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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*

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Elsa Toulon/Leech: *once they're in there, will wet a washcloth and try to clean poor Lizzie's face*

Lizzie: *squeaks and flails slightly, just like she does in response to face washes in her usual form. But also wobbles on her boots this time*

something: *skitters in the bathtub behind the shower door*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *slight hiss and immediately on guard*

Lizzie: *looks toward the skitter with a frown*

Shade: *calmly, to both of them* -Shade's new baby.-

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *relaxes with a sigh*

Lizzie: *facepalms* Wonder wot sort 'o crawly he's brought in this time.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: I have no idea... for a moment, I thought it was either a Totem or a rat. *opens the shower door just enough to peek*

Nokia flip phone: *just laying there near the drain*

Lizzie: Could be a rat, knowin' 'im.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *just looks at this, a little suspicious for a moment, then closes the shower door* It's some sort of tiny phone... I think.

Lizzie: *rubs her face with her hands, then studies the hands with a frown*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *checks to make sure Lizzie's hands are reasonably clean, while she still has that washcloth*

Lizzie: *still had a few black streaks, and now she's got smudges on her face*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *sighs, rinses out the washcloth, and starts all over*

Lizzie: Bbblech. Wwwot?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: You don't want to go out with a streaky face, do you?

Lizzie: Nnno!

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *when she gets all the streaks off* There...

Lizzie: *gasps for breath, and then offers her hands* My feet don' feel right.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: It's probably those boots. I thought they looked like trouble... *though she'd once worn lace up 'granny boots' herself, they hadn't had heels like this*

Lizzie: *looks at her feet* ...They look loik my regular boots.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Yes, but those were painted on.

Lizzie: *winces as she moves one foot* *soft grunt of discomfort* Wot...

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Oh dear... *will try to remove that boot*

Lizzie: *watches with wonder as the long zipper is unfastened, and then squeaks and winces again as the boot is removed from her tiny, plump, and quite bruised foot*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *concerned frown at this, sticks her head out the bathroom door* Tunneler? Could you get André? I think Lizzie's been injured by those horrible boots she was wearing.

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *nods and will go to find Decapitron*

Lizzie: *wriggles foot and then frowns as a toe goes through a hole in the fishnet stockings she's got on*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *will remove the other boot too, just in case*

Lizzie: *actually yelps softly as that one comes off. Her arch is lividly purple*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Well, I doubt you'll be going shopping like that...

André Toulon/Decapitron: *from outside the door* Elsa? Lizzie? Are you decent?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Enough for family...

Lizzie: But Oi gotta. Oi can't wear this junk.

André Toulon/Decapitron: *comes in and frowns at the bruises, kneels nearby to assess the damage*

Lizzie: *wibbles at him, blushing sheepishly at her predicament* They don't smell, do they?

André Toulon/Decapitron: No, but you have some rather severe bruises and a sprained arch. ... I'm not sure we have a first aid kit, I'll have to look for something to wrap it. And it would be best if she stayed off her feet.

Shade: -Got kit. Rhinox bring.-

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *sighs* I should have taken those boots off her from the start.

André Toulon/Decapitron: I'll be right back, then... *gives Leech a kiss on the cheek and goes to get that kit*

Lizzie: *big wibbling. Has no idea what Opa's words about her feet mean*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *notices the toe poking through the fishnets* Perhaps we should remove these too... *picking at them in an attempt to untangle toes*

Lizzie: *squeaks and flinches, then gives Leech a wide-eyed look as she tries to figure out what that strange and not happy sensation was*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Sorry... are you ticklish?

Lizzie: ...Wot's 'at feel loik?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *realises her goof* You wouldn't know if you were... and it might be best we don't find out right now. But we should get those off before André returns. He can't bind your foot up over top of them.

Lizzie: Alroit... *lifts the hem of the shirt, and then her skirt* *amazement* They're roit over me bloomin' arse.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Yes... I always thought garters were actually more convenient than the newer 'panty hose'. Susan had a few pair, but almost never wore the things. And they... weren't like this. *she can't imagine Susan in fishnets*

Lizzie: *stands and pulls her skirts right up, showing Leech her comfy blue little boy boonies with the happy face on the butt. Works to get the fishnets off without taking down the boonies*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *since they're both girls in here at the moment, doesn't mind the underwear*

Lizzie: *socks down, settles skirts carefully, and squeaks as the mini skirt slides right off too* Wot the...

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *is a little startled by that...and then a knock at the door* We're not decent at the moment

Lizzie: *drops the skirt and settles the skirt of the shirt more firmly, then sits back down and gets the socks off the rest, wincing again as she tugs it free of her toe* Am Oi now?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *nods, to Decapitron...she's pretty sure it's him out there* All right.

André Toulon/Decapitron: *comes back in with the first aid kit*

Lizzie: *wriggling toes and wincing* Oi think Oi know what "'urts" means, now.

André Toulon/Decapitron: I'd imagine you do... *has kit open and starts tending to Lizzie's feet*

Lizzie: *wince wince wince. Wibble*

tub: *sly little scratchy sounds*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *pauses, combat-tense... but not to the level Leech had been before*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: It looked like some sort of phone, but it sounds like it's moving in there...

Lizzie: *absently* Prob'ly Cybertronain.

André Toulon/Decapitron: *back to tending Lizzie's feet*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *puts an arm around Lizzie in a half-hug*

Lizzie: *looks for the hanky and finds it, then wipes her nose and her eyes* Leakin' all over...

Elsa Toulon/Leech: It's understandable, dear. You're upset and hurt.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *outside the door* Hullo? Is... I heard Lizzie was hurt... *not trying to come in. Just worrying much*

Lizzie: *whisper of a sob against Leech's side, but then she's lifting her head and looking toward the door with a wibble* Oim alright, Jes'. *soft yelp then as Decapitron puts light pressure on her arch*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: That didn't sound all right.

Lizzie: *hands over mouth now as she screws her face up*

André Toulon/Decapitron: She has a few bruises and a sprained arch, Jester. It's nothing serious.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *doesn't answer... but settles down to one side of the door, listening in out of concern*

Lizzie: *is now going to hide her face on Leech* Oi think Oi know what pain is, Mum. 'N Oi dun loik it!

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *just hugs her* No one does, dear... *well, except masochists, but she's not going to mention that*

Lizzie: *sighs, and then turns her head to see a tiny face peeking at her around the tub door* *hushed* Mum, look.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *moving as little, and as slowly as possible, tries to peek over there*

face: *tips up to look back at her. Is indeed a tiny Transformer with beady blue eyes*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *will just give the tiny face a friendly smile before turning her attention back to Lizzie*

Lizzie: *tiny chuckle* Looks loik a tiny Blackout.

André Toulon/Decapitron: *finished binding up the injuries* There...

tub bot: *scraping sound as he startles and slides back down*

Lizzie: *startles at the sounds*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *glances from that to Decapitron*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *nods* I'll warn the others about the new resident. We don't need any unfortunate incidents because someone thinks they heard a Totem in the bath.

Lizzie: Shade'll prob'ly 'ave 'im outta there soon. *moves toes and sighs* Now what, Mum?

André Toulon/Decapitron: *gets up to go warn the others about the tiny phonebot... and smiles slightly when he sees Jester 'guarding' by the door*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Well, like André said, you should stay off that foot, so we'll have to figure out some other way besides a shopping trip to get you something to wear until this is over.

Lizzie: *square little chin sets with stubbornness* Oi could git a crutch or somethin'.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: I was thinking of seeing if Pinhead could put you to bed... but it would likely embarrass him greatly.

Lizzie: Bed?? *dark eyes wide with protest*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *bit of a smile, remembers how much she hated being coddled and protected when younger... before she'd eloped after being kidnapped by mummified cultists* Or we could try to find you a crutch. The injuries aren't severe... so I can't imagine there'd still be damage when you change back.

Lizzie: *perks, and then turns her head toward the door* *drops voice* M'Oi decent now?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *gives her a glance* Enough for family... *adds quietly* but expect the boys to be a little embarrassed anyway. They're not really used to you looking like this, after all.

Lizzie: *wibbles, her eyes filling* Decent enough t' 'ug Jes'?

Shade: *has brought Lizzie's corset to the door and offered it to Jester*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *holding back the urge to giggle at the thought of poor Jester's reaction* I'm not sure how he'd take that, but... there's no real harm in trying.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *from outside the door, feeling perplexed and awkward* Is there some reason Shade just brought me women's underwear? Leather women's underwear?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *has to sit on the bathroom floor for a moment, laughing* They're Lizzie's...

Door: *opens just enough for Jester to stick a hand in and offer the perplexing garment*

Lizzie: 'At ain't underwear, Jes', ye daft...

Hans Seiderman/Jester: It's either that, or steampunk gear.

Lizzie: Nope. LARP. *leans down and reaches for the corset vest*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *will help her with it as needed*

Lizzie: ...We gotta unlace th' back, right?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *nods*

Lizzie: *sets to work trying to do that. Is very awkward with her fingers*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *is a little better at that, from old memory* I so used to hate these things... Though this one does look different

Lizzie: *looks up with dismay* Wot for?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Well, the ones I wore when I was younger, for undergarments. They were uncomfortable, for one thing. *checks for boning and stays* This one doesn't look like it would be, however.

Lizzie: *relaxes a bit* Shade wouldn' do anythin' 'at'd 'urt me.

Shade: *now trying to lick Jester's face*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *squirming a bit as he gets licked, then wonders* Why can't Shade do something about Lizzie being hurt?

Shade: *softly, to just him* -Lizzie baby not want.-

Lizzie: *squares her jaw and picks at the last bits of lacing*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *doesn't get why, and just worries*

Shade: *softly* -Her wants to learn.-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *still worries about her... at least they mostly remembered being like this. Well, past those first few moments of shock... most of it had come back quickly enough*

Shade: *kisses his nose* -Us protect Lizzie baby.-

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *once they've gotten it unlaced, will help Lizzie get the corset on*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just nods*

Lizzie: *pulls down shirt once corset is on and loosely laced, then turns so that Leech can easily reach the laces* *and then she stops and frowns and adjusts the bumpy part of her anatomy so that it's where it's supposed to be in the corset*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *will handle lacing it up for her once she's ready... but not too tightly*

Lizzie: *feels her tying it when done and inhales* *lifts brows* ...Oi loik how it feels.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *bit of a smile, then gets beside her* Here, you'll have to lean on me for a bit... we'll get to a chair or something until someone can find you a crutch.

Lizzie: *stands, wincing, and then goes wide-eyed with amazement as her stomach growls* Wot the...?!

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *giggle* I think we'll need to see if we can make it to the kitchen... *opens the door and spots Jester sitting next to it*

Lizzie: Jes'! *firms chin, but it trembles anyway*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Lizzie! *Shade will find himself deposited on the floor as Jester stands up*

Shade: *scoots out of the way. That is to say, he teleports into the tub to see his new baby*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *to Jester* Perhaps you could help her to the kitchen while I see if I can find a crutch..? *playing matchmaker? her? what gives you that idea?*

Lizzie: *arms out in her usual way, asking Jester to take her*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns more than a bit pink, but nods and tries to take Leech's place in supporting Lizzie*

Lizzie: *going to glomp you hard, Jester. And hide her face against your chest*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *probably can't turn any more pink* Lizzie...

Lizzie: *muffled and tearful* Wot?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: ... ... *not sure how to even start to explain how confusing this is now* You're squeezing a little hard.

Lizzie: *loosens her grip, but doesn't move otherwise*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *awkward about it, but sighs and carefully hugs back* Why do this?

Lizzie: *lifts head to stare at him, her face flushed and tear streaked* Oi always do this.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Nein... I mean... *sigh* We should get to the kitchen... *is totally confused and worried, but can see that Lizzie still thinks like a doll*

Lizzie: Alright. *lets go the hug*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *will move to support her so she can hop, and they can make their way to the kitchen*

Lizzie: *hobbles, using her strained foot very lightly and leaning against Jester as told* Can't say Oi look loik a kid now.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *heh* No, but... you still shouldn't have to do this. You... don't know how to be like this.

Lizzie: *frowns up at him* Oi know Oi don't. 'At's why Oim doin' it.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *encounters stairs, considering the best way up those* But why? Is this really something you want to know?

Lizzie: *looks around for Shade, her jaw squaring* Yeah, it is.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: But why? Lizzie... this is too much to learn this way, and we cannot help you with all of it. There are things we learn as babies, that are too much instinct and... *frowns at the steps* I think perhaps if we sit and go up the stairs backwards? *being all scoldy because he's very worried*

Lizzie: *shrugs off the first questions and considers the last one* ...Kin Oi do that in this? *indicates clothes*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ah.. no, better not. We'll just have to take them slow.

Shade: *tells Jester some coordinates*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ah, Pinpoint... *fishes in his pocket for it, and sets the coordinates*

Lizzie: *perk* Yeh know th' coordinates?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Shade told me... unless those are to somewhere else.

Lizzie: Compare 'em teh our usual spot. *there in the basement at their chair, she means*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *does so and nods* Ready?

