*

Alora: *glances at Matthew now, her eyes twinkling. Then turns back to Kataeni and offers her a familiar cookie box* I had to stop at the Nexus mall. They aren't making this brand anymore when I come from.

Kataeni: *black eyes sparkle at the box* Oh, thank you! You all have been too kind.

Matthew: Get used to it, kid, that's how people are here.

Alora: It is kind of like a dream, isn't it? *turns that grin back to the Voyaen, then rips the opening tab off the box and puts it into Kataeni's hands*

Matthew: *alright, this is getting a bit uncanny. He's not sure what to think of the woman*

Kataeni: *oblivious, accepts the box gratefully* Thank you. But I think I should eat something a little more substantial. These are all I've had since I've been here. *chuckles again*

Alora: *hand into the sleeve of her robe and here's a sammich being offered*

Kataeni: Ah! Master never taught me that secret. *takes the sandwich gratefully*

Alora: *chuckles and pulls out some small packets* That's a meatplant notsloppy joe. And these are the condiments they had. *offers*

Kataeni: Thank you again. *munches happily*

Alora: *looks at Matthew, and then pulls a carefully wrapped four patty burger out of her other sleeve and offers it*

Matthew: *wasn't expecting that* Oh, thank you. *takes it, opens, and liberally applies mayo*

Alora: *snerks* Has Logan seen you do that?

Matthew: *smirk and eyebrow quirk* I don't think so, why?

Alora: *grin* She has favorite words for mayonnaise on burgers.

Matthew: *lets out a deep boisterous chuckle, the first anyone here has heard* And I have favorite words for vegetarian food. *noms happily*

Alora: Don't go there. Some of us like it. Logan's not one. Sometimes I'm surprised her dinner doesn't get up and run off. *still amused*

Matthew: Well Aoife sure does. *that smile says he's not mad, just ribbing* And I've been living there for 2 months. Man's gotta have a little variety.

Alora: *slight chuckle* You realize Aoife can talk to animals, right?

Matthew: *thinks* Actually, she never mentioned that part. I have seen her talk to plants though. Tell me that's not cruel. *smirk*

Kataeni: *inner snicker*

Alora: Not all plants talk. *glances at Kataeni, the twinkle growing slightly in her eyes*

Matthew: Neither do animals. *satisfied with that, takes another bite*

Kataeni: *twinkles back*

Alora: Hey, I wouldn't want to talk to somebody with that attitude either. *manages to say that in a way that is totally lacking offense and offering humor. ...And now she's eating something from a small package in her hand*

Matthew: *snorts*

Kataeni: *finishes her sandwich and begins looking around curiously*

Alora: *offers Kataeni a piece of succulent fruit. Sweet smelling and softly fuzzy* Peach?

Kataeni: Oh, yes, thank you. *noms daintily.... and proceeds to dribble onto her robes* Oh 'ear...

Alora: *chuckles and whips out a cloth, which she tucks into the girl's free hand and then guides hand and cloth up under the fruit*

Matthew: You were trying so hard... *holding back laughter*

Kataeni: *trying to catch dribbles! How embarrassing!*

Alora: *helping with quick and motherly hands* Maybe I should cut it up.

Kataeni: *frown* I can do it. If you'd lend me your knife? *now holding a peach... and a puddle. Oh dear...*

Alora: *hand to her belt and offers a gorgeous little handy knife made from intricately carved and ornamented tyraborg chitin* Here you go. Careful, it's sharp.

Kataeni: Thank you. *sets the cloth on the bed to catch everything as she cuts. Would have used the Force in the first place, but her forte is not delicacy*

Alora: You're welcome. *glances at Matthew to see how he's sitting*

Matthew: *has finished his burger, and is now trying to decide which questions he wants to and should ask the woman*

Alora: *offers him a paper napkin. And a yay meal toy*

Matthew: *takes the napkin... and blinks at the toy*

Alora: It came with the burger.

Matthew: *dubious look* That's fine, you can keep it.

Kataeni: *enjoying the peach!*

Alora: My sons have this one. *offers it to Kataeni*

Kataeni: *smiles and waves it off* Why don't you give it to one of the children here?

Alora: These kids practically own McSwindle's. *goes to toss the toy aside, but then pauses for a second with unfocused eyes. Looks at the toy again, and then turns back to Matthew* Violet loves this character.

Matthew: Violet...? Oh, Aiofe's daughter. *smiles* Alright, I'll bring it to her. *sticks the toy in a pocket*

Kataeni: If you don't mind, Alora, I have some questions about this place.

