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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: *calls him affectionate names of insult, and then pauses as they reach the door to look around the thick forest of large feet* Place's packed 'cause 'o th' tournament. *perks then as she hears singing* Somebody's playin' wit' th' singin' machine.
Patrick Bramwell/Torch: There they are...
John Wade/Six-Shooter: *waves from one of the table's nearest the entrance to the space under the bonsai mountain*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *was working out safest way to make it around all the big feet when he hears that*
Lizzie: *looks toward the plant stand as well, then grins with surprise and heads toward the friends* Eh! Wot're yeh doin' 'ere?
Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Wondering why you weren't here.
John Wade/Six-Shooter: And having lunch.
Lizzie: *shrugs cheerfully* We left yeh all at 'ome. Didn' know nobody wos waitin' on us.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *as they go over to the table, to Lizzie* Did we get stuck in one of those Nexus time things, or were we really jumping on the couch that long?
Patrick Bramwell/Torch: You stopped to jump on a couch?
Lizzie: *grins and laughs* We jumped 'at long. *stops to check the seats to see where she should settle*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *grins, to Torch* Ja. We could finally get up on the big couch near the Sign
Lizzie: 'N lookit wot we found inside! *hand between buttons after undoing one. Is trying not to make Jester blush again*
Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *shakes his head a bit* This happens, and you go find a bigger couch to climb. I guess you really have been a puppet for too long.
Lizzie: *pauses after pulling out the credit card and holding it up, then glances sideways at Jester*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *distracted by Torch's teasing and didn't notice, which is probably a good thing*
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: Someone's credit card?
Lizzie: *blinks, and then grins* Nexus Gold, Tunneler. It's ours till it gits bored.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: She said it is some Nexus credit card that appears sometimes. *notes something* Where are Decapitron and Leech?
Patrick Bramwell/Torch: We don't know, and I'm not going to look. *bit of a grin*
Lizzie: *nods eagerly to what Jester said, then frowns slightly at what Patrick has said* 'N Pin'ead?
John Wade/Six-Shooter: Detoured to Miss Jaime's, but he's supposed to meet us here.
Lizzie: *tilts her head and looks somewhere else* ...Shade'll make sure 'e gits 'ere safe.
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: That's one reason we picked a spot where we could see the door. ...And we'd also noticed you hadn't arrived.
Lizzie: *sheepish grin, and then MUST give in and go hug Six-Shot from behind. Arms around neck. Looovve!*
John Wade/Six-Shooter: *just smiles, reaches to give one of her arms a pat, tho can't really hug back at that angle*
Lizzie: *happy with the pat, rests her chin on her arm that is around his neck* So wot'er yeh 'ere for? Lots 'o food at th' 'ouse.
John Wade/Six-Shooter: Hamburger and fries.
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: Music.
Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Not being stuck in the house the whole time.
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *at the door now, looking around for them*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *waves to him* Over here!
Lizzie: *looks from snuggling, then stands and waves too, once more grinning widely* Oi, Pin'ead!
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *waves back and heads over to the table*
Lizzie: *gives the big guy a hug when he comes in reach* Wottya want t' eat? Oi kin buy it for yeh.
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *a little puzzled* I thought we were having hamburgers? Like the commercial Six-Shooter saw. *hugs Lizzie back, very carefully*
Lizzie: *laughs* Commercial, eh? Dinoburgers?
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: It was on the television after the movie he was watching.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Dinoburgers?
Lizzie: *nods and laughs, then lets go of Pinhead and runs away into the forest of feet*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *listening to the music. Glances over at what he can see of the kareoke setup past giant legs and feet*
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *the pinpoint he'd thought to bring with him as a precaution starts making odd sounds* *fishes it out of a pocket, and soon figures out what's going on...* Text message from Blade. He's trying to give away some of the cake in the Nexus.
Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *just watches the crowd, a bit sullen. Whatever nap he got this morning, it really seems to have made his mood worse. Or maybe it was the discussion with Jester last night. At mention of the cake, though, just nods* Yeah, the sooner it's gone the better. *trying not to wish he had something alcoholic*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: That is kareoke, ja? *watches a moment longer* I am going to go try this... *slips off into the crowd*
Lizzie: *back a few moments later with four huge baskets of sweet potato and lotus root chips, and Spazz following after with a tray holding pink milkshakes*
Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *shakes head as he types up a return text for Blade, then looks up at this* I'll be back soon. I need to take some of the cake to Blade.
Lizzie: *bit of a pout to him, but then a sweet smile that says he's family and she loves him*
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *looking at the milkshakes* They're pink?
Spazz: *grins at Pinhead* Strawberry.
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *smile* I like strawberries. At least... I think I liked strawberries.
Lizzie: *nips a taste from one of the shakes, and then reaches out with her mind without realizing she's doing so and shares the flavour with Pinhead* 'Oo wants chips?
John Wade/Six-Shooter: *raises a hand*
Herman Strauss/Pinhead: I would like chips, please. And... could you leave some for Hans? He has gone to play with the music machine.