Lizzie: Yup. *knows nothing of bracing herself*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *presses button*

Lizzie: *clinging to him when they appear* Oi gotta pee!

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *eyes go wide* *goes to help her to the bathroom, calling as he goes* Shade! Is Leech back? *there are some things it just is not proper for him to help with*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *had just returned, and hears this, tries to hurry to Jester's location*

Lizzie: *hurriedly* Don't need nobody teh hold my hand! *in through the door, slam! ...Sound of water running*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *on other side of door* Well, I'm relieved you don't have to learn everything... *though really wondering how she'd know that*

Lizzie: Vi explained all this... *toilet flush. ...And then again*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja, but there is explaining, and there is... actually knowing... *trails off, is not going to discuss potty training with Lizzie*

Lizzie: *third curious flush* She also said not teh talk about it wicher old fashioned nutters. *flush*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *manages a giggle at that* I think she might have been right about that... *has noticed poor Jester's state at this point*

Lizzie: *flush! And then the sound of the sink running and a startled yelp before there's the sound of a bar of soap hitting the door*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bites back on asking what she's doing in there... doesn't really want an answer*

Lizzie: *mutters as she chases the soap around the floor, and then there's a yell and the sound of a Lizzie butt hitting the floor* Owwww. Rot!

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Lizzie, do you need help?

Lizzie: *tearful* Yeah.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *goes in the bathroom to help Lizzie*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *doesn't look in direction of the door*

Lizzie: *floor is very wet, and she's sitting on it and looking surprised and miffed* *gives Leech an embarrassed and angry look*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *being careful of the wet so she doesn't slip, and will try to help Lizzie up* What happened?

Lizzie: Wos washin' m' 'ands 'n th' soap went flyin'. *skid skids a little, but gains her feet. Butt and bandages wet*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: And all the water is from that?

Lizzie: *sheepish* Yup.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *had been suspicious she'd done something to the toilet, given the repeated flushing heard* *will find the soap, and help Lizzie to the sink if she needs to finish washing up*

Lizzie: *washes hands carefully, then notices her reflection in the mirror and stares*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *just lets her stare, knows it must be a shock*

Lizzie: *works her jaw, frowns, lifts her eyebrows with surprise at that and then does it again. Moves her mouth, and then glances around for a towel and dries her hands before poking her face and pushing her tousled hair away from it* *square jaw, pug nose, small mouth. She still looks like a doll*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *a faint chuckle as she watches this*

Lizzie: *then those intelligent eyes that look older than her face are flicking over toward that chuckle, and back to her own face. More frown*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: I'm sorry, dear. It must be so strange for you...

Lizzie: *shrugs slightly. Then, abruptly* M'Oi pretty? *thinks Leech is pretty, even as a human, and can see she doesn't look much like Leech*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Of course you are.

Lizzie: *frowns* 'Re you?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: I'd like to think so. *is a little puzzled at this line of questioning*

Lizzie: *satisfied* Oi think yeh are, too. *looks at her again* But Oi don't look like you.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: No two people look exactly alike... except for twins. People can look very different and still be pretty.

Lizzie: Alright... *looks down at the floor and scowls*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Will you at least let Shade wish you dry? And the floor?

Lizzie: *snerks* Think th' floor's too big fer 'im. But I saw a jar 'o wishes on th' windowsill in front 'o th' kitchen sink.

Shade: *arrives then, his new little one riding on him like a horse* Mrrw?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Well, lets go see to that, then, shall we?

Lizzie: *nods and turns toward the door, leaning against Leech*

Shade: *sniffsniff water on floor, then offloads the little bot before trotting inside and rolling around in the puddle*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just stares at that through the now-open door and shakes his head before heading to the kitchen with Leech and Lizzie*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *will look for the jar of wishes*

Lizzie: Meep! *butt isn't wet anymore*

*apparently Eggos are the breakfast of the day... most of them had seen Rick make waffles, but not ones that went in a toaster... still, the directions are easy enough*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *worried look at Lizzie before he goes back to putting syrup on his*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *just stares and shakes his head*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *trying not to stare, this whole mess is more than awkward enough for him without this new problem*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *trying to act like nothing's wrong, partly to reassure the others*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *almost chokes on his soda*

Lizzie: *sees the looks and hangs her head*

phone bot: *quiet jabber from where he's peeking into the room*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *had already warned the others about the little phone bot, knows that many of the others are slow and fuzzy because they didn't sleep well, and the early wake up didn't help*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *waves hi to it*

phone bot: *hide!*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *Well, with Lizzie dry, will just see about helping her to a chair, and a plate of Eggos.*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *trying to help, will pull out a chair for her*

Lizzie: *settles in the chair, then lifts a hand to point at the pint jar on the window sill and its softly glowing and floating contents*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *nods* Yes, but since you're dry, dear, I think I'll clean up the bathroom the normal way after we've had breakfast.

André Toulon/Decapitron: *pulls out a chair for Leech*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *finds a seat as well*

Lizzie: *quietly, without looking up* Foot's still wet.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *nods, and instead of taking her seat goes for the jar, then... after retrieving one of the wishes she'll wish the mess - and any wet results - cleaned up*

Shade: -Hey!-

phone bot: *little laugh at the verbal protest that accompanied Shade's yelp*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *will just go to the table now... Shade would just have to learn to live with not tracking wet mess all over the house*

Shade: *is the sound of the sink running in the bathroom*

phone bot: *issa SCOOT to behind the fridge*

Lizzie: *is silence studying her waffles*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *sighs at the sound of the sink* Shade's determined to be a wet cat this morning...

Lizzie: *blinks* 'E bathes.

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *worried, to Lizzie* Are you ok, Lizzie? *trying to be helpful* Those are waffles. They're food.

Lizzie: *wibbles and nods* Oi know.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *seriously thinking of going right back to bed after breakfast*

Lizzie: *reaches for her fork and knife, then looks at them too. Hadn't realized her family would be so displeased (she thinks) with her experiment*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Did anyone except Pinhead and Tunneler manage to get any sleep?

Lizzie: *quietly* Jes' did. 'N Blade.

Konrad Hess/Blade: *slight smile* Not much... *had had nightmares later*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *doesn't comment*

Lizzie: *starts to reach for Blade, but then takes her hand back and looks down again*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *questioning look at Lizzie, wondering what she wanted. Then it dawns on him she probably planned to hug. Now that's awkward... Picks at his Eggos with his fork instead of thinking about it*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *even as tired as he is, the silence at the table is bothering him... he knows it's the whole situation and the lack of sleep on top of it* Well, we could always have a competition for who had the worst or weirdest nightmares...

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Why do I think you said that because you're sure you'd win?

Konrad Hess/Blade: *bit of a chuckle at that*

Lizzie: *peek of concern at all of them*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Actually, I don't remember most of it.

John Wade/Six-Shooter: I think Elsa should win by default. She's the only one who woke any of the rest of us up.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: I am sorry about that.

Lizzie: Meh. Opa made it better.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *turns slightly pink* (because she knows what the others might think of that)

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Should we wish their room soundproofed?

Lizzie: *blinks and looks up* She didn' make 'at much noise wit' 'er dream, or th' music.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *slight teasing grin* Ja, but I'd rather not listen if he tries to get into her dress

André Toulon/Decapitron: *pink now too*

Lizzie: *blinks and clearly doesn't get the joke*

Konrad Hess/Blade: Do we still have no idea how long this will last?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I am suspecting it will last until the cake is gone, and who knows how long that will be

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *frowns to himself for a moment* I'm sorry about this, guys.

Lizzie: *sets down her fork* It ain' even yer fault, Torch.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: How's it not my fault. I know the kind of things Shade can do, I should have known to be more careful with the 'w-word'.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: It happened. You did not mean this.

Konrad Hess/Blade: The important thing is to get through it, not whose fault it was.

Lizzie: *presses her lips together* Yeh gotcher wish. But Shade spread it 'round teh th' rest 'o yeh 'cause 'e was tryin' teh strengthen yeh.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Delays aren't exactly going to make things any better for us, Liz.

Konrad Hess/Blade: There is one thing... we won't have to be so careful about Nexus questions like this. Perhaps we can find out something useful there.

Lizzie: *looks at Torch* It ain't no delay. There's no real time here anyhow.

Konrad Hess/Blade: I have heard that can vary depending on universe, and we don't yet know which rules ours follows. We could go back, and it could be five minutes, or fifty years.

Lizzie: Shade 'n I figured it fer yeh. Couldn' git there without you lot, but we figured that much.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I'd go ahead and get the first stage done, if I wasn't too big for the parachute.

André Toulon/Decapitron: No, that's too dangerous if there could be totems around.

Lizzie: *sad and worried for friends. Sets her fork and knife down by poked but uneaten waffles*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *bit of a chuckle* I thought there was one in the bath earlier.

Shade: *wanders in, waving tail in the air. Is all dry and clean and fluffy* -Nope. Baby.-

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Yes. They seem very shy.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Perhaps it's because of what we are at the moment. If the roles were reversed, I would be hiding.

Shade: -Bad mans tried to zap baby. Shade kitty took away.- *sits by Decapitron and looks at him expectantly*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *scritches*

Shade: *thunder purrr* -Share noms?- *then an ear perks and points back as a skitter of little feet heralds someone hiding behind Leech's ankle*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *slips Shade a bite of waffle*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *torn between reassuring the little thing by pretending she doesn't know it's there... and getting her ankles out of attack range. She knows how dangerous little things can be*

Shade: *as he nomphs waffle bite, to Leech* -Offer baby spoon. Baby name Roach.-

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Does he eat waffles, or did you mean he'll eat the spoon? *also wonders why he'd be named Roach*

Shade: -Bang spoon on table leg. Named Roach because baby hunts bugs 'n mousies.-

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *does as instructed, banging a spoon on the table leg*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: ... I'm going back to sleep. It's just too early for me.

Roach: *excited jabber and heads for the banging, his hands out for the spoon*

Lizzie: *pat pats the Torch before she catches herself*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *just smiles and lets Roach have the spoon*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *bit of a grin and gives Lizzie a hair-ruffle on his way out*

Lizzie: *perks and looks more cheerful, but then squeaks and looks under the table as Roach gives a manic little cheer and starts running around and banging on the floor, appliances, and furniture*

Shade: *shares his amusement at the baby's antics*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a grin* Well, there's no way we'll mistake that for a totem.

Lizzie: 'E's a bloomin' nutter. o.o

Hans Seiderman/Jester: He'll fit right in, then.

Roach: *pauses to examine a metallic accent on Six-Shooter's boot, and then bangs on that too. More cheer!*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: Right down to attacking ankles..

Lizzie: 0.0

Konrad Hess/Blade: *to Lizzie* It's the usual strategy...

Shade: -Wrap around ankle, dumb dumb go splat.- :3

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja. It's either that or catch them in bed... and, really...

Konrad Hess/Blade: *makes a bit of a face and nods* ... I think I'll go to the Nexus Library. I'll be back later.

Lizzie: *perks* Blade, kin ye get me a book fer my usual size?

Konrad Hess/Blade: *nods* Of course.

Lizzie: *uncertainly* D'yeh know what sort?

Konrad Hess/Blade: Ah... I'm not sure which one's you've read. *and doesn't pay much attention to comic books*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: There's a list on the custom book machine in the library shop.

Lizzie: *nods in agreement with Jester, then looks over her shoulder as Roach discovers the grill under the fridge door*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *nods* All right. *will head back to his room to get properly dressed since everyone but Lizzie is still in PJs*

Lizzie: *sighs and frowns at her uneaten breakfast, then looks at Decapitron* Opa?

André Toulon/Decapitron: Yes, Lizzie?

Lizzie: Will you upgrade me?

André Toulon/Decapitron: *one raised eyebrow* That... isn't possible in your current condition, Lizzie.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I still don't think you should stay injured... *pokes at his Eggos* And you should eat breakfast. *here he goes again*

Lizzie: *rolls eyes. And then pauses and does it again* Oi'll be normal at midnight. *looks at the breakfast, and suddenly she's drooping and sad again*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Which is exactly why you should not stay hurt. If you are doing this to learn, it is not fair to stay injured the whole time. *waking up a bit and thinking what to show her... if she weren't hurt so they can't go play*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Would you like something other than waffles? *remembers and adds* Oh, and I should go retrieve that crutch. I dropped it downstairs when I heard the yelling earlier.

Lizzie: No. These're good. Jes'... *remembers the rules of her first mother's brief life. No food must be wasted* *starts to eat*

Roach: *cheerful jabber, and takes his spoon to follow Leech*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: There are wishes right over there in the jar. Leech used one earlier, remember?

Lizzie: *looks at the jar, and then looks at Shade and Decapitron for their opinion*

Shade: *zzzzzzz*

André Toulon/Decapitron: He does have a valid point. If you're doing this as an educational experience, staying injured could only interfere. Humans heal too slowly for you to wait it out, especially if you'll change back at midnight.