Alora: *turns back to the girl* Alright.

Matthew: *perks to listen*

Kataeni: Some of my memories have returned, but I'm still not sure how I got here. Or exactly where "here" is, other than a temple.

Alora: *slight head shake* Not a temple. A safe house. And this is one version of the Sign Nexus, which is an eddy in time and space that anyone from anywhere and anywhen can fall into. It's fond of bringing people to visit.

Kataeni: *nods, trying to find the right words* I feel it is a place of... helpfulness... *frowns. She never was good with big words* Of betweens. So, have I come to visit? It's very strange this Sign Nexus would pluck me from the moment I was to have died.

Alora: *softly* Actually, some Nexi do that. And sometimes it's not the nexus, but someone else.

Kataeni: Is there some way to find out why I was sent here?

Matthew: I've tried, Kid. They say you can't figure out the Nexus.

Alora: Hmm. Just a minute. *eyes unfocused again. Looking with force sight, Kataeni might see a sort of glow suddenly surround the older woman. There's something... no... Someone there with her*

Matthew and Kataeni: *wait in a combination of reverence and curiosity*

Alora: *nods and looks back to Kataeni, compassion in her eyes* *quietly* Has anyone here mentioned the term 'Exile' yet?

Kataeni: No. *but she fears everything is starting to make a sad kind of sense*

Matthew: *gravely* I've heard of them. People who have died, or their realities have closed. And they can never go back. *he's thought the situation over a million times, and he probably deserves that. But this little girl?*

Alora: *nods, her hand going to Kataeni's* Your part in the story of your reality is over.

Kataeni: *looks down* I thought so. *and prepared for as much before the final battle*

Matthew: *knows she probably wants to be held, but there's that part of him that can't bring himself to move*

Kataeni: *gazes back to Alora, sad resignation in her eyes* But we succeeded.

Alora: *quietly, with pride as she leans forward to give the slight girl a motherly hug* You did.

Kataeni: *squeezes the woman tight* Everyone, together. We beat Darth Necrias for good. It's going to be ok...

Matthew: That's what you said. When you fell off the sign.

Alora: Yes. You've saved your worlds from that danger. *slight rock in the hug. This is the hug of a mama*

Kataeni: *holds her, letting silent tears fall*

Matthew: *feeling awkward, slips away quietly to stand in the doorway again*

Alora: *rubs Kataeni's back, and settles down to sit and hold the girl comfortingly* Shhh. I know.

Kataeni: *looks up, tears in her eyes* You don't condemn this giving in to emotion?

Alora: No. It's a mechanism that my Master built into people so that they could let off the pressure of life. *gently wipes at those tears with non-peached corners of the soft cloth*

Kataeni: Your master? *now a mite confused*

Alora: *nods* The Living Force. He saved me when I was caught in an explosion. Sent me back alive, but changed.

Kataeni: *not quite sure what she means, but is happy for her* If only more Jedi thought like you. *those tears come again, an outpouring of hope, sadness, and futility*

Alora: *rocks her again, once more gently rubbing her back* *softly* Have you ever heard of the Old Republic?

Kataeni: *chuckles through a sob* I fought for the Republic.

Alora: Have you ever heard of Darth Revan?

Kataeni: Yes, I have. He took a large contingent of Sith and left the galaxy for some unknown place.

Alora: *quietly* She, in my reality. I can't remember much about those years, but I know that cutting myself off from natural feelings and natural connections were part of the reason I wound up like I did.

Kataeni: *smiles supportively* For some bottling up feelings is a sure way to stoke an explosion. I'm glad you're here.

Alora: *rubs the girl's back gently* In what way?

Kataeni: *thinks* ...In every way, I suppose. *smiles*

Alora: Aww. *then, with a chuckle* You know, you're the first person I've met who's actually from a time contemporary with my past?

Kataeni: Really? Is that so rare here?

Alora: *nods* Most people from our sort of timeline are from future times. That's why I called the Republic 'Old'. It's a legend to them.

Kataeni: I wondered. *chuckles* They must be from very far ahead for us to be a legend!

Matthew: *awkward parts now over, pipes up from the doorway* This place seems made of legends. Everyone is a legend or fairy tale to somebody.

Alora: *looks toward him with a smile* True. And some, by coming here, become legends in more than one reality.

Matthew: *wry frown at the wall* And I'm stuck here doing nothing.

