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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: *hits the couch with a running leap that has her clinging to a bit of trim at the top of the skirt*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *well accustomed to couch climbing by now, even if this one is a big challenge*
Lizzie: *with strength unexpected in a plump little woman she flips herself up and manages to get another hold, and then she's swinging and has her hands on the edge under the cushions. Is grinning as she goes*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *has sought out seams as handholds, now just under one of the armrests*
Lizzie: *vanishes under the cushion, the last sight of her is wriggling legs and a shirt covered bottom*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *at first doesn't think anything of this.. and then what they are catches up and his mood turns to alarm* Lizzie! *hurries to get the rest of the way up and try to push the cushion off*
Lizzie: *muffled* Wot?
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *worried* You could suffocate under there
Lizzie: Th' stuff over th' springs ain't that thick. *pauses* 'N Oi kin hear talkin' behind it.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *still trying to move the cushion* And someone could sit on you... please come out from under there.
Lizzie: *something muffled. Sounds like "Anti-Violence field"*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *still doesn't completely believe in that thing, or trust that it would always work. There's a swear in German from him as he looks for something to use as a lever*
Lizzie: *and then she's squirming out between two cushions with a shout* Jes', look wot Oi got!
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *what she gets, besides whatever she actually means, is a panicked and tearfaced Jes hugging her tightly*
Lizzie: *squeaks with surprise and hugs back, though she's looking up at him with surprise and concern*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *can't say anything for a bit, just clinghugging*
Lizzie: *finally reaches up to put her hand to either side of his face* Jes', breath. C'mon. Yer scarin' me.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: You scared me too. I... It's dangerous for us to go under the cushions like that... like this.
Lizzie: *frowns* Shade pertects me. 'N th' AV field's strong 'ere.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Shade is not here right now, unless he is hiding under the couch... and I am not sure I trust this AV field. *has realized he's hugging and lets go* I... I don't want... something to happen to you... for you to suffocate crawling under couch cushions.
Lizzie: *hands gently squeeze his cheeks, and then she's pulling his head down so she can kiss one* Shade's always with us, Jes'.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns pink again at getting kissed* Still... no more crawling under the cushions, please? *He doesn't want to lose her to something so silly as forgetting they could suffocate this way. He doesn't want to lose her at all, and isn't sure what to think of that realization.* I think between both of us we can push them off.
Lizzie: *big grin as she lets go of him and holds up a Nexus Gold Mastercard*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile, tho still a bit shaken* I remember those. But can we use that? *didn't pay much attention to that, but remembers Camille still had to sign papers when using the ones she'd had*
Lizzie: Till it gits tired 'o us. *little excited bouncy dance there in his arms*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *uncertain* And this is legal? *has heard about credit card fraud before*
Lizzie: *nod nod* This card's a bloomin' legend. Comes 'n goes as it pleases. 'N it's come ta see us today!
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *blinks* This is another of the Nexus things, then? Well, in that case...
Lizzie: *more big grin, and then happy and excited snuggle* We kin buy all we bloomin' wanna.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *doesn't protest this time, just hugs back, then chuckles* Should we let Leech know? I know she was wanting to take you shopping.
Lizzie: *looks at the card without moving back from him, then shrugs* Oi'll be normal t'night.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinks about that, and nods* Ja... well, it is up to you what to do with it. *trying not to admit that he actually doesn't really remember how to go shopping, only how to be toted along on shopping trips for company. Can also see Lizzie's indifference to the subject. So here they are... unlimited funds and no clue*
Lizzie: Let's jump on th' couch fer a bit 'n then go play. *knows where to keep a credit card. Unbuttons her shirt a bit so she can poke it down the front of it*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *all too ready to agree to that. How could they climb up here and not jump on the couch to celebrate the victory? Distracted from these happy thoughts as Lizzie starts unbuttoning her top and hastily looks away, turning pink again*
Lizzie: *finishes storing card and looks up as she wriggles a bit to make it stop poking her and buttons her shirt again* ...Now wot?
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *risks a glance over, and doesn't see anything unbuttoned* I think jumping on the couch was mentioned?
Lizzie: Wot'd I do this toim? *hands on hips as she frowns at him a bit*
Littles man: *sitting there on the couch arm and looking down at them. Advises* Just jump.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *embarrassed* You were unbuttoning your top...
Lizzie: *turns from scowling at the Little and stares at Jester, then blushes and facepalms*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *also blushing*
Lizzie: Oi'll be glad when this's over with. *then jumps!* *going to see if she can knock Jester on his butt*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *no comment to that, time to jump on the couch*