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Nexus. Shade's Subdivision house. The Next Morning.
((The morning after the Black Dog Wish Incident))
Lizzie: *voice is loud... and aloud?? It shatters the morning silence of the house* Oh wot the bloomin' 'ell is this??
Hans Seiderman/Jester: O.o
Lizzie: *is the sound of a crash and grumbling* Blasted jail bait indeed... *stuff being rummaged*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *still sleepy, hasn't really been sleeping well... and is now very confused... follows the sound*
plump and very busty girl: *blue hair in a messy asymmetrical bob has fallen into her snapping brown eyes as she searches through the basket of clothing that Rhinox left at the house. Is wearing a tube top and a miniskirt, and it's evident from her grouching and muttering that she's quite unhappy with the effect of the outfit*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: ... Lizzie?
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *also woke up... for that matter, everyone in the house probably was, unless they were already awake... arrives to see this and looks very confused* ... Are we contageous?
Lizzie: *squeak of surprise and hugs one of Leech's new blouses up against her chest* Don't bloomin' creep up on me loik 'at!
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns a bit pink, trying to look anywhere except at Lizzie... from her reaction he's not sure she's 'decent' and is not going to try to get a good enough look to be sure*
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *also not looking* Sorry. We heard yelling, so I came to look. I'll... tell the others you're ok, then? ... Are you ok?
Lizzie: *looks from Jester to Pinhead, and then bursts into tears* I'm stickin' out all over th' bloomin' place 'n I dunno wot t' do about it!
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns even pinker, to Pinhead* I think... you should tell Leech to come here?
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *nods and heads back the way he came*
Lizzie: *finds out her nose is running and has a minor spazz about it* Wot th'... Ewww!
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *hurries over* What is the matter... Lizzie?
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I do not know how this happened...
Lizzie: Oi done it. *appealing look at Leech* But Oi dunno wot t' do now. *her outfit covered her fine as a doll, but as a human it covers very little. And the LOL that changed her helpfully gave her ripped fishnets to go with the top and mini*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *sigh and a sympathetic smile as she goes to put a comforting arm around Lizzie... and shoos Jester off with the other, as he's still standing there an interesting shade of pink and a hand over his eyes* It will be all right, dear... Go on, Jester. We girls need to talk.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *yes, this does seem a good time to retreat*
Lizzie: *winces as Jester sideswipes the door frame on his way out*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *for starters, hugs Lizzie, since Lizzie looks like she needs that*
Lizzie: *starts to lean into the hug, but then remembers her nose and pulls away* Oim leakin'.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: It's all right... *looks for a hankie or tissues* That does happen sometimes.
hankies: *in the clothing basket. Lovely undyed cotton ones*
Lizzie: Ewwww. *face creased with confusion and distress*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *fishes one out and hands it to Lizzie* Here, dear...
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *heard something about Lizzie in a state of undress, so doesn't come in, but does call out* Is everything all right in there?
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *to Tunneler* Yes, we're just fine... *sighs, quieter and to Lizzie* Though we may have to go clothes shopping. I don't think this is going to fit you.
Lizzie: *absently wipes her nose on her hand, and then looks at the blouse with dismay* It won't?
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *realises the poor girl hadn't understood what the hanky was for, uses it to wipe Lizzie's hand off with* I doubt it. There's... a lot of size difference in humans, and we're really not the same size.
Lizzie: *looks up at the taller and more slender woman and sighs* Right. Yer right, Mum. *then wibbles* Oi look loik a blasted fool.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: No, you don't. You're just confused, that's all.
Lizzie: *takes the hankie and wipes her nose again, dark eyes dropping to the floor* Don' usually stick out loik this. *glances toward the kosher kitchen as she hears Shade's voice suddenly calling in there. Knows the cat hadn't been there before*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Well, they are supposed to stick out like that. But it does mean one of my blouses won't button up. I think we may have to borrow one of the boys' shirts, at least until we can get you something.