Kataeni: You watched over me. That's something.

Alora: Even learning to start with what seem like small things is something.

Kataeni: *nods* And don't forget, I don't have a purpose anymore either. *thinks, then smiles* I think I'd like to take a vacation.

Matthew: *looks to the wall again. Purposelessness might be novel to her, but it's something he's been dealing with years before he wound up here. But he wouldn't mind accompanying her*

Alora: *quiet chuckle* I'd invite you to come visit me, but right now the Hawk is so packed that some of us are sleeping on the bridge.

Kataeni: *lighter happy chuckle* That's alright. I think... I think I'd like to go with Matthew, see where he lives.

Matthew: I don't have my own place. .... *well everyone was so nice here it probably wouldn't matter anyway* But I doubt Aoife would object much.

Alora: *soft snort as she looks toward Matthew* Don't let Aoife hear you say that. A Guardian Fae likes to know that her people feel like they belong.

Matthew: *intrigued chuckle* I haven't seen her claim me yet. Though her cat's done a pretty good job.

Kataeni: *laughs* I'm sure I'll find somewhere. *pats Alora* Thank you.

Alora: *rests her cheek against Kataeni for a moment, then looks up again without letting go the girl* She claimed you the day she brought you to her Holding, Matthew. She'll never force you to stay if you want to go, but while you're there and follow the rules that house is your home. And... cat?

Matthew: *technically she didn't bring him there, but whatever* Really big one. She's telepathic.

Alora: *shakes her head* Deidre isn't Aoife's cat.

Matthew: *confused* She's not a pet, is what you're saying?

Alora: *nods and chuckles* Deidre's a full sentient.

Matthew: *smiles to himself* I should have known.

Alora: She didn't tell you, herself?

Matthew: Nope. I guess we were too busy trying to sneak meat past Aoife.

Kataeni: *laughs*

Alora: *laughs too* She knew all about it.

Matthew: *snort*

Aoife: -Matthew? Ask Kataeni what kind of bed she likes?- *sounds preoccupied*

Matthew: *small start, then shakes his head with a smile* Kataeni, what kind of bed do you like?

Kataeni: *blink* Ah... the fluffy kind I guess.

Alora: Like this one, only smaller?

Kataeni: Honestly, I've slept in every bed imaginable. I'll take whatever you give me.

Matthew: I thought you were on vacation?

Kataeni: Oh, that's right. *laughs* Yes, this one. With no blankets, unless it's cold.

Alora: *tilts her head slightly and looks elsewhere, then grins*

Aoife: -Furry or fluffy?- *meaning should she get some pelts from Kimahri, or should she buy this lovely quilt she's looking at*

Matthew: Fluffy or furry?

Kataeni: *a little flustered! Hasn't had this much attention lavished on her... pretty much ever* Furry?

Alora: *grin widens slightly*

Aoife: -Sides on the bed, or does she like a clear line of flight? Does she sleep on her back, her side, or does she sprawl?-

Matthew: *ok, this is way too many questions* She's a Jedi. *whatever that is* Does that help? Just pick something!

Kataeni: *blink*

Matthew: Uh... *points to his head* Telepath on the other line...

Alora: *and now she laughs* She's wondering if she has permission to talk to you, Kataeni.

Kataeni: *smiles* Yes, of course.

Alora: *looks away again, nodding slightly*

Aoife: -Kataeni? How's this look?- *shares image of a big wooden half barrel full of soft padding and topped with a large pelt covered in long soft curling wool*

Kataeni: *perks* Oh, that looks lovely, thank you! You're too kind.

Aoife: *mental chuckle holds mischief* -Tell Matthew he can pick a different room if he wants, and that there's a credit account for him at the Mall. What floor would you like to sleep on?-

Kataeni: *relays the info* Any floor is fine, really.

Matthew: Mall huh? *plots for new clothing*

Aoife: *cheerfully bombs Matthew with an image of the attic... which is all one big empty space with bare board floors* *and then shows Kataeni a roomy but comfortable room on the third floor, also with bare board floors and quietly painted walls, but the bed is there and waiting*

Matthew: *definitely need more underwear, accessories, maybe a ves-ACK*

Kataeni: Thank you very much, Aoife. I would be more than happy to work for you, if you need a hand.

Aoife: *another chuckle* -My brownie might have a thing or two to say about that, if I could pry him out from under the stairs long enough to hear it.-

Kataeni: *smiles* I wouldn't dream of taking his duties.

