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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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Scott: *shrugs* Less nightmares?
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I would hope so... None of us are sleeping very well, now that we can.
Scott: *big hand on Jester's shoulder again, but then cocks his head* I think one of your friends just found out why eating too much chocolate's a bad thing.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *puzzled* It is?
Scott: *chuckle* He's got a headrush.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *still looks a little confused* From chocolates?
Scott: *nods* Some people can't handle the sugar and caffeine.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I suppose not.
Scott: But anyway. Yeah. Sometimes you really have to stop and look to know who's alive and what isn't. People who saw me under the light of a sun wouldn't peg me for a person.
Jester: *confused by that, wondering if it would be poor manners to ask. He could see people, in his own world, maybe thinking such because of Scott's appearance, but what would the sun have to do with it*
Scott: *sees Jester's expression* I'm half gargoyle. Did you ever see that show?
Hans Seiderman/Jester: If I am thinking of the right one, ja, I think so.
Scott: Yeah, so I turn to stone in the light of the sun.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: That must be inconveniant
Scott: *nods* I'm the product of couch gas and time hopping- my dad's a genetically engineered X gene positive human being. *slight, rueful smile* That means that I sleep normally... and that I could be wide awake and trapped as a chunk of rock. I couldn't take it, so I came here, where there isn't any sun.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: I do not blame you. That sounds very uncomfortable. *briefly thinks of what it might have been like being awake during the decades they were locked in their puppet case and hidden in the walls of the hotel... and decides he doesn't want to think of that again*
Scott: *slightly spooked look. Evidently caught a bit of that thought* *but then he brightens and chuckles* Here comes Lizzie.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *looks behind him through the doorway*
Lizzie: *comes into sight a couple moments later, grinning* Yeh standin' out 'ere all noit, Jes'?
Scott: *eyes flick between the transformed doll and the transformed puppet, and his brows jerk with surprise. But then he's hiding a grin again*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ah, probably not. I was just talking to one of our neighbors. *slight grin as he adds* He wanted to know if we wanted the streamers back.
Lizzie: *laughs so hard that she doubles over a bit* Should 'o known we weren't pullin' anythin' over on Scott.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *laughs as well, just had to share the 'we got busted' moment*
Lizzie: *gives him a big hug, and then looks up at the being on the doorstep without letting go. Cheeky grin*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a blush at being hugged in front of someone who isn't close family, but smiles and hugs back*
Scott: *grins behind his hand* I should get going. I can hear Lizzie wants to sleep.
Lizzie: *cheerfully* Thrrpt.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: It was nice meeting you. *frees up a hand to shake*
Scott: *big, clawed hand gently engulfs his and gives it a careful squeeze and shake* Yeah, likewise. Maybe someday we can get together at the Dog sometime. After your stuff's done.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: We shall have to see.
Scott: *nods, then gives Lizzie a gentle poke that makes her squeak indignantly, and turns to walk off across the front yards to his place, pausing only to wave as he walks past the other inhabited unit*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *trying to think of where Lizzie can sleep, and realizing he'll have to sleep alone tonight, it just wouldn't be proper to share the bed when they're human* I think... you could sleep in my room tonight, and I will take the sleeping bag downstairs and sleep there.
Lizzie: *fluffs up like an indignant little hen and lets go of him to put hands on her hips* Oi'll be normal by midnight.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *chuckles* But will you still be awake by midnight..? *Then he sees a clock. He hadn't realized it was quite that late. Winter meant early nights, and he'd thought it couldn't be any later than eight. But the Nexus didn't always follow those rules, even if he had any way other than recent snow to be certain it was really still winter. It felt like it had been winter for a very long time.*
Lizzie: Oi ain't leavin' yeh alone teh 'ave noitmares.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Well... then we had best both stay awake until past midnight.
Lizzie: *relaxes* Yeah. *back over to lean against him*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *hugs her, looks like there's something he wants to say but doesn't quite dare to.*
Lizzie: *nuzzles her face against his shirt and cuddles, the same way she does when she's a doll. Only she's causing a warm spot this time, due to breath*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just lets her. Is just a little scared that this is something they're not supposed to do. Quietly* I love you, Lizzie.
Lizzie: *soft gasp against his chest, and then her arms are squeezing him as hard as she can*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *kind of wishes she wasn't hugging quite so tightly, but hugs back and wonders just how wrong this is*
Lizzie: *then lets go the hug and steps back. Earnestly* Oi guess bein' squishy ain' all bad. Yeh smell pretty good.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *Just turns a bit pink again, as he thinks of Six-Shooter dragging him over to the cologne sample counter earlier that evening.*
Lizzie: *then acks as something softly shining buzzes past* Yeh left th' door open 'n a fairy got in!
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *blinks, briefly distracted by the fairy. He can't keep all the fae types here straight, and isn't sure he should make any assumptions about this one or what it coming in might mean*
Lizzie: *grabs a nearby flier, rolls it up, and goes after the gleefully laughing little flower dressed boy* Git outta 'ere yeh daft punk!
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *watches this, not all that sure about chasing anything fae around as if you're going to swat them. Wonders if they could be bribed or lured out with a bit of cake*
Lizzie: *and the flier connects!* Hah!
fairy: *flies out the door* Eeeeeee!
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *closes the door. With concern* ...And there will be no unpleasant repercussions from this?
Lizzie: From a fairy? *snort* 'E might heckle us, but 'e knows 'e wos trespassin'
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Well, I am still new at trying to understand all these different types of fae.
Lizzie: Roit. *checks door lock, and then reaches for his hand with a chuckle* Pixies moit even buy us a drink fer 'at.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Would it be safe? *remembers bits of stories about 'fairy' food not being so*
Lizzie: Oh yeah. Pixies're fine. Honest lil' blighters, if yeh kin take th' BS.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *it's all still too confusing, and it's been a long day* Well, we have two hours until midnight. Is there anything else you want to do?
Lizzie: Yeh never drunk 'at soda pop.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *looks confused as he tries to remember what she's talking about* I think it's still in my room.
Lizzie: *slight teasing grin that's accented by the red tinted lip balm Leech let her try a bit of* Well Oi never took it.
Hans Seiderman/Jester: Then, unless someone else did, it should still be there.
Lizzie: Yeh need anythin' else before we go down? *tugs his hand, trying to lead him out of the front hall and over into the kitchen*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *is tugged along* Not after dinner, I think. Though we should get glasses.
Lizzie: Roit... Ladies don't drink from th' bottle. *drops his hand and heads for the cupboard*
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *had actually been thinking that it might not be proper for them both to drink from the same bottle. Lizzie's words remind him of Dana Hadley's drinking habits the night she'd died. Dana had, by her own admission, been no lady.*
Lizzie: *meeps as she opens the cupboard and a carefully rolled and positioned towel unfurls over her head* Wot th'...!
Hans Seiderman/Jester: *on guard the second he sees something unexpected pop out of a cabinet, one hand halfway to the selection of kitchen knives before he sees it's just a towel and laughs. Laughter is more than half out of relief*