Shade: *hears her voice* -Leech! Leech! Kitty has something for Lizzie baby.-
Lizzie: It's okay t' wear them? *so surprised*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Well... it would have been odd in my own time, but Susan used to wear Richard's shirts now and then. *calls back* What is it, Shade? *doesn't really want to leave Lizzie alone like this*
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *still guarding outside the door* I can go find out, if you want.
Shade: *shows Leech a picture of a very nice soft leather vest with corset laces in the front and back* -Lizzie baby can wear with other clothes. Keep bumpy things tidy.-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *is actually just old enough to remember corsets from when she was a teen* Oh dear... he's found you a corset. *knows fetching that will turn Tunneler several shades of pink, if the poor boy realizes what it is* Will you be all right here while I go retrieve it?
Lizzie: *eyes widen, but she nods, her hair falling forward over her face again*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: I'll be right back, dear. *gives her a little kiss on the forehead and goes to get the corset*
Shade: *looks up from where he's sitting by the prize and projects a picture of the garment being worn over shirts* -Kitty couldn't get any boonies.-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *gives the cat a bit of a look at the image of it being worn over clothes* Shade, dear... corsets are underthings, not over. *chuckles at the idea, and will give the cat a scritch as she picks it up. Odd, it's not cotton like the ones she used to have long ago.*
Shade: *shows her several images of girls wearing corsets on top even as he purrs at the scritch and shares with her that he's concerned for his Lizzie baby*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *nods agreement at the concern, but is still perplexed by the girls wearing their underwear over their clothes. She's never seen that particular fashion concept, so it's really puzzling her* *she'll start heading back to Lizzie*
Lizzie: *hugging a plaid shirt and spacing out slightly as she sits in the chair that she and Jester used to spend the nights in, and used for their landing pad from the laundry chute. Short, chubby legs in knee high, spike heel platform boots are stretched out in front of her*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *goes over and hugs her, also thinking those boots look uncomfortable and perhaps dangerous since Lizzie wouldn't really be used to walking in heels... doesn't want the poor girl to twist an ankle, now that it would hurt her to do so... shows her Shade's find, but says quietly* The poor cat seems to think it's worn over a shirt instead of under one, though I have to admit I haven't seen one in leather before.
Lizzie: *looks at it blankly, but then blinks and focuses* 'At one does go over top, Mum. S'how it's done some places. *reaches to touch the soft brown leather* ...Smells nice.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *just blinks at that a bit, but* Well, if that's where it goes...
Lizzie: *nods and rubs eyes, then makes a soft sound of surprise and looks at black streaked hands*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *stares for a half-second as well, before she realizes what it is* It's all right. I think first we'd best wash your face. Your makeup's a mess...
Lizzie: 0.o Oim wearin' make up? *that she is. Quite punk*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Rather a lot of it, really...
Lizzie: *winces* Wot the bloomin' 'eck... *hands go toward the arms of the chair but then stop, and she's scowling and trying to use the hanky to wipe them so that she doesn't spoil the chair*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *looks in the laundry for a robe that can be used as a quick coverup until Lizzie's more presentable*
Lizzie: *pulling on the plaid shirt she'd been holding, and expressing quiet surprise when she stands and finds it falling to her knees*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *well, that works too* Come on, dear... *tries to guide Lizzie gently to the bathroom*
Lizzie: *a bit unsteady on her boots as she leaves the laundry room with Leech. Spots Tunneler outside the door and wibbles at him sheepishly*
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *a bit embarrassed, but gives her a smile*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *keeps an arm around Lizzie, still worried about those boots... but doubts any of them would be lucky enough to have the same shoe size*
Lizzie: *quietly, to Tunneler* This... ain't wot Oi was expectin'.
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: Life's full of unexpected things, Lizzie.
Lizzie: Yeah. *sighs and goes with Leech*
Lizzie: *voice is loud... and aloud?? It shatters the morning silence of the house* Oh wot the bloomin' 'ell is this??
