Nexus. Shade's Subdivision house. The Next Morning.

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((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*

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Hans Seiderman/Jester: *clothes changed, looking around for Lizzie*

Lizzie: *as the movie opens with a sweeping vista of sage brush dotted mountains* Oooooooo!

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *finds them due to this, sees they're watching TV* I'm still a little surprised someone in the Nexus is trying to run a television channel, with all of the times fiction found here is... not so fictional for someone.

Lizzie: *looks toward him* Even reality's interestin' though. *big grin* Yeh ready? There's a big tournament goin' on at th' Dog.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods and smiles* What sort of a tournament? *doesn't want to interrupt... well, mostly doesn't*

Lizzie: *shrugs and gives Six-Shooter a last snuggle and a kiss on the cheek* Oh, th' Primes're raisin' charity money fer somethin'. Won't get in th' way 'o havin' fun.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *grins* Perhaps we should check a few couches on the way, so we might have extra change to leave? *in other words he's planning to show Lizzie that she's now big enough to push furniture over*

Lizzie: *perks, and then reaches down into the chair past Six-Shooter's butt just as the movie cuts to a tarantula creeping up on somebody*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *almost says something... but doesn't, just waits...*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *out of that chair so fast it almost tips over*

Lizzie: Eeek! *scoots away backward from the sudden flurry of movement and runs into Jester*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *wasn't expecting that part of it, and ends up with an armload of Lizzie*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *picking himself up off the floor, just chuckles* Very funny... Do I wanna know which one of you decided to make me think there was a spider in the chair?

Lizzie: *standing there in Jester's arms and looking at Six-Shooter with big eyes* Oi wos lookin' fer change!

John Wade/Six-Shooter: The kinda change like making me jump outta the chair? *is amused, but still thinks it was a prank*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *a bit pink again, but not going to say anything about that this time* I think she really was looking for change.

John Wade/Six-Shooter: I noticed there wasn't a peep out of you about it.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Well... no... *grin* I thought you'd think it was a spider.

Lizzie: *mouth falls open and she tips her head back to look at Jester accusingly. Then swats him and moves away with her arms folded under her chest* Hmmph.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just looks confused and a little hurt*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *checks the chair for loose change - and spiders - before sitting back down in it*

Lizzie: *looks at Jester, sees his expression and blinks. Then wibbles*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *found a half-handful of change, only recognizes some of the coins* Now, enough with the wibble contest, you two. Jester didn't mean any harm. I know that, and I'd've thought you would too, Lizzie. *thinks about it* Though, I guess he hasn't played as many pranks since we've been here.

Lizzie: *lowers her gaze and looks away* 'E usually tells me first. *really just upset because of how badly she'd been startled by Six-Shooter's jump*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: There wasn't much of a 'first' in which to tell you

Lizzie: Sorry. *and she's teary again. All this human stuff's got her slightly emotional*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *sigh, hesitantly puts an arm around her* It is not your fault, Lizzie.

Lizzie: *lowers her arms and then puts them around him as she hides her face against him and snuggles* *then meeps and looks toward Six-Shooter* Did th' coffee spill?

John Wade/Six-Shooter: Nope. *dips a biscotti in it* *offers them the handful of change* Now go have fun, you two.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *accepts the change, and is a bit pink again realizing he's being snuggled*

Lizzie: Yessir. *lets go of Jester to go give her favourite old cowboy another hug and kiss on the cheek. Needs to sit on him to reach him properly*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *just hugs back*

Lizzie: *gives him a sunny grin after the mutual squish, and then gets up and goes to Jester, reaching for his hand* Les' git this show on th' road.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *smiles back* Ja, lets. *has no problem holding hands as they set out on their way to the Black Dog. Keeps watch for couches along the way*