Lizzie: *frowns and swallows* Yeah. Guess yer right.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I will get one of those wishes, then... *goes after that so quickly he almost knocks his chair over*

Shade: *just poofed to someplace else*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *bit of a chuckle* I do not think he likes seeing you hurt, Lizzie. I do not like that either.

Lizzie: *wibbles* Oi thought none 'o ye liked me anymore.

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *just gives her a totally confused look at that*

André Toulon/Decapitron: What gave you that impression?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *already on his way back with the wish. Kind of stunned by what Lizzie just said himself, though part of him is going, "Hehehehe! I can reach the shelves without a chair!"*

Lizzie: *swallows her current bite of waffle* *starts to talk, and then looks down uncertainly* None 'o ye even wan'ed teh lookit me.

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *thinks back to the only time he was around before breakfast* You were not dressed. It would be wrong to look.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: We're not exactly looking at each other very much, either.

André Toulon/Decapitron: Lizzie... try to understand, we're still unsettled from this happening to us. To wake up and find you affected as well was... honestly, it was a bit much, especially so early in the morning.

Lizzie: *looks down, feeling like an idiot* Oh.

Roach: *lady's not going? Hides behind Decapitron's leg*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *just lets the little guy hide if he wants*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *puts the wish down by Lizzie's plate, as he returns to his seat* The last time we were like this... wasn't pleasant, as you know. So, to see you like this... it worries us.

Lizzie: *shoulders shake slightly, and then she's looking for the hankie before giving up and using her hands on her eyes*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *abandons her chair to go over to Lizzie, and of course she has a hankie*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *mutters a sorry and quickly leaves the room, thinking that he's done something to cause those tears*

Lizzie: *wipes her eyes and her nose* Oi jes' wan'ed teh answer Jes's question.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *quietly* What question, dear?

Lizzie: Wot it w's loik teh be a doll.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *puzzled by why that would lead to this, but guesses, quiet* You thought you needed a comparitive reference..?

Lizzie: *wipes her nose again and nods* Yes, Mum.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *still quiet... though the guys at the table seem to be purposely ignoring the 'girl talk'* It's all right, dear. You just shocked us, and we've had far worse shocks than this. We'll be all right, and so will you. *slight bit of a smile* But I think you'd best use that, *indicates the wish* to heal yourself so you can go find where Jester's gone.

Lizzie: *nods* Oi'll come back 'n finish me breakfas'. *the table manners she remembers are old. But she'll do her best to practise them*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *nods and gives her a little hug before she'll return to her seat*

Lizzie: *takes the wish and murmurs, then meeps as Roach yells and runs away from the cobalt blue sparkles that surround her feet*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *looks for Roach, wondering how to comfort the little thing when he still seems so scared of them*

Roach: *sees no kitty. But this nice big gave him his spoon! Hides by her leg and swings his spoon threateningly at the sparkles. Then pauses as they fade away* Buh?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *just smiles at the little guy hiding there, quietly* It's all right...

Lizzie: *wriggles toes* *carefully pushes her chair back, and then rises to her feet and heads the same way that Jester went*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *not too far from the kitchen, only went far enough to be alone*

Lizzie: *tilts her head and soft foots closer, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. Is moving with her accustomed silence despite much greater bulk*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *is still very attuned to making sure nothing sneaks up on him, and tenses slightly and turns to see who it is... *

Lizzie: Oh, Jes'. *steps forward and squishes him, her head on his chest*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns pink again, hugs back a little awkwardly*

Lizzie: Quit bein' so daft. Oim dressed now. *squish love love love*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just turns even pinker* Lizzie...

Lizzie: *looks up with a frown* Wot?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *tries to think of how to explain... without getting everything in a tangle* Do you remember how... you said something last night about realizing I was male? Well the last time I was like this, I wasn't exactly used to being hugged by pretty girls... not ones I would have wanted to be in the company of... This is... it is awkward... and I am sure I have said all the wrong things...

Lizzie: *eyes widen* Pretty?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just pink, but manages a nod*

Lizzie: *happy squeak and hugs him again. After a moment though she noticed that the house has fallen silent besides enthusiastic spoon banging in the kitchen. Looks up at Jester with a worried frown*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *is rather pink, but isn't exactly protesting* I don't know how much you have actually watched how humans act with each other...

Lizzie: *frowns* Den hugs ever'body. So's Jia. *yes, those are the humans that have actually made an impression on her*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Jia is a small child. I do not know about Den...

Lizzie: She's the bird wit' th' blanket factory.

Shade: *drags in a pair of moccasins with T-straps, then trots away again*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: She could be from a different time than I am... it... Men and women did not cuddle like this in public, even if married.

Lizzie: *slight pout* We're still the same people as always, Jes'.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja, but... *is not at all sure how to explain that*

Lizzie: *shoulders droop, and she lets her arms drop as she starts to turn away* Sorry.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *realizes he said the wrong thing again somehow...* Please... don't leave.

Lizzie: But yeh... *face crumples* Oi've made a mess.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *shakes head* No, it is... I don't know how to react to this.

Lizzie: *doesn't look up, but hugs herself unconsciously* *quietly* Jus' act like ye always do.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: That... isn't so easy. ... Being like this, it frightens me. I was never really safe, until... until I died. And it is confusing, also.

Lizzie: *looks up at him, her creased forehead and sympathetic eyes saying that she wants to hug him as she's used to doing, but that she's holding back* Ye'll be back teh normal soon.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I hope so... *oddly shy smile, and he'll reach to hold hands at least*

Lizzie: *little face brightens, and then she's examinging his fingers with interest and poking her own between them. Is old and savvy, but still faces life a lot like a child might*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just smiles at this*

Lizzie: *small smile of wonder, and then hugs his hand as she looks up at him. Sees his smile and her eyes shine*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *can't help laughing at this, and ruffles her hair before asking* Did you try any of your breakfast? You do have to eat when you're like this...

Lizzie: *glances toward the kitchen and the great spoon symphony* Oi'll finish it inna bit. *sees shoes and gives a curious perk and then a frown*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *gives them a puzzled look as well* Do you think Shade brought those?

Lizzie: *lets go his hand to go pick the shoes up and then look into the kitchen to see if anyone's still there*

Shade: *lifts his head from where he's warming up Six-Shooter's shoulders and purring thunderously in the old Texan's ear* Mrrp.

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *just glances over*

Lizzie: Shade, d'yeh know anythin' about these 'ere shoes? *holds them up*

Shade: -Lizzie baby shoes. For Lizzie baby feets.- *kisses Six-Shooter on the ear, and then sniffs toward the coffee that's brewing*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *has no idea what coffee will do to the mooncat, but will pour him a little in a saucer anyway if he wants to try it*

Shade: -Thanks lots.- *more mighty purring*

Lizzie: *turns back to Jester, studying the shoes now with a careful frown* Oi never paid mind teh how these things go.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *smiles* Here... I'll show you... *will offer to help with the shoes*

Lizzie: *hands them over, plopping down on the floor and making sure that her skirt is being good before she looks up at Jester. Then makes a small exclamation and starts unwrapping the foot that had been hurt* Oi swear, all these extra clothes're a roit pain in the...

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *also just sits on the floor* Is it that different, that they are not painted on? *none of his clothing had been painted on, after all*

Lizzie: Keepin' track 'o it is. *leans over and blinks with interest as she sees how her new shoes fasten with snaps*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: It just seemed normal before... and it was not something I had to think too much of after.

Lizzie: *slight smile* Well, 'en. There's part 'o yer answer. *pokes foot into shoe and wriggles toes, then tries to figure the snapping of the snap* *light chuckle* Now all we need's a pumpkin.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Pumpkin?

Lizzie: *looks up with surprise* Yeh don't know 'Cinderwench'?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *realization, and chuckles* Ja

Lizzie: *grins, showing little white teeth, then turns her attention to pressing the snap shut. Eyes widen with surprise as it snaps* Owwww!

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *concerned* are you all right?

Lizzie: *peeks into the shoe at her foot behind the snap* Oi think so...

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *clearly relieved* So... what do you want to do after breakfast?

Lizzie: *perks as she presses the other snap closed* We kin do stuff loik we alweyz do?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *chuckles* Well, maybe not quite like always... Neither of us would fit through vents now. But... we can reach the shelves without having to climb. What I meant though, was... you did this to learn, ja? Did you not have anything specific in mind?

Lizzie: *sobers* Oi jes' wanted t' know how bein' 'uman was so Oi could tell yeh what bein' me wos loik.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *a new awkward moment as he thinks that means this is his fault*

Lizzie: *without looking up from examining the shoes* 'N 'at is woy Oi wosn' so eager teh tell yeh. *scoldy dolly didn't even have to look at him to know how he was reacting*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *sighs, then smiles again* Well, I suppose I will have to think of something, then. Perhaps we could go back to the Black Dog later... it would be interesting to see it like this.

Lizzie: *perks* Oi could try some 'o that blasted cake, too. 'N... *brightens right up and glomps Jester, kisses him on the cheek, and then scrambles into the kitchen to go see Six-Shooter*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *is too busy sitting on the floor and turning pink again to immediately follow her*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *looks over as Lizzie comes in* Hello again, Miss Lizzie

Lizzie: Oim gonna 'ug you. *grins as she gains her feet after the adrenalin fueled scramble*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *smiles* I was starting to wonder about that

Lizzie: *perks* Yeh were?

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *chuckles*I didn't mention it before, on account of you being hurt and all.

Lizzie: *blows through her lips, and then goes wide-eyed for a moment before trying it again*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *chuckles at this, and then just gets up to hug Lizzie*

Lizzie: *starts a bit, and then looks up with a grin before giving him one of her fiercely affectionate squishes*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *just pat-pats her on the head*

Lizzie: *peeks up at him, all bright eyed with a happy secret*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *looks a little curious, but doesn't pry*

Lizzie: *then peeks over her shoulder to see where Jester went*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just coming back in, wonders if the waffles are cold by now*

Lizzie: *perks and glees and squishes Six-Shooter as she hides her face on him*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just snerks at this*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: Careful, Miss Lizzie... I'm kinda old, you know

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Worried she will squish you?

Lizzie: *looks up with a frown, and then suddenly scoots over to the wish jar* *gets one of the little lights* Oi wish Six-Shooter won't ache while 'e's 'uman.

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *just gives her a smile as he puts his breakfast dishes in the sink*

Lizzie: *slightly puzzled frown* Oi didn' see any sparkles.

Shade: *laying on his back on the chair next to the one Six-Shooter had been in* -Inside sparkles.-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *meanwhile has been sneakily adding toppings to Lizzie's waffles while she's been distracted. In little sections: jam, raspberries, syrup, powdered sugar. Making sure she can try all the options*

Lizzie: So it worked?

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *nods* Thanks, Miss Lizzie.

Lizzie: *happily dances a little jig*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *gives her another hug, and then will take his coffee and start to leave the kitchen.*

Shade: *murrps and hops down to follow, tail waving lazily*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *is giving his own Eggos the same treatment as he gave to Lizzie's so that she won't think he's pulling something. And also because he only has fuzzy memories of what some of this stuff tastes like*

Lizzie: *looks over at Jester now and perks with interest as she comes over to look at what he's doing*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *uh oh, caught! Just smiles, though* I thought I would make this more interesting.

Lizzie: *looks curiously, then remembers something she heard of at the Black Dog and goes and looks in the fridge. Sees no chocolate syrup, but does see cherries in a jar, and a can of whipped cream. Grins at Jester* Lookit wot Oi got.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *grins back at her, and at the can of whipped cream* *then a fit of chuckles as he remembers what he did when first finding out about that kind of thing... not to mention the Cheeze Whiz*

Lizzie: *gives him the cherries and looks at the writing on the spray can* Oi know wot t'do with this.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I thought of a few things the first time I found some also.

Lizzie: *grabs his free hand and fills it with whipped cream*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just laughs, and eats a bite of it.*

Lizzie: *fills her mouth with whipped cream, and then analyzes the flavour, her brows raising with interest*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinks it tastes a little odd himself, but not bad*

Lizzie: *fiddles with the nozzle. ...Just shot Jester in the nose* o.0

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ack! *wipes at face, which only smears it* *smiles and will gently pat Lizzie on a cheek... both hands, incidentally, contain cream now*

Lizzie: Eeep! *presses the nozzle again! while aiming at the underside of his nose*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *was expecting it this time, and dodges*

Lizzie: *looks up at the squiggle on the ceiling. Looks toward the living room. Looks at the chairs and measures height. Realizes there's no getting that down, and aims at Jester again with a giggle*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *stands there for a moment... then feints towards the door... and dives for a shelf where he's pretty sure he saw a can of Cheeze Whiz earlier!*

Lizzie: *light of battle in her eye! But... pauses to poke breakfast into her mouth, knowing that she can't go anywhere till it's gone. Will get Jester when he's back in reach!*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *gets the cap off the cheeze whiz! Hah! armed now! Look out, Lizzie!*

Lizzie: *eat eat eat! Trying to eat fast and neatly*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *tries to sneak up behind Lizzie. Sneak sneak sneak...*

Lizzie: *hears footsteps and shoots over her shoulder*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nuts, is louder like this! ducks... and Lizzie might find cheeze in her hair*

Lizzie: *wince shudder* Ewwww. Wot th' bloomin' 'eck wos 'at???

