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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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Hans Seiderman/Jester: *barely blinks at what the guy looks like, partly because he saw him before, and partly because he's seen a lot of weird things and not just in the Nexus* Ah, thank you.
Scott: *smiles without showing his teeth* You're welcome. How's Lizzie? She was a lot bigger than when I saw her last.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile* That is supposed to wear off at midnight. She's helping with the dishes, would you like me to get her?
Scott: *chuckles* Nah. I can see her and Shade any time. No need for me to get told off for interrupting her doing something important. *points to the end unit of the complex with one wing finger* That's my place.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *oh, hey, that place. Remembers what they did to the fence over there... not that he's going to show any outward reaction to the memory. Let's face it, if he couldn't keep a secret when he thought it necessary, he would have died a lot sooner than he did* Ah, so that makes us neighbors, then. At least for now.
Scott: *quizzical quirk of one horned brow* You guys are moving on?
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *slight shrug* We don't know yet. There are some things we have to take care of back where we came from.
Scott: *understanding shows on his scaly mug* Ahhh. Yeah, better to take things as they come in cases like that.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods* If you plan too much, things will get in the way every time. Moreso when things are so... uncertain yet.
Scott: *nods agreement* And how. Oh, do you guys want those streamers back? *hadn't even seemed to be home that night they decorated the fence*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *oh so busted. Slightly embarrassed look, though it's hard to say if he's embarrassed over the prank, or embarrassed at being caught* Ah, no.
Scott: *hand in front of his mouth as he grins* Great. So I don't need to buy any, then. Thanks.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Unless you plan to decorate the fence while we are gone. *is kidding* But you are welcome to them. *after a second, can't resist asking* How did you know...
Scott: *grin nearly gets past his hand, and his golden eyes are crinkled with it* I could hear some of Lizzie's side of the conversation, and then she was thinking about when you guys did it today when she was throwing stuff at me at the mall.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinks about that, and nods* Others cannot normally hear us, or could not in our own world, but it is not the same for her. It is easy to forget that there are also many here who can hear us sometimes as well.
Scott: My dad would probably be able to hear you guys when you were normal. He can hear a lot of things I can't.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: It is hard to say. Even the the psychics we have met in our own world would have trouble hearing us. It is like... if telepathy was radio, we are on our own channel, ja? But then, I do not think any we met were truely telepathic... the closest was a channeler.
Scott: *nods* And Dad's nearly as strong as Charlie, but he's on a slightly different wavelength. He can even connect with cybernetic people sometimes.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I am not sure how we would classify sometimes. *adds, jokingly* Haunted toys?
Scott: *chuckles* Well, I can tell you the official Traveller term for guys of your general type, though we haven't run into many of your subtype.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *curious look at that*
Scott: *voice kindly* You guys are remnants. Most the ones we run into are mental echoes of strong telepaths, but we've seen a few other types too.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods, expression a bit serious for a moment*
Scott: *gives him a very gentle slap on the shoulder* You guys are a lot easier to be around than that Chucky SOB.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *blinkblink, snerk* I've seen those movies. And if I ever run into him around here, I may have to do something very nasty to him.
Scott: There's not a Traveller I know who would stop you. He may be a living being, but taking him out saves lives.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a nod at that, part of him feelnig troubled at the thought that, in a case like that, they probably would resort to killing again. It's something he sometimes wishes they could leave behind them, even when he knows there are some times when, well...* Ja, we have known ones like that before.
Scott: *sadly* Seems like such a waste. I've seen their thinking and reasoning, and I still don't understand how people can think hurting and killing other people is fun.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: It is because they do not see them as people. They are... tools, or obstacles. Something to be amused by while they are useful, and to be pleased when they are removed. *there's a flicker of mixed anger and disgust in his expression* As I said, we have known ones like that before.
Scott: *nods* Don't get me wrong. I'm a predator myself. I need fresh raw meat to survive. But the only time killing's ever fun is if the guys at the rat pits need one of the big mean ones taken down. *slight, rueful smile* And it's the fight and the dinner that are the fun parts.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: There are times I have found it necessary. But... the only times I have found it 'fun', I like to think it was not really me that felt that way.
Scott: From the stuff I'm getting from you without looking, I think I agree with that. *looks down at his tail as it lashes slowly across the walk, gathering remnants of falling leaves into ridges*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: ... ... Well, except for totems. *had to amend there, because, really, there had been a few times over the last decade when those were almost funny, despite still being wickedly dangerous*
Scott: Does it count as killing when something's not alive?
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a shrug* I'm not even sure where to draw the line any more
Scott: *points to a toy robot rolling past on the sidewalk, with its small controller behind it* Not alive. *points to the little techno fae child* Alive.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile, but says softly* And things like us... somewhere in the middle?
Scott: *also quietly, his own smile fading* Charlie defines it as anybody who can reproduce in some way, who wants to reproduce in some way, or who is a remnant of somebody who might have been able to reproduce in some way.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinks that over, then there's a brief chuckle* Which would be the opposite around from what I've been thinking. *since by that definition, he would be alive - or at least was, and Lizzie wouldn't. Dolls didn't have babies that he knew of, even in this place*
Scott: Really? *curious look*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I would never have thought of Lizzie as not being alive, but I have never heard of a doll having a baby. As for myself... Sometimes I do not know. I am alive, but at the same time... my life ended a long time ago.
Scott: Ohhh. Right. I forgot that category. She's alive. I... 'm not sure how to explain it. But it's got something to do with being sparked by Guardian Fae life force. It's the Fae's life. But she's alive. *scratches head and looks like said head hurts slightly* And she's a memory of the little girl who owned her, too. So that kind of makes her a Remnant.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Until this place, and meeting her, none of us had seen anything like what we became, except for, well... very ancient Egyptians... and abominations. And she is not that. It is normal for her to be a doll. It isn't something that was done to her, it is what she is.
Scott: Toys are special things. In some realities it doesn't take much for them to start taking on a life of their own. Lizzie's never brought you to the Down Side, huh?
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile* In our world, that only happens in children's stories. And... no, she has not.
Scott: Yeah, but someplace, every story is true. *chuckles* That's the pixie and doll bar under the floor of the Black Dog.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: ... A bar for dolls? *is a bit stunned at the thought that there would be enough of them for that*
Scott: Yup.