Hans Seiderman/Jester: O.o
Lizzie: *is the sound of a crash and grumbling* Blasted jail bait indeed... *stuff being rummaged*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *still sleepy, hasn't really been sleeping well... and is now very confused... follows the sound*
plump and very busty girl: *blue hair in a messy asymmetrical bob has fallen into her snapping brown eyes as she searches through the basket of clothing that Rhinox left at the house. Is wearing a tube top and a miniskirt, and it's evident from her grouching and muttering that she's quite unhappy with the effect of the outfit*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: ... Lizzie?
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *also woke up... for that matter, everyone in the house probably was, unless they were already awake... arrives to see this and looks very confused* ... Are we contageous?
Lizzie: *squeak of surprise and hugs one of Leech's new blouses up against her chest* Don't bloomin' creep up on me loik 'at!
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns a bit pink, trying to look anywhere except at Lizzie... from her reaction he's not sure she's 'decent' and is not going to try to get a good enough look to be sure*
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *also not looking* Sorry. We heard yelling, so I came to look. I'll... tell the others you're ok, then? ... Are you ok?
Lizzie: *looks from Jester to Pinhead, and then bursts into tears* I'm stickin' out all over th' bloomin' place 'n I dunno wot t' do about it!
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns even pinker, to Pinhead* I think... you should tell Leech to come here?
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *nods and heads back the way he came*
Lizzie: *finds out her nose is running and has a minor spazz about it* Wot th'... Ewww!
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *hurries over* What is the matter... Lizzie?
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I do not know how this happened...
Lizzie: Oi done it. *appealing look at Leech* But Oi dunno wot t' do now. *her outfit covered her fine as a doll, but as a human it covers very little. And the LOL that changed her helpfully gave her ripped fishnets to go with the top and mini*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *sigh and a sympathetic smile as she goes to put a comforting arm around Lizzie... and shoos Jester off with the other, as he's still standing there an interesting shade of pink and a hand over his eyes* It will be all right, dear... Go on, Jester. We girls need to talk.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *yes, this does seem a good time to retreat*
Lizzie: *winces as Jester sideswipes the door frame on his way out*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *for starters, hugs Lizzie, since Lizzie looks like she needs that*
Lizzie: *starts to lean into the hug, but then remembers her nose and pulls away* Oim leakin'.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: It's all right... *looks for a hankie or tissues* That does happen sometimes.
hankies: *in the clothing basket. Lovely undyed cotton ones*
Lizzie: Ewwww. *face creased with confusion and distress*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *fishes one out and hands it to Lizzie* Here, dear...
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *heard something about Lizzie in a state of undress, so doesn't come in, but does call out* Is everything all right in there?
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *to Tunneler* Yes, we're just fine... *sighs, quieter and to Lizzie* Though we may have to go clothes shopping. I don't think this is going to fit you.
Lizzie: *absently wipes her nose on her hand, and then looks at the blouse with dismay* It won't?
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *realises the poor girl hadn't understood what the hanky was for, uses it to wipe Lizzie's hand off with* I doubt it. There's... a lot of size difference in humans, and we're really not the same size.
Lizzie: *looks up at the taller and more slender woman and sighs* Right. Yer right, Mum. *then wibbles* Oi look loik a blasted fool.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: No, you don't. You're just confused, that's all.
Lizzie: *takes the hankie and wipes her nose again, dark eyes dropping to the floor* Don' usually stick out loik this. *glances toward the kosher kitchen as she hears Shade's voice suddenly calling in there. Knows the cat hadn't been there before*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Well, they are supposed to stick out like that. But it does mean one of my blouses won't button up. I think we may have to borrow one of the boys' shirts, at least until we can get you something.