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *cheerily* Cheeze Whiz

Lizzie: *whips around and sprays!* *so stern expression on that dolly face!*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *dives for cover*

Lizzie: *last few bites of waffle! And drinks the syrup out of the preserved cherries! Then dives under the table after Jester* Ahah!

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *fires as soon as he sees her*

Lizzie: Meep! *fire!*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *back for a coffee refill. looks at mess, hears hissing under table* ... Maybe I should'a known better than to leave you two alone.

Lizzie: *looks over from where she's got a hand fisted on the front of Jester's shirt and is trying to feed him whipped cream* Eeep! 0.0

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *was also occupied in covering Lizzie in cheeze, very quiet* Uh oh...

John Wade/Six-Shooter: I know you're under the table, but I'm not stupid enough to look under there and get whipped cream or Cheeze Whiz to the face. *refills his coffee* Just be sure to clean up your mess.

Lizzie: *quietly, feeling embarrassed about making a mess* Yessir.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja... sorry.

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *will swipe a couple of those cherries on the way back out*

Lizzie: *looks at herself and winces and sits back on her heels* Oh rot...

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I think things became a little... out of hand... *a gob of whipped cream falls out of his hair*

Lizzie: o.o 'N outta other things. *looks toward the underside of the table* Yeh think a wish'd clean us up?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I was wondering the same thing. *really doesn't want to clean all of this up the 'normal' way*

Lizzie: *ducks her head and peers out from under the table toward the wish jar* Shade'll get the rest.

Shade: *already has appeared. Lick lick lick lick, purrrrrrrrr!*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *has to be a little more careful than usual getting out from under the table. He's not used to them being so low that he can bump his head*

Lizzie: *crawls out as best she can without going through what is now Shade's mess* *stands slowly and feels her now spiky and orange hair* o.0

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *paused by his plate to finish off any eggo left from earlier*

Lizzie: *walks over to get a wish. Soft murmur, is surrounded by sparkles of red and blue, and then she's clean* *relieved sigh as she brushes a hand on her corset*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *blinks at the rest of the mess still being there, but then realizes there's probably a limit to wishes, and they're still going to have to clean most of the mess up the hard way. Drat* *goes over to get a wish and at least get himself clean* So much for the rest of this morning...

Shade: *glances at him, then resumes licking at a table leg* -This kitty's mess. Om nom nom.-

Lizzie: *quizzical look for Jester* Eh?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Never mind... *wonders if they'll be in trouble for not cleaning it up if Shade has claimed it*

Lizzie: Wot is it, Jes'? *frowns at him*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *will just step carefully around Shade's mess to retrieve dishes and put them in the sink* I was thinking we'd spend all morning cleaning this up, but if Shade has claimed it... *shrug*

Lizzie: *laughs* Oh. Yeh think he's gonna let good food go t' waste? *then takes the dishes out of the sink and puts them in the dishwasher* D'yeh see th' squirty stuff? Or maybe it's loik a big pill...

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *confused for a bit, and thinking squirty stuff got them into this mess, before he realizes she means dishwasher detergent. He'll look around for it*

cupboard under the sink: *has rack hanging on the door and wire shelf inside, and there is a box of the tablet form detergent*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *finally finds the weird stuff. Fishes out one of the tablets to hand over*

Lizzie: *looks at it, gives it a curious sniff and raises her eyebrows at the nice scent, then puts it in the right place in the washer and stands to look around* We got it all?

Shade: -Not run yet. Load not full.-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just giving the dishwasher a few curious looks himself. It was one of the kitchen appliances he'd kept some distance from before. Water and little wooden puppets didn't mix well*

Lizzie: Oh. Alright. *straightens and examines her hands, then washes them awkwardly but neatly and dries them on the towel with mushrooms embroidered on it*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *seems momentarily confused about what to do now, then realizes one thing* I should go get dressed.

Lizzie: *blinks and looks at him, then remembers* *uneasily* Am I s'poseta see them things?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns a bit pink again* I think my pyjamas are alright to see. But I have to take them off... You could wait outside the door?

Lizzie: *looks around* Oim gonna go see what Six-Shooter's doin'.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: All right...

Lizzie: *dimpled grin for Jester, and then heads for the living room to see what she's hearing from there*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *smiles back, before heading to his room to change*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *has tv, coffee, and some cinnamon biscotti he'd found in a cabinet*

Lizzie: *goes up behind the armchair and puts her arms around the old cowboy's neck from behind* Wotcha doin'?

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *reaches up and pats one of her arms* Watching tv. Where did Jester go?

Lizzie: He's gettin' different clothes on. *snuggles happily, but then perks as she notices the cybernetic lady on the television* That ain't a Western movie.

John Wade/Six-Shooter: It's a news program. I'm waiting for the movie to start.

Lizzie: "Nexus News". Huh. I knowed about th' paper. Didn' realize we had it on TV too.

John Wade/Six-Shooter: I don't know how they can keep up with this crazy place.

Lizzie: Some 'o them bots's got huge brains. 'N they don't really gotta cover everythin'. *reaches over his shoulder, snags his coffee cup and sniffs curiously*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *just chuckles at this and lets her, but expects she won't like the taste as much as the smell since she's not used to it*

Lizzie: *nope, she doesn't. But her grimace becomes a chuckle as she gives the cup back and points over his shoulder toward the TV, which is showing a charity poker tournament played only by Optimus Primes*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *amused, thinks back* I think Rick had a t-shirt with one of those guys on it

Lizzie: Optimus? *arms around his neck again as she snuggles*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *nods* Cartoon show he used to watch as a kid had that guy in it.

Lizzie: *chuckles* Oh, that. *points to one of the smaller Optimuses* Bet 'e looked loik thatun.

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *points out G1 Oppy* That one

Lizzie: Yup. 'At's th' one Oi was pointin' to. *snuggle* *then chuckles as what looks like a bearded blond human man buys his way into the game*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *after being here for as long as they have, isn't even going to ask. Just dips another cookie and wonders how long it'll be before the movie. Can't help thinking Rick would have liked this place*

Lizzie: *and then she's having a quiet giggle right by his ear as the camera covering the poker game suddenly swings over to cover instead a fearful argument between a TFAn tech Ratchet and his daughter*

asRatchet: *trying to keep Panacea from aggravating the big mean bayformers that are watching the game as his mate plays*

announcer: *comments that someone's rebelling against parental rule*

Lizzie: *complacently* Ain'tcha glad yeh got me instead?

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *snerk*

news: *switches to the weather segment, and then it's the right time to switch the channel to the lovely new locally made CGI-that-looks-real Western movie that was announced in the TV guide*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *finally, changes the channel*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *clothes changed, looking around for Lizzie*

Lizzie: *as the movie opens with a sweeping vista of sage brush dotted mountains* Oooooooo!

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *finds them due to this, sees they're watching TV* I'm still a little surprised someone in the Nexus is trying to run a television channel, with all of the times fiction found here is... not so fictional for someone.

Lizzie: *looks toward him* Even reality's interestin' though. *big grin* Yeh ready? There's a big tournament goin' on at th' Dog.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods and smiles* What sort of a tournament? *doesn't want to interrupt... well, mostly doesn't*

Lizzie: *shrugs and gives Six-Shooter a last snuggle and a kiss on the cheek* Oh, th' Primes're raisin' charity money fer somethin'. Won't get in th' way 'o havin' fun.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *grins* Perhaps we should check a few couches on the way, so we might have extra change to leave? *in other words he's planning to show Lizzie that she's now big enough to push furniture over*

Lizzie: *perks, and then reaches down into the chair past Six-Shooter's butt just as the movie cuts to a tarantula creeping up on somebody*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *almost says something... but doesn't, just waits...*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *out of that chair so fast it almost tips over*

Lizzie: Eeek! *scoots away backward from the sudden flurry of movement and runs into Jester*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *wasn't expecting that part of it, and ends up with an armload of Lizzie*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *picking himself up off the floor, just chuckles* Very funny... Do I wanna know which one of you decided to make me think there was a spider in the chair?

Lizzie: *standing there in Jester's arms and looking at Six-Shooter with big eyes* Oi wos lookin' fer change!

John Wade/Six-Shooter: The kinda change like making me jump outta the chair? *is amused, but still thinks it was a prank*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *a bit pink again, but not going to say anything about that this time* I think she really was looking for change.

John Wade/Six-Shooter: I noticed there wasn't a peep out of you about it.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Well... no... *grin* I thought you'd think it was a spider.

Lizzie: *mouth falls open and she tips her head back to look at Jester accusingly. Then swats him and moves away with her arms folded under her chest* Hmmph.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just looks confused and a little hurt*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *checks the chair for loose change - and spiders - before sitting back down in it*

Lizzie: *looks at Jester, sees his expression and blinks. Then wibbles*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *found a half-handful of change, only recognizes some of the coins* Now, enough with the wibble contest, you two. Jester didn't mean any harm. I know that, and I'd've thought you would too, Lizzie. *thinks about it* Though, I guess he hasn't played as many pranks since we've been here.

Lizzie: *lowers her gaze and looks away* 'E usually tells me first. *really just upset because of how badly she'd been startled by Six-Shooter's jump*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: There wasn't much of a 'first' in which to tell you

Lizzie: Sorry. *and she's teary again. All this human stuff's got her slightly emotional*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *sigh, hesitantly puts an arm around her* It is not your fault, Lizzie.

Lizzie: *lowers her arms and then puts them around him as she hides her face against him and snuggles* *then meeps and looks toward Six-Shooter* Did th' coffee spill?

John Wade/Six-Shooter: Nope. *dips a biscotti in it* *offers them the handful of change* Now go have fun, you two.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *accepts the change, and is a bit pink again realizing he's being snuggled*

Lizzie: Yessir. *lets go of Jester to go give her favourite old cowboy another hug and kiss on the cheek. Needs to sit on him to reach him properly*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *just hugs back*

Lizzie: *gives him a sunny grin after the mutual squish, and then gets up and goes to Jester, reaching for his hand* Les' git this show on th' road.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *smiles back* Ja, lets. *has no problem holding hands as they set out on their way to the Black Dog. Keeps watch for couches along the way*

Lizzie: *interested rubbernecking as they head toward the sign square. Everything looks so different from this angle!*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *knows what she's doing, and chuckles. It looks a bit weird to him too, after all this time, but also familiar. And he knows she doesn't have that* It has been a long time since everything looked so small.

Lizzie: *turns those big dark eyes toward him quizzically, and then moves her eyebrows and looks thoughtful* Yeah... yeh were useta lookin' at stuff from this side once.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods* And then I had to adjust to everything being huge, because I was so much smaller that just getting to a desktop became a challenge. *bit of a grin* But now it won't be for a while.

Lizzie: *pauses as they reach the sign square and looks up at the big white deluxe Blackout size couch* So... we kin take it now, huh?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *biig grin* Ja, I think we can.

Lizzie: *bounces and lets go his hand, then scoots toward the towering white leather article of furniture*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *looks up at it for a moment, and then starts on trying to get up there!*

Lizzie: *sudden pause and expression of dismay* Oi can't do it, Jes'.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *the scale's a bit bigger than he's used to as a puppet, but he can do this! Looks to Lizzie and smiles* Of course you can. I'll help.

Lizzie: No. Jes'... My butt! *pulls down on her knee length skirt*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns pink at that reminder*

Lizzie: *is blushing too* Humans ain't s'oseta show 'em.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *had totally forgotten Lizzie's lack of pants in the enthusiasm to conquer the Giant Couch* Perhaps we could detour to the Nexus Mall.

Lizzie: *looking at her skirt thoughtfully, noting the way the tails of the big shirt that serves her as a dress go* ...See if yeh kin find some pins somewhere.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Are you sure that is a good idea? *doesn't want her to stick herself with pins But does look around. The Nexus tends to spawn things that are being looked for, but sometimes at risk of LOL and he doesn't need something else on top of this*

Lizzie: 'Course Oi do. Look in 'at hobbit couch. *still thoughtfully arranging the skirts of her shirt*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *will check there for pins... hopefully safety pins* *finds some pins, though they look a little odd and have hearts on them, goes to hand them to Lizzie* Will these do?

Lizzie: *looks at the heart-themed diaper pins and grins* Thanks. *takes and starts working on her skirt, pulling it and pinning it*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *not watching during this, just in case*

Lizzie: There! *now wearing a sort of romper/legless jumpsuit instead of a shirt/dress*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *looks, then smiles* So...