Aoife: *mental chuckle*

Alora: *quietly* How are you feeling now, little one?

Matthew: *after a mental eyeroll at Aoife, perks to hear Kataeni's answer*

Kataeni: *looks around, sighs* I'm alright. Thank you all for all your kindness.

Alora: Do you think you're up to a transfer to your own bed? *slight smile. She can hear Aoife laughing there at the back of her mind, and knows that Kataeni and Matthew will be able to as well*

Kataeni: Yes thank you. It will be good to walk around for a while. *stretches*

Alora: *considers* Well, I'll let you walk out of the Sanctuary. But you'd be attracting attention with as tattered as you look right now, so let's teleport from there? *also looks to Matthew. This youngling is his charge*

Kataeni: Tattered? *looks down at her robes, charred and mangled* Oh dear. Maybe you're right.

Matthew: Aoife will have something around you can wear. We'll get you some new clothes first thing tomorrow. *moves over to help her off the bed*

Alora: *jumps down and moves the ladder closer, then looks up, letting Matthew help Kataeni down. Even without the whispers in her heart she can sense that the man needs to do that*

Matthew: *she's his newest cause, and if he doesn't obsessively protect her he'll go crazy again* *holds her hand as she descends the ladder, and watches impressed as she nearly touches her toes*

Kataeni: *grunts* Well I'm a little stiff, but I'll be good as new in a few days.

Alora: *grinning as she watches the girl bend. And then she's poking Kataeni's side and darting away through the door in a swirl of brown robe* Catch me if you can!

Kataeni: *sighs* Come on, I just got over being dead! *scampers into the main room and looks around, smiling*

Matthew: *follows, unsure if physical activity is a good idea right now*

Bbbrl: *perks as Kataeni appears in the front room, and then scoots over on his little jammie sock-feet to offer her a package wrapped carefully in untaped green tissue paper* I got you something with my couch change.

Alora: *looks back in through the door and laughs to see that Kataeni's been waylayed*

Hormah: *just sitting on her chair and watching, a lapfull of youngsters snuggled in her arms*

Scarecrow and Smallfoot: *are those two tall lanky bots with odd padding who are leaning against Hormah's shoulders and watching the visitors with soft brown optics*

Kataeni: Oh, thank you! You didn't have to do that. *takes the package and inspects it curiously*

Bbbrl: I like giving presents. *happy kitten-like chirrup* And you can keep the paper 'n ribbon 'n use them again, too!

Kataeni: *smiles* May I open it?

Bbbrl: o.0 That's what you do with presents.

Hormah: *deedles a soft chuckle as she watches*

Cloudtrader: *is the hint of a little Seeker, only six foot tall, from the corner of Kataeni's eye. He's watching eagerly*

Kataeni: *smiles to all present and carefully opens the package*

gift: *is a two and a half foot tall rag kitty made from heavy cotton fabric. Has the same markings as Bbbrl does*

Kataeni: *the doll is half as big as her, and perfect for cuddling* Oh, thank you. I'll take good care of it.

Bbbrl: *happy smile* You can come play dolls with me and my sisters and brothers if you want.

Kataeni: *smiles too, hasn't played with dolls in a long time* I'd love to.

Bbbrl: *gently touches the doll's ear* And he's good for snuggles. Snuggles are important.

Kataeni: *chuckles* Yes. *looks to Hormah* When is a good time to visit?

Hormah: Anytime, me son. Jes' watch out. We kin be some rowdy betimes. *grin*

Bbbrl: *giggles and wriggles*

Kataeni: *chuckles* I can take care of myself.

Hormah: *just deedles a soft chuckle as she leans down slightly and holds out a hand to her little organic son*

Bbbrl: *blink blink! Gives Kataeni a kiss on her cheek, and then scoots to Mama, his tail windmilling slightly in its sock as he spins out on the smooth stone floor*

Kataeni: *smiles at him, thanks everyone one last time, and joins Matthew as they head for the door and Alora*

Alora: *grins at her* Ready to 'port?

Kataeni: *nods* Matthew?

Matthew: *mentally braces himself* Ready.

Alora: *puts a hand on each shoulder, and then brings them right to Kataeni's new room. Looks over at the bed and grins again* Big enough to stretch out in, but snug enough to curl up in. And look. Aoife left you a new robe.

Kataeni: It seems she thinks of everything. *blinks up at Matthew* Are you alright?