Shade: *hears her voice* -Leech! Leech! Kitty has something for Lizzie baby.-
Lizzie: It's okay t' wear them? *so surprised*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Well... it would have been odd in my own time, but Susan used to wear Richard's shirts now and then. *calls back* What is it, Shade? *doesn't really want to leave Lizzie alone like this*
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *still guarding outside the door* I can go find out, if you want.
Shade: *shows Leech a picture of a very nice soft leather vest with corset laces in the front and back* -Lizzie baby can wear with other clothes. Keep bumpy things tidy.-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *is actually just old enough to remember corsets from when she was a teen* Oh dear... he's found you a corset. *knows fetching that will turn Tunneler several shades of pink, if the poor boy realizes what it is* Will you be all right here while I go retrieve it?
Lizzie: *eyes widen, but she nods, her hair falling forward over her face again*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: I'll be right back, dear. *gives her a little kiss on the forehead and goes to get the corset*
Shade: *looks up from where he's sitting by the prize and projects a picture of the garment being worn over shirts* -Kitty couldn't get any boonies.-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *gives the cat a bit of a look at the image of it being worn over clothes* Shade, dear... corsets are underthings, not over. *chuckles at the idea, and will give the cat a scritch as she picks it up. Odd, it's not cotton like the ones she used to have long ago.*
Shade: *shows her several images of girls wearing corsets on top even as he purrs at the scritch and shares with her that he's concerned for his Lizzie baby*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *nods agreement at the concern, but is still perplexed by the girls wearing their underwear over their clothes. She's never seen that particular fashion concept, so it's really puzzling her* *she'll start heading back to Lizzie*
Lizzie: *hugging a plaid shirt and spacing out slightly as she sits in the chair that she and Jester used to spend the nights in, and used for their landing pad from the laundry chute. Short, chubby legs in knee high, spike heel platform boots are stretched out in front of her*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *goes over and hugs her, also thinking those boots look uncomfortable and perhaps dangerous since Lizzie wouldn't really be used to walking in heels... doesn't want the poor girl to twist an ankle, now that it would hurt her to do so... shows her Shade's find, but says quietly* The poor cat seems to think it's worn over a shirt instead of under one, though I have to admit I haven't seen one in leather before.
Lizzie: *looks at it blankly, but then blinks and focuses* 'At one does go over top, Mum. S'how it's done some places. *reaches to touch the soft brown leather* ...Smells nice.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *just blinks at that a bit, but* Well, if that's where it goes...
Lizzie: *nods and rubs eyes, then makes a soft sound of surprise and looks at black streaked hands*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *stares for a half-second as well, before she realizes what it is* It's all right. I think first we'd best wash your face. Your makeup's a mess...
Lizzie: 0.o Oim wearin' make up? *that she is. Quite punk*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Rather a lot of it, really...
Lizzie: *winces* Wot the bloomin' 'eck... *hands go toward the arms of the chair but then stop, and she's scowling and trying to use the hanky to wipe them so that she doesn't spoil the chair*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *looks in the laundry for a robe that can be used as a quick coverup until Lizzie's more presentable*
Lizzie: *pulling on the plaid shirt she'd been holding, and expressing quiet surprise when she stands and finds it falling to her knees*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *well, that works too* Come on, dear... *tries to guide Lizzie gently to the bathroom*
Lizzie: *a bit unsteady on her boots as she leaves the laundry room with Leech. Spots Tunneler outside the door and wibbles at him sheepishly*
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *a bit embarrassed, but gives her a smile*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *keeps an arm around Lizzie, still worried about those boots... but doubts any of them would be lucky enough to have the same shoe size*
Lizzie: *quietly, to Tunneler* This... ain't wot Oi was expectin'.
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: Life's full of unexpected things, Lizzie.
