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: *decides to just pick another VNV Nation song at random, going so far as to close his eyes as he makes the selection...*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: Dinosaur tastes good.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *joking* Maybe that's part of why they're extinct.

Lizzie: *still leaning over Pinhead's shoulder* 'Oo says 'ey're extinct?

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *now very confused*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Well, they are for our world. *irritated at having to add that. One can't count on anything to be 'normal' here.*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *when the song comes up as Rubicon, almost goes a little pale, but...* "Praying for myself. These thoughts I try to hide. I have faith in me and hope this will survive."

Lizzie: *thoughtful* Yeah, th' ones 'round 'ere's mostly bots anyway. *then looks toward the stage and shivers slightly*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Robots don't count when it comes to determining if an organic species is extinct.

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *peeks in burger* This is made from robots?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "But it's tearing me apart, I can't hear the words by which I guide. So I must ask again, who will carry me."

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *chuckles and pats Pinhead on a shoulder* I think it'd be a lot crunchier if it was.

Lizzie: *deep breath* 'Scuse me. *heads off between the feet to go to the stage*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *puzzled look as she leaves*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "I can not deny that nothing can defend from the helplessness that's cutting deep inside. And I can't prevent the thought that nothing's real. Seems I've waited years for this day to end."

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *just listens, sullen again*

Shade: *there at the table now* -Kitty food?-

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *looks down at Shade* There's dinosaur, but I'm not sure it's not made from robots. *has managed to get confused about that*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *since he has extra egg on his burger, has no problem pulling some off for Shade*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *just silently sipping at his milkshake. And hating that it's a milkshake*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "The strength I need to feel, the pride inside of me, are not there behind the face staring back at me. The anger and the pain of knowing where I am, I have come so far and I cannot return."

Shade: *looks at Pinhead* -No. Not botburgers. From dino-farm.- *shows him an image of the dinos peacefully chomping jungle*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *chuckles at the funny picture-in-head thing*

Shade: *purrs thank you to Six-Shooter. Doesn't even look at the burgers that no one's taken yet*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *back, and heads over to the table, pausing when he notes what Jester's singing*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "Nothing I can do that I have not done. No words I can say. No truth left that I can see. So must I let this end, and everything fall apart... before I live my life as I have always done?"

Shade: *looks toward the song, his expression thoughtful as he noms on egg*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "Tell me what to do so I do nothing wrong. Something I can hope for. Something real that I can see."

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *just sets the milkshake aside*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "So nothing falls apart. So this does not end. I cannot return. I can't start again."

Shade: *bit of a kitty wibble and slips away again*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *looks like he's gone from a sullen sulk to thinking about something*

Lizzie: *is back, her face slightly puffy as she settles back in her seat and reaches for a burger*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "Nothing to deny, nothing to defend, from the helplessness, it's cutting me so deep inside. And I can't prevent the thought that's nothing's real. It seems I'm waiting years for this day to end."

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *all worry again*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *frowns at the state Lizzie's in* Lizzie? What's happened?

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: She's been like that since Hans started singing...

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *mutters* Boy's daft for picking a song like that anyway...

Lizzie: *quietly* Oi'm alright. *bites pepper pickle* *GRIMACE*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *arrives at the Black Dog. Is thinking about getting Torch out for a private chat*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "Praying for myself. These thoughts I try to hide. I have faith in me and hope this will survive."

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: You don't look all right, Liz.

Konrad Hess/Blade: *takes him a moment to spot the right table... hasn't seen this many big feet in a crowd since the last comic convention they went to with Rick, and he'd spent most of that under a table, annoyed by that big yellow bow*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "But it's tearing me apart. I can't hear the words by which I guide, so I must ask again, who will carry me."

Lizzie: *softly, as she points to the kosher burger and milkless shake* That's yers, Tunneler. Oi jes' ordered fer ever'body.

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *worried about Lizzie's state and Torch's apparent mood, not to mention the uncharacteristically depressing song that Jester's singing. Doesn't even ask if the food is kosher as he sits down. Just nods*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *goes over to the table, to Torch* We need to talk.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *sighs* Yes... we do. *leaves the last third of that huge burger and gets up*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "Nothing I can do that I have not done. No words I can say. No truth left that I can see.
So must I let this end, and everything fall apart, before I live my life as I have always done?"

Lizzie: *watches Torch go, and then turns back to Tunneler* Oi'm alright. Jes' somethin' hittin' my wibble button. *tiny bit of a smirk, though her eyes are still glistening*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "Tell me what to do so I do nothing wrong. Something I can hope for. Something real that I can see. So nothing falls apart. So this does not end. I cannot return. I can't start again."

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *serious* You're sure?

Lizzie: *winces at those last lyrics, but nods firmly* Oi'm sure.