Matthew: *grunts, rubbing his head* I'll be fine.

Alora: *sharp look for the tall man as she narrows her eyes and studies him to see what the problem is* *then reaches out and pats his arm* *gently* You'll get used to it again.

Matthew: *annoyed grumble* I hope so. *smiles reassuringly to Kataeni* Really, I'm fine. It'll pass.

Alora: *to the girl* He's not used to teleporting anymore. *grin* I guess we should let you be to change and have a bath. I'll see you another time, alright? *offers a slip of paper* This is the code for contacting me. Most Nexus cellphones can reach it.

Kataeni: *takes the paper* Thank you, Alora. You'll be hearing from me soon.

Alora: *another grin* Oh, and there's a friend of mine who lives here, down by the waterfront. You might run into him there or at the Mall. His name's Kit Fisco.

Kataeni: *smiles* I'll look for him.

Alora: *points to a door next to that of the closet* I can smell your bath. Have fun! *turns toward the door, glancing at Matthew to see if he's coming*

Matthew: *follows, waiting until they reach the hall to address her* Thank you, Alora. I had no idea what to do for her.

Alora: Well, I don't think you were doing too badly. *tucks her hands into the sleeves of her robe and looks up at him, her dark eyes calm and peaceful*

Matthew: I have some questions of my own.

Alora: *nods, unsurprised and waiting*

Matthew: What exactly are Jedi? I know some armies recruit early but... *grimaces and looks to Kataeni's door* She seemed like a hardened vet. That takes years, and I know she's not that old.

Alora: Jedi are a group of people who help see to the workings of the galaxy... they're like monks, you could say. And no, she's not that old. Jedi are usually trained from infancy.

Matthew: Infancy...? *grimace* And who decides who gets trained?

Alora: Anyone that the Jedi encounter who's got the right midi-clorian count gets trained.

Matthew: Hmm. How many Jedi are there?

Alora: In my reality and time? Several hundred, I guess. I don't spend a lot of time around them anymore.

Matthew: *impressed* A fair support group.

Alora: They could be. But like any group they have their failings.

Matthew: *nod* Thank you. If I think of anything else, where can I find you?

Alora: *slight grin* Kataeni has my number. And Kit Fisco will be able to answer questions, too.

Matthew: Right.

Alora: Here. I'm supposed to give you this, I think. *takes a card out of one sleeve and offers it*

Matthew: *takes it, curious*

card: *nicely printed business card* "Want to have fun? Want to dance? Want to drink sweet or caffeinated things till your head spins? Want good, cheap food and even better music? GO TO HELL!" *address and phone number*

Matthew: *eyebrow raises. Ok, that's a little tempting* And who gave you this? *tiny smirk*

Alora: I've had to go there to get my padwans to come home and actually sleep at night. *smile is slight but seems to twinkle mischief and amusement from her whole face*

Matthew: *soft, deep chuckle* It's a good workout! Now I have some more things to buy tomorrow.

Alora: You don't need to be too fancy there. It's a Morlock place.

Matthew: *eyebrow raise* Why go to a club if you're not going to be fancy? It's like a sandwich without the pickles.

Alora: To dance, drink till you're hyper, and get food you can afford. *slight grin* Morlocks are underworld people.

Matthew: With all those jewels down there? You'd think they'd live a little. *chuckles again* Thanks.

Alora: Not that underworld. The one underneath New York city in one reality. *grin* Go have a peek before you go shopping. *looks at chronometer and grins more widely* I think the Lovely Dictators are playing tonight.

Matthew: *unconscious grimace* In this thing?

Alora: *looks at what he's wearing* They're Punks. They're not going to notice.

Matthew: I'll notice. *chuckle* I will stop by though. Thanks.

Alora: *grins* I'll see you later. *looks up as big paws gallop overhead*

Matthew: *another eyebrow raise* .....That's my room, isn't it?

Alora: *chuckle* She's clearing out the riffraff... aka dust bunnies.

Matthew: *snickers, wondering if he can prank her somehow*

Alora: Oh probably. *fiddles with something on the cuff of her black armour, then waves and vanishes with a swish and a slight flash*

paws: *go over again*

Matthew: *blink* Where...?

Aoife: -Hmmm? Are you alright?-

Matthew: Uh... Just wondering where she went...

Aoife: -Ohhh. She teleported home.-

Matthew: Oh! *feels dumb now. ....Oh well! Time to prank a giant cat*


((Written by ssjmihoshi and random_xtras.))