Lizzie: Yeah. *sighs and goes with Leech*
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Lizzie: *squeaks and flails slightly, just like she does in response to face washes in her usual form. But also wobbles on her boots this time*
something: *skitters in the bathtub behind the shower door*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *slight hiss and immediately on guard*
Lizzie: *looks toward the skitter with a frown*
Shade: *calmly, to both of them* -Shade's new baby.-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *relaxes with a sigh*
Lizzie: *facepalms* Wonder wot sort 'o crawly he's brought in this time.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: I have no idea... for a moment, I thought it was either a Totem or a rat. *opens the shower door just enough to peek*
Nokia flip phone: *just laying there near the drain*
Lizzie: Could be a rat, knowin' 'im.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *just looks at this, a little suspicious for a moment, then closes the shower door* It's some sort of tiny phone... I think.
Lizzie: *rubs her face with her hands, then studies the hands with a frown*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *checks to make sure Lizzie's hands are reasonably clean, while she still has that washcloth*
Lizzie: *still had a few black streaks, and now she's got smudges on her face*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *sighs, rinses out the washcloth, and starts all over*
Lizzie: Bbblech. Wwwot?
Elsa Toulon/Leech: You don't want to go out with a streaky face, do you?
Lizzie: Nnno!
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *when she gets all the streaks off* There...
Lizzie: *gasps for breath, and then offers her hands* My feet don' feel right.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: It's probably those boots. I thought they looked like trouble... *though she'd once worn lace up 'granny boots' herself, they hadn't had heels like this*
Lizzie: *looks at her feet* ...They look loik my regular boots.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Yes, but those were painted on.
Lizzie: *winces as she moves one foot* *soft grunt of discomfort* Wot...
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Oh dear... *will try to remove that boot*
Lizzie: *watches with wonder as the long zipper is unfastened, and then squeaks and winces again as the boot is removed from her tiny, plump, and quite bruised foot*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *concerned frown at this, sticks her head out the bathroom door* Tunneler? Could you get André? I think Lizzie's been injured by those horrible boots she was wearing.
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *nods and will go to find Decapitron*
Lizzie: *wriggles foot and then frowns as a toe goes through a hole in the fishnet stockings she's got on*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *will remove the other boot too, just in case*
Lizzie: *actually yelps softly as that one comes off. Her arch is lividly purple*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Well, I doubt you'll be going shopping like that...
André Toulon/Decapitron: *from outside the door* Elsa? Lizzie? Are you decent?
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Enough for family...
Lizzie: But Oi gotta. Oi can't wear this junk.
André Toulon/Decapitron: *comes in and frowns at the bruises, kneels nearby to assess the damage*
Lizzie: *wibbles at him, blushing sheepishly at her predicament* They don't smell, do they?
André Toulon/Decapitron: No, but you have some rather severe bruises and a sprained arch. ... I'm not sure we have a first aid kit, I'll have to look for something to wrap it. And it would be best if she stayed off her feet.
Shade: -Got kit. Rhinox bring.-
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *sighs* I should have taken those boots off her from the start.
André Toulon/Decapitron: I'll be right back, then... *gives Leech a kiss on the cheek and goes to get that kit*
Lizzie: *big wibbling. Has no idea what Opa's words about her feet mean*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *notices the toe poking through the fishnets* Perhaps we should remove these too... *picking at them in an attempt to untangle toes*
Lizzie: *squeaks and flinches, then gives Leech a wide-eyed look as she tries to figure out what that strange and not happy sensation was*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Sorry... are you ticklish?
Lizzie: ...Wot's 'at feel loik?
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *realises her goof* You wouldn't know if you were... and it might be best we don't find out right now. But we should get those off before André returns. He can't bind your foot up over top of them.
Lizzie: Alroit... *lifts the hem of the shirt, and then her skirt* *amazement* They're roit over me bloomin' arse.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Yes... I always thought garters were actually more convenient than the newer 'panty hose'. Susan had a few pair, but almost never wore the things. And they... weren't like this. *she can't imagine Susan in fishnets*
Lizzie: *stands and pulls her skirts right up, showing Leech her comfy blue little boy boonies with the happy face on the butt. Works to get the fishnets off without taking down the boonies*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *since they're both girls in here at the moment, doesn't mind the underwear*
Lizzie: *socks down, settles skirts carefully, and squeaks as the mini skirt slides right off too* Wot the...
