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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later

Lizzie: *hanging off Pinhead's back, since no one else is strong enough to carry her right now. Doesn't twitch as the house door is unlocked*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *a little shy and awkward about carrying a grown human woman piggyback, but since it's Lizzie... she's family, so that's ok?*

Lizzie: *mostly asleep with her face smooshed against his back and her arm. Today was busy, and fun*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *wishing he still had six arms, what with the results of taking that credit card to the Nexus Mall*

Shade: *walking along and trying to carry a package by its string. Head held high!*

Missy: *armload of stuff hides most of the cat from the front*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *trying to balance stack while finding doorknob which he can't see for packages*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *despite not currently being a puppet, managed to remember all their usual clothing sizes when they are puppets*

Lizzie: *startles a bit and peers over Pinhead's shoulder* Wha... Huh? Wot? Oh yeah. 'M 'uman. *sighs and hides face again for a moment*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *manages to get the door open*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *silent 'yay' at that as he looks for somewhere to put his armload of parcels down*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *as soon as he doesn't have an armload of packages, checks on Lizzie*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *to Lizzie, softly* Yes. We all are. Except the cats.

Lizzie: *yawns, and then hops down and stretches before rubbing a hand through her hair* Shoppin's 'ard work.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Well, normally there is not quite so much of it. *amused at the stacks of packages*

Lizzie: *looks into the hall* An' there's th' stuff as was delivered. *loves the Nexus Mail*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *looks back at the door briefly, wondering if they locked it before they left* *security concerns, yes*

Shade: -Mail goes where mail goes.- *trots inside, unconcerned*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I think we'd better hope we stay like this just long enough to get everything unpacked. *realizing how tricky some of it might be otherwise*

Missy: *quizzical look up at him as she sets down her huge stack of small and light packages* Being smaller shouldn't hold you back too much.

Lizzie: *snerk* It ain't the bein' smaller.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *chuckles and nods* A lot of these packages would outweigh me.

Shade: -Babies wooden people. Like Lizzie baby. Only soft middles.- *sits and tugs on the bow on his parcel*

Missy: Ohhhh.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Pinhead could still lift all the packages, but it would not be fair to make him do all the work.

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: You know I don't mind. *is used to being the one to do all the heavy lifting*

Lizzie: *suddenly staring at her stomach* Arter all that fried dough 'n pizza???

Lizzie stomach: *growls again*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *pats Lizzie on shoulder* I'll see about fixing dinner. *heads off to kitchen to see how well she remembers how to cook when the appliances are a size she can reach without massive amounts of climbing*

Lizzie: *remembers something she saw during a trip through a book shop* Mum, wait! *grabs the pizza shaped cookbook and goes to show it to her*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *pauses and looks back*

Lizzie: *shows pizza recipe book, which is totally the size and shape of a pizza*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *looks at the book, noting the whole wheat and gluten free crusts, and the interesting Italian recipes*

The guys: *find themselves left stuck putting things away. But hey, there are video games if they get done sometime semi-soon*

Missy: *has caught up to the other ladies and also looks up at the book* *surprised* A round book?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *looking at it* Didn't we already have pizza earlier? *smiling a bit, wondering if this just means Lizzie likes pizza*

Lizzie: *embarrassed* Oi jes' thought th' book was interestin'. *glances over her shoulder* Jes' loiks it, though.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *smiles* I'm sure he does. What would you like for dinner? *will put an arm around Lizzie and guide her into the kitchen to help*

Lizzie: Wait, Oi...

Missy: Have you ever tried a wine and rosemary rub on chicken?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *once they're safely out of earshot of the boys, to Missy, quietly* I'm not sure we have any wine in the house. *which might be for the best, with Patrick*

Missy: Hmmm. *fist to chin and other hand under her elbow as she thinks. Tail tip twitching...* *and then she's leaping into the air with a startled shriek as something jabbers and pounces her tail!*

Lizzie: Eeep!

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *startled, almost instinctively bracing herself against possible attack* ... ... *then realizes* Roach?

Roach: Hiya! :D

Lizzie: *facepalm* Oi, go play wit' th' boys.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *crouches down to be shorter and not spook the little phone* It's not polite to pounce on guests, dear.

Shade: *one of the guys who just popped in* -Oh. Baby.- *turns and goes back out*

Hans Seiderman/Jester and Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *jammed in the doorway now and looking a little sheepish at their hurried arrival*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *not far behind them, nearly ran into Pinhead* We can't all fit through a door at the same time like this.

Missy: *fur poofed, and breathing deeply* I'm alright.

Roach: *bewildered and upset at all the fuss that happened after he pounced. Will hide behind the nice lady who gave him his spoon*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *will reach and offer to pick the little guy up if he wants*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *to Torch* Well, we are used to checking out disturbances. Far better than ignoring them. *backing out, and getting the rest of the guys to leave too*

Roach: *issa phone in the lady's hand*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *gently pats little Roach, and heads off Jester before he can leave* Here, Roach... why don't you stay with Jester while we're cooking? *will hand the phonebot off to Jester*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *doesn't know how well this will work out, since Leech seems to be the only one the little phone has really warmed up to yet, but will nod and carefully accept him*

Lizzie: *back behind Leech* Wow. 'At'sa big chicken.

Missy: *sniffs and laughs* This is a turkey.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *thinks about it, nods half to herself. Turkey might be better. There were a lot of them, and guests too, and chickens seemed smaller than she remembered*

Roach: *meanwhile, he's making a smiley on his screen at the man holding him*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *smiles back at the little screen as he heads back to the others and all the packages*