Lizzie: *hits the couch with a running leap that has her clinging to a bit of trim at the top of the skirt*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *well accustomed to couch climbing by now, even if this one is a big challenge*

Lizzie: *with strength unexpected in a plump little woman she flips herself up and manages to get another hold, and then she's swinging and has her hands on the edge under the cushions. Is grinning as she goes*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *has sought out seams as handholds, now just under one of the armrests*

Lizzie: *vanishes under the cushion, the last sight of her is wriggling legs and a shirt covered bottom*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *at first doesn't think anything of this.. and then what they are catches up and his mood turns to alarm* Lizzie! *hurries to get the rest of the way up and try to push the cushion off*

Lizzie: *muffled* Wot?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *worried* You could suffocate under there

Lizzie: Th' stuff over th' springs ain't that thick. *pauses* 'N Oi kin hear talkin' behind it.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *still trying to move the cushion* And someone could sit on you... please come out from under there.

Lizzie: *something muffled. Sounds like "Anti-Violence field"*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *still doesn't completely believe in that thing, or trust that it would always work. There's a swear in German from him as he looks for something to use as a lever*

Lizzie: *and then she's squirming out between two cushions with a shout* Jes', look wot Oi got!

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *what she gets, besides whatever she actually means, is a panicked and tearfaced Jes hugging her tightly*

Lizzie: *squeaks with surprise and hugs back, though she's looking up at him with surprise and concern*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *can't say anything for a bit, just clinghugging*

Lizzie: *finally reaches up to put her hand to either side of his face* Jes', breath. C'mon. Yer scarin' me.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: You scared me too. I... It's dangerous for us to go under the cushions like that... like this.

Lizzie: *frowns* Shade pertects me. 'N th' AV field's strong 'ere.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Shade is not here right now, unless he is hiding under the couch... and I am not sure I trust this AV field. *has realized he's hugging and lets go* I... I don't want... something to happen to you... for you to suffocate crawling under couch cushions.

Lizzie: *hands gently squeeze his cheeks, and then she's pulling his head down so she can kiss one* Shade's always with us, Jes'.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns pink again at getting kissed* Still... no more crawling under the cushions, please? *He doesn't want to lose her to something so silly as forgetting they could suffocate this way. He doesn't want to lose her at all, and isn't sure what to think of that realization.* I think between both of us we can push them off.

Lizzie: *big grin as she lets go of him and holds up a Nexus Gold Mastercard*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile, tho still a bit shaken* I remember those. But can we use that? *didn't pay much attention to that, but remembers Camille still had to sign papers when using the ones she'd had*

Lizzie: Till it gits tired 'o us. *little excited bouncy dance there in his arms*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *uncertain* And this is legal? *has heard about credit card fraud before*

Lizzie: *nod nod* This card's a bloomin' legend. Comes 'n goes as it pleases. 'N it's come ta see us today!

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *blinks* This is another of the Nexus things, then? Well, in that case...

Lizzie: *more big grin, and then happy and excited snuggle* We kin buy all we bloomin' wanna.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *doesn't protest this time, just hugs back, then chuckles* Should we let Leech know? I know she was wanting to take you shopping.

Lizzie: *looks at the card without moving back from him, then shrugs* Oi'll be normal t'night.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinks about that, and nods* Ja... well, it is up to you what to do with it. *trying not to admit that he actually doesn't really remember how to go shopping, only how to be toted along on shopping trips for company. Can also see Lizzie's indifference to the subject. So here they are... unlimited funds and no clue*

Lizzie: Let's jump on th' couch fer a bit 'n then go play. *knows where to keep a credit card. Unbuttons her shirt a bit so she can poke it down the front of it*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *all too ready to agree to that. How could they climb up here and not jump on the couch to celebrate the victory? Distracted from these happy thoughts as Lizzie starts unbuttoning her top and hastily looks away, turning pink again*

Lizzie: *finishes storing card and looks up as she wriggles a bit to make it stop poking her and buttons her shirt again* ...Now wot?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *risks a glance over, and doesn't see anything unbuttoned* I think jumping on the couch was mentioned?

Lizzie: Wot'd I do this toim? *hands on hips as she frowns at him a bit*

Littles man: *sitting there on the couch arm and looking down at them. Advises* Just jump.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *embarrassed* You were unbuttoning your top...

Lizzie: *turns from scowling at the Little and stares at Jester, then blushes and facepalms*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *also blushing*

Lizzie: Oi'll be glad when this's over with. *then jumps!* *going to see if she can knock Jester on his butt*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *no comment to that, time to jump on the couch*

several moments later

Lizzie: *sitting on butt now, and puffing for breath as she hugs ribs that ache from laughing*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *sitting on the edge of the couch cushion... it's really a long way from the floor*

Lizzie: Don't bloomin' fall. Owww. *giggle*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *flops back, still swinging feet off edge* I'd better not. Like this... I would go splat! *moves away from the edge*

Lizzie: *stretches a bit and winces some more* PINpoint down?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: We may have to... *noticed the wince* Are you all right?

Lizzie: *cheeky grin is go* Oi laughed too bloomin' 'ard.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *laughs and just grins back* No such thing... even with the effects.

Lizzie: *razzes and giggles, then tackles him and teleports down to the floor/ground*

Littles man: *watched the entire couch enjoyment session. Now he's wincing as he watches the dismount*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *Brief startled yelp. But then laughs about it once they're safely on the ground.*

Lizzie: *perky grin as she stands on her toes and looks up at Jester's face*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *smiles* Well, now we're down.

Lizzie: Yup! *daring peck of a kiss, and then stops to scowl as something twinkles* Wot th...

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *stunned by kiss, but snaps himself out of it when Lizzie scowls, looking around for possible threat*

Lizzie: *also narrow eyed and seeking* Yeh feel any different, Jes'?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Like I haven't felt different since yesterday? *quiet a moment, trying to tell if there's anything weird that isn't also familiar.*

Lizzie: *after a moment* Oi don't feel anythin' different from afore we was up on th' couch. *glances up at that furniture behemoth, her mouth quirking at one corner as she remembers the fun they had up there. Even with her legs and aching all that jumping was worth it*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Neither do I. *but is silently scolding himself for going out unarmed. He still doesn't trust the supposed anti-violence field*

Lizzie: *Jester will be able to hear her thought and also the answer as she tells Shade about what happened*

Shade: *is sparkles the colour of his eyes around Lizzie and Jester* *relieved sounding* -Babies not hurt.-

Lizzie: *relaxes and looks at Jester again*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *also relieved* So it was something Shade did.

Shade: -No. Kitty not do twinkles. But twinkles not hurt babies. Babies safe.-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *will nod at that. Not hurt is a start, tho he's still going to wonder what was done, other than it distracting him from being kissed so that he didn't panic because of it*

Lizzie: *in her way, she's already lost interest in the twinkles and is now looking up and watching people jump from whale to whale up above*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *looks up to see what Lizzie is looking at* I wouldn't try that without a parachute. I may be thought of as the crazy one of the team, but I have my limits.

Lizzie: *quiet chuckle as she hugs his arm, still watching* They're goint bloomin' cats. They do 'at all th' toim.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja... *mind wanders briefly to how Shade is big enough to ride like a pony when he's a puppet. Then is distracted by Lizzie hugging him again* So, should we go on to the Black Dog, or do something with what you found in the couch?

Lizzie: *griiiin* Kin do things with th' card at th' Dog.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *grins back* This is true.

Lizzie: *looks down the path toward the Black Dog* ...'Nother 'Port?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: It should not be so far like this...

Lizzie: Nope. *points and takes a step in that direction, gently tugging his arm*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *doesn't need tugged that much, looking around as they're on their way. It's both strange and familiar seeing things from this height*

Lizzie: *gradually relaxing her hold on his arm as the wonder of seeing things from the top side widens her eyes and distracts her from loving on her best friend*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *hesitates a moment, but reaches to hold her hand*

Lizzie: *startled glance, but then grins and squeezes his hand. Then points to snowdrops peeking through the snow by the path* Lookit 'at.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *smiles* Ja. This place can be crazy with seasons. *looks at the snowdrops for a moment* It is a funny thing... No matter how cold things seem, or how in winter the world can seem dead, the world continues, ja? Life goes on.

Lizzie: Yup. *glances toward D'Coda's garden as the the path comes up beside it. Waves to somebody with her free hand*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinking of how they seem sometimes to be more stuck in time than the snowdrops... the world moves on, but they do not. Not without a Puppet Master, anyway. He still feels like they should be getting ready to decorate the tree for the holidays, as if the world they belong in is still frozen in a permanent winter* *Sees Lizzie wave and glances to see who she's waving at*

Lizzie: Fred 'n Sigh're out 'n about. *grins happily as she looks at the little tiggy winkle and the slender sylph who are sitting over at the base of D'Coda's hedge*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just nods slightly, instinct is to avoid unfamiliar people* *but is happy for Lizzie to see her friends*

Lizzie: Fred's gotta new weskit 'n trousers. Looks so funny. *quiet laughter, being mindful of her laughing aches*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Do you want to go visit with them?

Lizzie: Nah. Oim too big. *realizes she's still got her skirt pinned up, and lets go of Jester to undo it as she walks beside him*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *doesn't watch during this*

Lizzie: *keeps on talking as she unfastens pins* Sigh's pretty big, but it's hard t' see 'er when Oim loik this.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinks about that* You were made by a wish, ja..? Maybe that makes you part fae. *is only slightly joking*

Lizzie: *looks up, settling her skirt nicely and pinning the chain of pins to her sleeve* All livin' dolls're part

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *smile that's slightly sad* Not us.

Lizzie: *softly, her dark eyes showing that she does indeed hear what he says to her even when she seems to completely disregard it* But yeh yerself say yeh ain't dolls.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods* We're puppets.

Lizzie: No. Yer memories.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *quiet for a moment, and nods. Had been half thinking about some of the things Torch had said the night before* Ja. Just memories of people who died a long time ago.

Lizzie: *soft smile that shows dimples* Not 'just', Jes'. Memories live on, in places loik this.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *is thinking that, in time, memories can fade away as well, but doesn't say it. Instead he tries to alter the subject a bit* I remember when we were waiting to board the train to leave Berlin. There was a little girl who teased Peter about 'playing with dolls' when she saw us.

Lizzie: *chuckles* Nothin' wrong with playin' with dolls.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: No, there is not. *falls silent again for a moment. Then* No one bothered Rick about it. He claimed we were animatronic projects, especially if anyone saw us move.

Lizzie: *gives his arm a supportive hug, and then she points to a pretty green stone on the path* Oi, Jes', look!

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *blinks at it, but is a little cautious given some of the things he's heard* Do you think it is something that might cause 'LOL's?

Lizzie: *shakes her head, her face bright and happy* Nope. That's an elfstone. Yeh can't mess them up.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: And... what is that? *still doesn't know a lot about nexus stuff*

Lizzie: *lets him go and hunkers down to pick up the stone* *softly* A gift.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *still a bit puzzled about this, but curious*

Lizzie: *turns and offers it to him* Means yer an elf-friend if they give yeh one.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinks it must be meant for Lizzie, and makes no move to take it from her* The only one we know is Shade. Though I saw one when I first arrived here.

Lizzie: *reaches for his hand, intending to put the stone into it* Bein' Shade's is enough teh make yeh loved. But I think they like yer heart, too.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *lets her, but doesn't know what to think of this. Briefly he wonders why anyone would trust him when he can't be sure he trusts himself. And he and his team won't be here much longer, anyway. It's a bad time to make new friends*

Lizzie: Now ever'body'll know yeh have one o' th' Good Folk rootin' for yeh. *grins, her dark eyes twinkling*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *trace of a smile* Well... the support is appreciated. *knows whatever's coming isn't going to be easy, and not just because they don't plan to survive it*

Lizzie: *eyes crinkle at the corners, and then she looks toward a call from the porch of the Black Dog*

Hrafni: *up on the railing beside a taller child who looks like a giant Sphynx cat. Other child is well dressed for the snowy weather. Hrafni is still in her shorts and her skin. She's also waving to them and twitching her ears in a grin*

Lizzie: *waves back, bouncing happily*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *waves as well, despositing the odd stone in a pocket for the moment*

Lizzie: Let's go inside. *shivers a bit as the temperature catches up with her* o.0

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods, and puts an arm around her... oh, hey, they can head up the main stairs this time! Though he still watches for feet out of sheer habit*

Lizzie: *sees where he's headed and laughs* Jes', yeh ass. Look. *steers him toward the human size flight of steps that's on the side of the giant size steps*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *a bit embarrassed* Is it my fault I headed towards the steps that looked normal to me?

Lizzie: *snuggles against his arm and just laughs*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just grins and jokingly complains about the 'tiny steps' as they head inside*

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.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *finally has his turn there and cues up VNV Nation's 'Darkangel', the Apocalyptic Mix*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *snapped out of what he was thinking* Chips? Yeah, sure...

Lizzie: *hands out the baskets of starchy noms, a wide grin lighting her round little face*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "I'd only come here seeking peace. I'd only come here seeking me. I'd only come here seeking peace. I'd only come here seeking me."

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *pokes at the chips, even the food here is a bit strange. But it still beats the alternative in his mind*

Lizzie: *plunks down in an empty chair as Spazz heads away with the tray* Oooo. Jes's gotta pretty voice.