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *is a little startled by that...and then a knock at the door* We're not decent at the moment
Lizzie: *drops the skirt and settles the skirt of the shirt more firmly, then sits back down and gets the socks off the rest, wincing again as she tugs it free of her toe* Am Oi now?
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *nods, to Decapitron...she's pretty sure it's him out there* All right.
André Toulon/Decapitron: *comes back in with the first aid kit*
Lizzie: *wriggling toes and wincing* Oi think Oi know what "'urts" means, now.
André Toulon/Decapitron: I'd imagine you do... *has kit open and starts tending to Lizzie's feet*
Lizzie: *wince wince wince. Wibble*
tub: *sly little scratchy sounds*
André Toulon/Decapitron: *pauses, combat-tense... but not to the level Leech had been before*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: It looked like some sort of phone, but it sounds like it's moving in there...
Lizzie: *absently* Prob'ly Cybertronain.
André Toulon/Decapitron: *back to tending Lizzie's feet*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *puts an arm around Lizzie in a half-hug*
Lizzie: *looks for the hanky and finds it, then wipes her nose and her eyes* Leakin' all over...
Elsa Toulon/Leech: It's understandable, dear. You're upset and hurt.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *outside the door* Hullo? Is... I heard Lizzie was hurt... *not trying to come in. Just worrying much*
Lizzie: *whisper of a sob against Leech's side, but then she's lifting her head and looking toward the door with a wibble* Oim alright, Jes'. *soft yelp then as Decapitron puts light pressure on her arch*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: That didn't sound all right.
Lizzie: *hands over mouth now as she screws her face up*
André Toulon/Decapitron: She has a few bruises and a sprained arch, Jester. It's nothing serious.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *doesn't answer... but settles down to one side of the door, listening in out of concern*
Lizzie: *is now going to hide her face on Leech* Oi think Oi know what pain is, Mum. 'N Oi dun loik it!
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *just hugs her* No one does, dear... *well, except masochists, but she's not going to mention that*
Lizzie: *sighs, and then turns her head to see a tiny face peeking at her around the tub door* *hushed* Mum, look.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *moving as little, and as slowly as possible, tries to peek over there*
face: *tips up to look back at her. Is indeed a tiny Transformer with beady blue eyes*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *will just give the tiny face a friendly smile before turning her attention back to Lizzie*
Lizzie: *tiny chuckle* Looks loik a tiny Blackout.
André Toulon/Decapitron: *finished binding up the injuries* There...
tub bot: *scraping sound as he startles and slides back down*
Lizzie: *startles at the sounds*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *glances from that to Decapitron*
André Toulon/Decapitron: *nods* I'll warn the others about the new resident. We don't need any unfortunate incidents because someone thinks they heard a Totem in the bath.
Lizzie: Shade'll prob'ly 'ave 'im outta there soon. *moves toes and sighs* Now what, Mum?
André Toulon/Decapitron: *gets up to go warn the others about the tiny phonebot... and smiles slightly when he sees Jester 'guarding' by the door*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: Well, like André said, you should stay off that foot, so we'll have to figure out some other way besides a shopping trip to get you something to wear until this is over.
Lizzie: *square little chin sets with stubbornness* Oi could git a crutch or somethin'.
Elsa Toulon/Leech: I was thinking of seeing if Pinhead could put you to bed... but it would likely embarrass him greatly.
Lizzie: Bed?? *dark eyes wide with protest*
Elsa Toulon/Leech: *bit of a smile, remembers how much she hated being coddled and protected when younger... before she'd eloped after being kidnapped by mummified cultists* Or we could try to find you a crutch. The injuries aren't severe... so I can't imagine there'd still be damage when you change back.