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: He used to play piano, too. His mother taught him, I think.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "In your dream you see me clear. I have no restraint, no fear. Powerless I watched from faces I'd assumed."

Lizzie: Awww. *expression goes just a little dreamy, even as she absently wibbles a bit with sympathy for the lyrics*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *trying desperately not to even think the w-word in relation to alcohol as he sips at the milkshake. He's in a mood, one of the kinds he used to 'solve' by getting drunk*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *keeping an eye on him*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "My purpose set, my will defined. Caress the air, embrace the skies. Escape the sorrow and restraint of mortal cities."

Lizzie: *blink blink, and then a soft sound of bewilderment as tears start*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: Lizzie? What's wrong, Lizzie?

Lizzie: Oi dunno. Jes's singin's so pretty, but... *puts her arms on the table and then lowers her head*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "Give me time I will be clear. Given time you'll understand.. what possesses me to right what you have suffered."

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *just confused*

waiter: *pale green young human size bot in a pretty embroidered tunic and pants. Has tray with huge three patty burgers on it, and a worried look for Lizzie as he carefully passes those burgers onto the table*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *is worried too, and doesn't at all understand what's wrong*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *quits watching Torch so close and notices this* Miss Lizzie?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "I'm in this mood because of scorn. I'm in a mood for total war. To the darkened skies once more and ever onward."

Lizzie: *quietly, without lifting her head* Can't yeh feel th' song?

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *not all that sure what she means* Does it hurt you somehow? I know it's loud. Rick listened to that kind of music, and sometimes he would play it when we would play laser tag...

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "There is no faith in which to hide. Even truth is filled with lies. Doubting angels fall to walk among the living."

Lizzie: *deep breath, and then moves to hug Pinhead, though the tears are still wetting her cheeks* Oi'm alright. Don' worry.

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *careful hug back, though still puzzled* ... I think he would have picked a different song, if he thought it would hurt you.

Lizzie: *quietly* It ain't 'urtin' me. Lookit this. *pulls a burger close and lifts the top, then chuckles* It's gotta fried egg!

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "I'm in this mood because of scorn. I'm in a mood for total war. To the darkened skies once more and ever onward."

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *looks at his* Fried egg on a hamburger?

Lizzie: *nods, still deeply touched by Jester's song* It's a Southern thing.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *actually looks a little relieved at that* I was hoping it was a regional or Nexus thing. For a moment there I understood what Jester meant about the world changing too much.

Lizzie: Nope. *grins at him* Saw this in Alabama oncet.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "So many years I stood among the thoughts and tears of those I served. Among my own I was alone through my own doing."

Lizzie: *firms her chin to keep it from wibbling, and then offers the burger to Pinhead*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *also looks for the egg, smiles* The egg looks funny there.

Lizzie: Should we mash 'im so 'e don't squirt?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "All the years I walked unknown behind the faces I assumed. Powerless to clear your mind of what you'd suffered."

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *thinks about it and nods* I don't want to make a mess.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *pops his, too, but will leave it on there, shrugs* Couldn't be any weirder than the 'fries'

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *quietly keeping an eye on both Torch and Lizzie*

Lizzie: *now busy getting Pinhead's burger fixed up. Asks him if he wants some ketchup on it too*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *starts to nod, hesitates, looks confused* I don't know. Ketchup goes on burgers, but I never had it on eggs.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "Give me time I will be clear. Given time you'll understand... what possesses me to right what you have suffered."

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *not going to add ketchup, or anything else, until he tries a bite and sees if he wants to pull that egg off*

Lizzie: Folk eat it on eggs all th' toim now. But 'ere. *puts on the top, gives the burger a bit of a squish, and offers it to the big man. Mind is still on Jester's song, and she absently wipes her eyes on her sleeve as she offers*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "I'm in this mood because of scorn. I'm in a mood for total war. To the darkened skies once more and ever onward."

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *curiously tries a bite*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *can't quite believe all the fuss over a little egg on a burger. Kids...*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "There is no faith in which to hide. Even truth is filled with lies. Doubting angels fall to walk among the living."

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *bit of a smile, but won't talk with his mouth full... has decided he likes egg on burger*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *carefully picking the egg off*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *reaches over with fork and steals that egg, since Torch doesn't want it*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: "I'm in this mood because of scorn. I'm in a mood for total war. To the darkened skies once more and ever onward."

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *just hmphs at the stolen egg, but otherwise says nothing. Puts ketchup on the burger after checking to make sure he's removed anything else that doesn't - in his opinion - go on a burger*

Lizzie: *steals the rejected pepper pickle and gives it to Six-Shooter*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *accepts it*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *as the last instrumental bits of the song fade out, thinks this was pretty fun and ponders picking another song*

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.

outside, near D'Coda's hedge

Konrad Hess/Blade: *once they're out here, isn't sure how to bring up what's always been a nearly taboo topic with Torch.*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *fidgets, hands in pockets, as he waits to hear what Blade wanted before bringing up what he's been considering*

Shade: *wriggles his bum slightly from where he's tucked into a nearby comfy little hollow in the hedge next to a beautiful little black lady cat* *will silence his purr as he uses her for a pillow and watches the two transformed puppets*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *the uneasy silence creeps on for a bit. Then* You know what we expect... at the end of this.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *hesitates, then nods* Yeah. *and thinks they've made a miscalculation, but waits to hear what Blade's getting at with this*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *quietly, and with hesitation* For most of us, there is nothing else. But you still have family. I thought... I know you don't like to talk about whatever happened, but...

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *Oh. That's what he's getting at.* No, I don't. Whatever else happens, Carolyn stays out of this.

puzzled butterfly: *flits among the snow drifts nearby, and then passes between them on the way into the garden*

Konrad Hess/Blade: I wasn't suggesting anything before we settle matters. Only that afterward... you still have somewhere to go.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: That's where you're wrong. I don't. *bites his lip, and looks away for a moment, but decides he's sat on that secret more than long enough. If the others can be talked into what he wants to suggest then there can't be any more secrets* *and now, really can't help wishing he had a drink* Carolyn... She couldn't deal with this. Science doesn't have room to explain people coming back from the dead... Only... creatures that have some of the same memories. Partial copies that might mimic certain habits but... just aren't real. Monsters, like that zombie, and what Camille became. And me. And I had to let her think that.

Konrad Hess/Blade: *confused by this, partly because Torch hasn't talked about it, partly because, well* Why?

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Because people around us tended to end up dead, that's why. Toulon lasted, what, five years after he started messing around with magic again? Most people who crossed our path seemed to have a life expectancy of months. She still had a chance to get out alive. I didn't. And that's just the way it was. *looks away* I wasn't the greatest brother to have around. I had problems... I still do. It was better that... that she think her brother died, than to... put everything together and see just how screwed up I really am.

Shade: *hidden ears perk as bright eyes burn with sympathy*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *starts to say something, but...*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *cuts him off. Doesn't want to hear something about how family would understand if he tried, or anything similar* I set a kid on fire, Blade.

Konrad Hess/Blade: *just blinks, but doesn't even get the 'what' or 'when' that almost comes next out*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: That day I went out on my own, when the zombie was still around. I don't... I can't even remember parts of it. I don't know if I was just hung over, or because of all that weird stuff Jester calls 'strings', or what... Too much wine, too little sense. Isn't that always the way it goes? There was a parked RV. I'm not even sure how far I walked from the hotel. It couldn't have been that far. Just some kid. Thought he was Indiana Jones, playing with a whip. And I didn't have the sense then to stay hidden.

Konrad Hess/Blade: He hit you?

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: He was playing. I didn't have any way to tell him it hurt, and... I just... *ragged breath* He couldn't have been more than nine years old...

Konrad Hess/Blade: And you don't want her to know about this?

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: She already does. Police reports were in the records she had after all the investigations in the area... like the ones that let them find Leech. Carolyn... she blames herself for things, including things she had no control over. She blamed herself for my death. *shakes head slowly* The last thing I want is for her to blame herself for what happened to that kid because I couldn't lay off the bottle. And I don't want her mixed up in any of this. By now, I'm sure she's managed to move on and put her life back together. She doesn't need killer puppets showing up on the doorstep.

Shade: *ears flat and puts his chin on the girl kitty, who pats him with a lazy gloved paw*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *sighs and just nods*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Was that all you wanted to talk about?

Konrad Hess/Blade: Ja. Torch... I'm sorry.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *takes a moment to compose himself* I have an different idea.

Konrad Hess/Blade: *can tell Torch is deliberately changing the subject, so he just listens*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: No matter how things go down, we're going to need someone around who can reach high shelves and use a telephone. *looks back with a very slight grin* You know, without anyone getting coated in flour, or trying to tap out Morse code on a speaker.

Shade: >_>;

girl kitty: *silently laughing at embarrassed Shade*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *faint smile* You want to stay like this. *when Torch doesn't immediately reply, adds* Jester isn't the only one who thought you might.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: We talked about it last night. Though that's not the only reason. *pauses and looks back toward the Black Dog, then turns to back to it* I think I might have to show you what I mean.

Konrad Hess/Blade: *a little puzzled, follows*

Shade: *suddenly trotting up from the direction of the brownstones, his lady walking beside him in a pair of sturdy boots as one front paw rests easily on the hilt of a little sword* Mow! Mrowwww! Mao! *don't forget kitty, guys!*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *doesn't immediately think of picking Shade up, still only somewhat reaccustomed to having hands*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *just scoops the cat up on his way*

girl kitty: *pauses and looks up from under the brim of her hat* *soft voice that the Nexus translates clearly* What about me, then?

Konrad Hess/Blade: *feels a little weird about this, but will carefully pick up the other cat*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *makes his way up the human-sized steps and back to the table... and promptly gives Shade the remainder of his hamburger from earlier*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *has given up on the kareoke for a while*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *puts the other very strange cat down near Shade*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *starts to ask about the Puss In Boots... then decides this falls under Nexus Things and maybe best not to ask*

Lizzie: *meanwhile, has Perked* Missy! Yer back!

girl kitty: *looks up, golden eyes dancing* Oh, did you miss me? And... wow, you've gained weight.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *sudden interest in milkshake, as he knows better than to ever get in the middle of a conversation between two women when their weight has been mentioned*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *wondering what the talk was about, but doesn't ask.*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *not really surprised Lizzie knows the talking Puss In Boots*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *doesn't mind the girls talking, since he doesn't need to interrupt them for this, to Blade* I think there's a critical flaw in the whole plan.

Lizzie: *just knocked off Missy's hat and is scolding her and shaking her head by one ear*

Missy: *protesting and complaining*

Shade: *eating burger and looking content*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *questioning look*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Hands up anyone who actually wants to die. I don't mean any 'safer for the world if we were &^%^ either'.

Shade and Lizzie: *suddenly listening to Torch*

Missy: *hopping down to get her hat and kicking Lizzie on the ankle on the way*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *when this gets a whole lot of uneasy looks, and a total of no hands going up* And there's the problem. I think you'd just end up putting yourselves to sleep, and you know why that's a bad idea.

Shade and Lizzie: *exchange a look, and then Lizzie's lifting the girl kitty back up to her chair*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *after an uneasy silence follows* I told Blade that... I'm thinking of staying like this. I know that's not an option for at least some of the rest of you, probably all of you. But it means that when this is over... when we've taken care of whoever sent that crazy woman... we'll have a few more options. If nothing else, I'll be able to guard the rest of you without having the whole 'might fall asleep' problem in my way.

Shade: *rests his chin on the table and watches Torch*

Missy: *doing the same with her elbow as she pulls a half drunk milkshake toward herself*

Lizzie: *fidgeting a bit*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *sighs* I know it's a half-%*$ed solution, but it's the best idea I've got. It's a lot better than planning on dying when none of us want to.

Shade: -Actually, not half butt. Is supposed to happen.-

Lizzie: *perks, and nods*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *still puzzling it out* You... won't be one of us any more?

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *heh* I'll always be one of you. *more serious* You're the only family I have left. And this is the best way I know to make sure nothing... dangerous happens.

Lizzie: *absently reaching over to Jester again as she sits there beside him*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *puts an arm around Lizzie* We should discuss this with Decapitron and Leech.

Shade: *looks around and then calls for Leech and Decapitron again, adding some vocal calling this time too, since he senses they're closer now* *first called while he was laying with Missy by the garden, and showed the couple where the PINpoint was stored up in the cupboard*

Lizzie: *looks around when Shade starts calling*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *still examining the PINPoint as they enter the Black Dog*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *looks for the table, hearing Shade*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *when they reach the table* Is there a problem?

Shade: -No. Um.- *looks at everyone*

Lizzie: Th' blokes jes' wanna talk stuff over 'n include yeh in it.

Missy: Goodness, this is lovely. *just finished Torch's abandoned shake*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *looks to Shade* You called them earlier?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: Yes, he did.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Sorry about that...

Shade: *perks quizzical ears* -Kitty not interrupt anything.-

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *slight smile when she sees Jester has an arm around Lizzie*

Lizzie: *doesn't notice the smile, she's offering an untouched basket of fries to the newcomers* *yes, they're still nice and warm*

André Toulon/Decapitron and Leech: *take seats, and accept the basket of fries*

Missy: *hat is hanging on the back of her chair now. She nods politely to the newcomers, and then offers the little container of malt vinegar*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *it feels weird bringing this up again, and he doesn't want misunderstandings, even ones like the one Pinhead briefly had* I'm thinking of finding a way not to change back. That way, if nothing else, there will be someone around to guard the rest of you. None of you really want to die, so I know that's not going to work, and if you end up asleep again... *scowls slightly* Someone's got to do it, and the rest of you just aren't coping too well with being like this.

Shade: -Patty not going to change back. Is in true form now.-

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *bristles at what the cat called him* Don't call me that, Shade.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *stifled snickers*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *ignoring Torch being called a girl's name for a moment to ask Shade* Do you mean he's already not going to change back?

Shade: *looks so confused as he blinks at Patrick, but then looks at Tunneler and nods*

Lizzie: *quietly, as she absently leans against Jester* We saw it when yeh first changed. Rhinox did too.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *decides to help Shade out with the confusion* -Patty is a girl's name-

Shade: *blinks at Jester now*

Lizzie: Jes', ye remember that big orange slab 'o cat we run inta th' other day when we wos ridin' th' skateboard down t' street at midnight? Th' one that's a friend 'o Shade's?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja.

Lizzie: 'At's Peaches.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: So. If that is actually his name, then it is not a problem.

Lizzie: *gently* Wot Oi'm sayin' is cats don't get it. Jes' tell 'im wot teh say instead 'o wot not teh.

Shade: o.0 -Wrong name?-

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Look... just... forget the whole name thing, ok? I'm going for a walk. *heads out*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *sigh, facepalm* Just what I was hoping to avoid.

Shade: *sad face kitty* -Bad Shade.-

Missy: *examining the other leftover basket of fries* Yes, dear, but that's why I love you.

Shade: *will just hide now*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Patty is a girl's name... and is not short for Patrick.

Shade: *invisible kitty* -Kitty not use bad name again.-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: It's not a bad name, it's just not the right name.

Lizzie: *distracted by looking toward the bar* Jes', yeh want anythin' else teh... OW! *looks under the table*

Shade: *paw bapped her hard on the leg* -Not right name.-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *jumped at that 'ow', frowns a bit* This could be more complicated than I thought

Lizzie: He don't care, Shade, so it's... *moves leg* Don't yeh hit me again.

Shade: *waves tail slowly, and then goes to see if he can't apologize to Patrick*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *to Lizzie* Are you all right?

Lizzie: Yeah. *slight scowl, though she's amused too*

Missy: *swallows her bite of fry* Shade's too soft hearted to hurt someone he loves.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinking of things to do* We should have a picture taken while we are like this- all of us. *meaning Lizzie too*

Lizzie: *perks* Oi know where th' picture booth is.

Missy: *swallows her bite of fry* Nemesis has a proper camera.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinks Lizzie has forgotten the current scale* As much fun as it would be trying to cram all of us into a picture booth at the same time, I think the second is the better option

Lizzie: *blinks, and then blushes*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *thinking about it* I'm not sure I'd fit in the picture booth just by myself...

Lizzie: *and now she's chuckling* Let's try arter we eat a bit more?

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: So we'll fit even less?

Lizzie: *grins, her eyes soft as they twinkle at her friend* No, I mean jes' you. Oi wanna picture 'o yeh.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *chuckling* Though, if we keep eating so much cake... When we change back, I wonder if I'll weigh a whole two pounds.

Missy: *snorts and looks up past Lizzie to give Jester what's plainly a grin, though done only with eyes and ears*

Lizzie: *thoughtful* Moit help witcher parachuting.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I think it would be fun to have pictures, though. We don't have any from before.

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: You can't take it with you.

Lizzie: *grins* So? *waves the credit card*

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*

a few moments later

Roach: *makes his presence known by throwing shredded paper into the air. Jabber, click, screek!*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *had been looking for him for the last three minutes, since he disappeared again* *mutters something about this making hunting Totems seem easy by comparison, and almost wishes Blade and Six-Shooter were there to help - but Blade had left early on to set up a hydroponics room and alchemy lab in the basement. And Six-Shooter had given up on Roach-Chasing and gone to take a nap before dinner*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *looks in that box, but expects Roach is already gone*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *looking at the mess and shredded boxes and scattered paper everywhere*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *faint smile at the mess* At least he's only tearing the wrappings.

Roach: *sudden squee!*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *throws a balled up piece of packing paper in direction of the squee*

Roach: *jabber scoldy! Steps into sight protecting a tiny little soft teddy bear and just GIVING Torch a piece of his mind*

Shade: *from where he's laying on his back in a heap of paper* -Heh.-

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *leans against wall with the box he was unpacking and says* How was I to know you wouldn't want to play catch?

Roach: Thrrrpt! *pat pat bear*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just laughing at this*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: I'll get the broom...

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: At least we know where he is now?

André Toulon/Decapitron: *crouches down, not too close to avoid spooking Roach, and shows what he just unpacked* Where would you like your bed?

Roach: Buh? *jabber chitter questions as he comes over to look*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *just lets him see, doesn't understand whatever language Roach is using... if it is one at all*

Roach: Bed-bed? *pats it with one small hand*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *nods* Yes. Yours.

Roach: Yours? *tips head slightly to one side*

André Toulon/Decapitron: Roach bed. *holds out the little metal frame four poster bed*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *back with the broom*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *trying to gather torn boxes into a sort of pile*

Roach: *climbs into the bed and talks to his teddy bear*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *finds the next box is more pictures and puts them on a table with the other boxes of pictures*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *finds some safe corner to tuck the bed, and Roach, into*

Shade: *mild protest at being swept, then comes over and starts untying the string off one surviving package* -Brown paper. Fruit cake?-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods* Ja, we should try to save that piece. *will help Shade with that*

Shade: *purrs as he works* -Oven smells good.-

André Toulon/Decapitron: Of course it does. Elsa is a very good cook.

Shade: -Missy good cook too.- *pulls the string loose carefully, so that it doesn't catch on the paper and tear it*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *tries to sweep up some of the rest of the mess*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *starts in on trying to hang one of those pictures up, then frowns at it, thinking* If we hang the pictures too high, they'll be hard to see later. *used to being a puppet, so knows all the various issues there*

Shade: -Is why we have more copies.-

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: It's still weird. I'll be the only one tall enough to see the ones on the walls. *even with wanting to do it, the thought that he won't change back is still odd. Especially since the others will*

Shade: -Oh well!- *sticks head in box once Jester opens it, wondering what's inside*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *chuckles* It's all right. I'm sure it will balance out when we annoy you to open doors for us. *gently teasing as he too looks in the box... but sees only the back of a furry black cat head*

Shade: *withdraws head* -Not know what is.-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *snerks* I do. *just hands box to Torch*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *looks into the box of underwear, looks a bit embarrassed, shuts the box lid and sets it down to take to his room after he's done getting this stupid picture straight*

Shade: *and then he's pulling a comic book out from under a pile of paper scraps* -Pony Princess!-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja, that's for Jia if we visit again... though, I don't know how strange it would be to visit like this.

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: It's ok, but we're too big for tea parties

Shade: *contemplates the book, and then looks up somberly*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: We shouldn't scare her too much.

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *nods* She's just a kid. She doesn't need to know about... this part of things.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Well... we might still have a chance to drop it off.

Shade: -Jia baby see LOL before.- *kitty shrug*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinks it over and nods* And she would think it is just one of those.

Shade: -Is, kinda.- *delicate nom for a bit of paper*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *sets the comic aside and starts to put pictures in one of the albums*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *leaves to put the box of underwear away, giving up on the hanging picture for now*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *looks at the picture, frowns slightly. Tries to straighten it*

Lizzie: *hurries in* Where's 'at other cookbook? *down on knees and looking*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *looks around for the bookshelf that was assembled sometime during the early parts of the Search For Roach. Finds the book and reaches to grab it and hand to Lizzie* Here.

Lizzie: *grabs the big vintage 'Joy of Cooking' book that the lady at the shop recommended as having recipes for nearly everything. Turns toward the kitchen after thanking Jester, but then pauses and peeks at him sideways*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *curious look back, wondering if there's something else*

Lizzie: *hug attack!*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *is hugged!*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *faint smile as he cleans up some boxes*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turns a bit pink... but hugs back*

Lizzie: *grins and scoots back into the kitchen, talking about macaroni and cheese and white sauce and side dishes*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead and Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *both very carefully Not Saying A Word*

Lizzie: 'Ere's th' book, Mum. The recipe'll be in 'ere.

Missy: *glances over, but then turns her attention back to making up a huge bowl of delicious salad. Is currently opening a can of baby corn, which was bought on curious impulse during their exploration of the mall earlier*

Lizzie: *glances toward the sounds of metal on metal and sees the cat using her dagger to open the can* ...Don't we got a can opener?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *looking through the drawers* I expect she'll have the can open before I find it...

Missy: *has paused and is looking at the two women curiously*

Lizzie: *also looking, and then makes an exclamation and points to the beautiful, latest model electric can opening where it's tucked snuggly beneath the upper cupboards* Oi think 'at's it.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *examines that device in slightly puzzled curiousity. Rick and Susie had bought an electric can opener a few years previously, but that one had sat on the countertop*

Lizzie: *points again, to a pamphlet tucked into a little rack near the can opener* Th' book fer it's there.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *fishes that out and has a peek inside before offering it to Missy, since she has the can*

Missy: *studies the book carefully, her mouth moving as she works out the strange shape of the letters, but then perks as she hears the Nexus translation of her own words. Looks closely at the diagrams, and is soon busy opening the can like the quick-minded feline that she is*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *checks on the turkey's progress, and starts setting the table, making sure to leave a place for Tunneler if he brings his own plate and joins them*

Missy: *looking in the opened can now* ...You eat the whole cob?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: I think so... *they look like something she's seen in stir fry before*

Missy: Hmm. Alright. *pours the water into the glass that she asked Lizzie to get for her, then carefully tips out the tiny corn cobs and chuckles as she sees the patterns formed by coloured kernels* Well this, along with the coloured lettuces, will make the salad pretty. *red leaf lettuce, oak leaf lettuce, and some cress and baby spinach. She recognizes NONE of the salad greens, but she's liking learning*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *slight giggle* After we convince the boys those purple carrots are safe.

Missy: *looks over her shoulder* Oh, those I'm used to.

Lizzie: *looking thoughtfully at the table, but now perks* Bread 'n butter?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: There are rolls, dear.

Lizzie: Oh. Well, we need butter fer the macaroni 'n cheese anyway. *goes and gets it* D'yeh know 'ow t' do white sauce, Mum?

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *nods* Yes

Lizzie: *offers her the recipe book, turned to the right page* *hopeful grin. Lizzie has NO idea what to do with this*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *will just smile at her* Do you want me to show you?

Lizzie: *thinks about it, and then looks interested* Alright.

Missy: *soft chuckle as she looks through the door and sees a wisp of Shade tail going past*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *will settle in to carefully showing Lizzie how to do this*

living room

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *back to hanging pictures*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *helping with that, now that most of the mess is cleaned up*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead and Hans Seiderman/Jester: *putting photos in album*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *reorganizing the books they'd quickly stuck on shelves when unpacking... and keeping a discreet watch on Roach*

Roach: *issa sleeping!*

Shade: *finds a book in the last of the paper and brings it over, dragging it like a big kill but managing not to leave any tooth marks on it*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *spots this and will give Shade a pat for retrieving it*

Shade: -Dickens? Kitty like Dickens.-

André Toulon/Decapitron: Yes... *goes to put it away. It's a little funny to think they mostly bought human-sized books, but over time they've gotten accustomed to reading from books much bigger in comparison to their own scale*

Shade: *sits and looks at the shelf* -Which Dickens, Opa?-

André Toulon/Decapitron: *checks the title again* "Our Mutual Friend"

Shade: *perks right up* -Kitty likes that Dickens!-

André Toulon/Decapitron: Perhaps we'll read it later, then.

Konrad Hess/Blade: *taking a break from things in the basement, now that the plants are somewhat settled and the lab equipment is at least sorted*

Konrad Hess/Blade: *goes into the room the others are in, looks around* Where's Six-Shooter?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: He went to take a nap before dinner.

Konrad Hess/Blade: And Lizzie? *can guess Leech is making dinner*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I believe Leech is showing her how to cook.

Shade: -Yup. Lizzie baby do good job.- *busy loving on the corner of the bookshelf and purring like small thunder*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *mutters a not particularly nice word* Why is there always one picture that just doesn't want to hang straight?

Shade: *looks up, and then the picture's sparkling*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: Thanks, Shade

Shade: *as the sparkles die away* -Welcome!- *more loving on bookcase and purring*

Roach: *suddenly in motion* *jabbers as he runs over and grabs at the corner of a game box holding a Chinese checkers set* Pay! Pay!

Shade: *pause* -...Play?-

Roach: Uh huh! *jumps up and down*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *unlike some of the others, actually recognizes the game, goes to sit on the floor now that the pictures are done* Sure...

Shade: *abandons books to hurry over* -Pat make game ready?-

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *nods and starts setting the board up, noting it's a wooden set with largish pegs instead of the marbles he expected. Which is just as well, given the chaos Jester could cause if he got his hands on marbles.*

Shade: *looks at Jester and the others* -More come play?-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *shrugs and leaves off with the album* Why not... *but is going to need a look at the rules*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *sits down to play, too*

Roach: *decides to sit on Tunneler as he eagerly watches the game getting set up*

Shade: *laying and purring as he too waits* -Kitty play green?-

Konrad Hess/Blade: *decides to play as well*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *has settled into a chair with a book instead*

Roach: Pay. *happy jabbering*

Shade: -Who go first?-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *trying to think how to decide that, remembers they also got some DnD dice* We could dice roll for it... *looks for where the dice went*

Shade: *scoots and comes back with the big dice. Sends it rolling*

Roach: *puzzled scowl. Looks around at the big peeps to make sure what the fuzzy guy is doing is okay*

later

Shade: *as he carefully nibbles his dessert* -And then Roach baby get on board and go. NO PASS! Kitty laugh too hard.-

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *once he can manage to stop laughing long enough to talk, says* I wonder if they make little bitty Gandalf costumes for Halloween?

Lizzie: Yup. Oi've seen 'em fer smaller blokes 'n Roach. *studies a strawberry with curious interest*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *thinks he probably won't want to bother with Halloween for a few years. He's spent over a decade 'dressed up' as something weird, and it might take a while to get used to being himself again*

Roach: *jabbers in response to his name, and then goes back to clicking at his energon animal crackers as he sits pretty in the beautiful little wooden doll high chair that was bought for him at the mall*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *just gives this a smile. But now that she's more certain the new 'baby' really IS a baby she's going to be a lot more careful to make sure he's not left unattended. Which she knows could get problematic with what they still have to do*

Lizzie: *bites strawberry. Meeps as she winds up with juice going down her chin* 'Ow th'... it don' even got no skin teh pop!

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *offers her a napkin*

Lizzie: *thanks him and wipes her face, then checks her shirt and grouches as she pushes her chair back* 'Scuse me. Oi gotta go fix sommat. *sets the berry down*

Shade: *quizzical look for Lizzie, and then looks to his wife, who shrugs with puzzlement*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *also unsure as to why Lizzie's angry, but is busy helpfully putting empty dishes in the sink*

Lizzie: *heads out of the room. Is heard going down the stairs a few moments later, and then when she comes back she's wearing a different shirt under her leather corset* *grumbles all the way back*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *taking his own plate back to the other kitchen*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *watching Roach and making sure the little guy doesn't drop any cookies playing with them*

Roach: *clicks with each hop that he makes a cookie do, and then tosses it into his half empty bowl and laughs before tipping his head back to look at Leech. Ate half of what he was given, and is full, happy, and ready to visit now*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *smiles and will give the little phone a careful pat on the head*

Roach: *gleeful storm of clicks, chirps, and bits of ringtones*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *chuckles at this*

Lizzie: Wot're yeh doin', yeh lil' scrap? *grins quizzically at the little transformer as she checks her seat before sitting again*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: Roach is really a baby, isn't he? Who's going to watch a baby when we go back?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Well, Lauren isn't dead yet, and she's as much trouble sometimes.

Shade: *intent on his plate* -Kitty have babysitter here. Bring baby after blick stop hitting fan.-

André Toulon/Decapitron: That might be for the best.

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *nods, but pets little Roach again*

Roach: *reaches up and catches the nice lady's hand with both his small ones. Tries to pull himself up out of his chair by it, but Lizzie tied him in. Angry little sounds*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *reaches to untie him so she can pick him up*

Roach: *instantly happy again, and softly playing her some German heavy metal*

Lizzie: *gives him a disbelieving look over the last bite of her strawberry*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *has returned after putting his plate away*

Lizzie: *checks her plate, and then looks up and asks to be excused from the table. Did this earlier at the mall food court too*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *just nods* Go on, dear.

Lizzie: *grins, and then the grin widens a bit when she sees how cute Roach looks where he's clinging to Leech's hand and cuddling it* *gets up and brings her plate to the sink to rinse it before putting it into the washer*

Erstwhile puppets: *talking quietly about various plan details- whether the police might end up looking for Peter, how to best snoop into things without official nuisance, how to make sure Lauren wasn't targeted as well just for knowing them, etc*

Shade: *looks up from washing his plate and licks his lips* *thoughtfully* -Babies think Lauren miss them?-

Konrad Hess/Blade: She might, but...

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: I'd be more worried about her being the one to find... well, any bodies.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *a nod* And if Sutekh is involved somehow, she could end up in the hospital again.

Shade: *looks up worriedly* -If her in danger, kitty will get. Otherwise kitty sits and waits for babies.-

Lizzie: 'E means it's all yer show. But if yeh want 'im teh get th' lady 'e will.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: That's just it. We don't know if she is.

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: She knows about us. But that woman that came, she's dead now. So she can't go after Lauren. But we don't think she was alone. Peter heard someone else, but they got away.

Shade: Hrrrrm.

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *bit of a frown* We've been here for about two years, I think. If time's passing at home, then we're already too late. And if not, she's just as safe there as here.

Shade: -Yup.- *his plate is suddenly on the floor, and then he jumps down from his chair and pushes it over toward the dishwasher with his head*

Missy: *shakes her head at uncooth husband*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: It... doesn't feel right to me to think that... that things have changed while we were gone. I know it sounds silly, and possibly arrogant... but... Sometimes it just feels like that winter hasn't ended. That it never will until... things are finished. *knows that could also be interpreted other ways, as an aspect of loss, but isn't sure how else to put it*

Shade: *comes back and rubs against Jester's leg, purring thunder*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just picks up and hugs Shade*

André Toulon/Decapitron: We should plan for either possibility.

Konrad Hess/Blade: I suppose the best we can do is hope we don't return and find we've missed a couple centuries instead of a couple of years.

Missy: Mercy forbid. The Nexus doesn't work that extremely. *thoughtful look, and then hops down and walks over to put a hopeful paw on Jester's leg and purr softly herself*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: I think I'm gonna turn in. See you in the morning.

Lizzie: *looks out the window, where dusk is just starting to gather, then looks at Six-Shooter with concern* Yeh alright, gramps?

John Wade/Six-Shooter: Just fine, Miss Lizzie. But it's been a long day.

Lizzie: Awww. *gets up and goes over to him, lifting and handing Missy to Jester along the way around the table*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *can't actually pet now due to armloads of large cats*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *already got up from the table, was just waiting*

Lizzie: *give the old Texan an impudent grin, and then gives him a gentler version of the squishes she's wont to do*

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *hugs back* See you in the morning, Miss Lizzie

Lizzie: *looks up with another grin* Oi wanna ride in yer chest pocket after Opa's done upgradin' me.

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *chuckles and gives her a pat on the head* We'll see.

Lizzie: *snuggles close with a sigh, and then lets him go* Yeh gonna sleep in 'at chair again?

John Wade/Six-Shooter: *nods*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *also out of her chair, still holding onto Roach as she sees about getting dishes in sink and things cleaned up*

André Toulon/Decapitron: *goes with Blade to get a look at the alchemy setup*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *now giving the dishwasher uncertain looks, as she's never used one*

Lizzie: *patpats Six-Shooter* Well 'ave a good sleep. *dark eyes twinkle and soften* Luv yeh. *then turns to see if Leech needs help with dishes, or Jester needs help with cats*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *not sure about helping with dishes because he tends to get in the way. Is uncertain as to what to do now*

Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler: *slips off on his own again*

Patrick Bramwell/Torch: *decides to go to bed, too*

Lizzie: *patpats Six-Shooter* Well 'ave a good sleep. *dark eyes twinkle and soften* Luv yeh. *then turns to see if Leech needs help with dishes, or Jester needs help with cats*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *trying to explain the dishwasher around an armload of large cats* *could definitely use help*

Lizzie: *gets a Missy. Transfers her to Pinhead. Comes back and gets a Shade, transfers him to Pinhead. Back to Jester and Leech!* Okay now... *grin*

Herman Strauss/Pinhead: *can cuddle cats!*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *is relieved. Had thought it might be rude to just put them down, but they were seriously heavy!*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *still not sure about the dishwasher. But if it means she doesn't have to wash them by hand, will give it a try*

Lizzie: These go 'ere. 'N these... *starts showing the older woman how to load a dishwasher*

Roach: *sleeping and making tiny electronic sounds not unlike the sounds a sleeping chick makes as he clings to Leech's hand*

Elsa Toulon/Leech: *trying to follow instructions one-handed*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *helps so the baby doesn't get disturbed*

Lizzie: *also helping as she instructs without getting in the way of the other two. But then she pauses and looks around as the front doorbell sounds* Now who could 'at be?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I'll go find out. *heads for the door* *slightly suspicious of having company*

guy: *standing on the doorstep and looking toward another unit in the row house complex. Is a hulking, seven foot tall, scaly fellow with wings, a tail, and horns on his face and nose. When he turns his head toward the opening door Jester will be able to see that he's the 'Scott' that Lizzie deliberately dropped some of her ice cream onto from an upper mall level earlier in the day* *golden eyes are friendly as he holds out a box* The clean up service at the water park asked me to bring you guys your swim suits, since I'm your neighbour.

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.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinks it over, finally chalks it up to weird nexus stuff* Most of the patrons were probably dolls always, like Lizzie. ...Is there really not so much difference?

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*

Lizzie: Did you do this!? *pulls towel off to scowl from beneath hair that's now tousled up in every direction*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: No, I did not... I'm just relieved it wasn't something nasty

Lizzie: *frowns* Oh. ...'Oo else plays pranks?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I have no idea. *realizing that doesn't look good for him, even if this time he really didn't do it!*

Lizzie: *snorts and pitches the towel over a chair back, and then reaches up for glasses* *mutters about "darn cat" as she does*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Shade did this? *decides to look for extra soda, in case one bottle is not enough.*

Lizzie: Yeah. Shade did it. *watches him look*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: He had better hope I do not dress him up while he is napping and take pictures. I almost thought there was a totem in the cabinet.

Lizzie: *snerks* Good luck catchin' a mooncat sleepin'. *has two glasses*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *notes there aren't any more sodas. Wonders if they should take some ice in the glasses since the one soda they have is bound to be a little warm*

Lizzie: *already over there playing with the fridge's ice maker*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *had been looking for trays...*

Lizzie: *looks up and sees his expression* Wot's wrong?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Nothing, it is just... So many little things change.

Lizzie: Loik wot? *offers him one of the iced glasses*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I was looking for the ice cubes in trays, not coming out of the refrigerator like that

Lizzie: Ohhhh. *looks at the ice maker and pokes it* Yeah, Oi kinda remember ice cube trays.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *looks at the funny shaped ice, so much for calling it 'cubes' now* Part of it is missing almost half a century, when we were asleep before Gallagher found us, and part is... just time. It's the little things that change that feel the strangest now. It does not feel so strange as a puppet, because most of those things... aren't things we would notice very much. But like this, it is easier to see the differences.

Lizzie: *slight frown as she thinks about this. And then her brow clears as she thinks she has a good response* *hug!*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *hugs back* We should find that ginger ale before the ice melts. There aren't any more left.

Lizzie: Torch 'n the others got 'em. *lets go the hug and grins up at him, ready to go when he does*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *starts heading to his room* *pauses and reaches for Lizzie's hand with the one not holding a glass of ice*

Lizzie: *dimpled smile, and then twinkles mischief as she goes up on her toes to try and give him another peck*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *this time sees it coming and freezes, almost dropping the glass he's holding. Surely they shouldn't do anything like this! ...Leans down and kisses back*

Lizzie: *little squeak of surprise, and then she's grinning up at him as she blushes*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *turning all pink again too*

Lizzie: *bashful now, though still smiling. Will tug him toward his room*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *doesn't need tugged that much, but will look for the soda when they arrive. Soon finds it sitting pretty much where he left it*

Lizzie: *plunks down on a pillow on the floor, folding her legs in a ladylike way* Don' shake it.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *chuckles* I do know what that does. *carefully opens the soda*

Lizzie: Ever dropped Mentos inta cola? *mischief!*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Shaking up all the drinks used to be one of the things we would sneak and try to do when trying to chase off Lauren's boyfriends. *pours drink into both their glasses* No. That I have not tried.

Lizzie: *tells him all about a show that Shade took her to once, which was all about artistic fountains of cola brought about by the addition of Mentos*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *thinks that sounds... very strange and messy*

Lizzie: 'N some 'o 'em were lit up. *chuckles. Had clearly enjoyed the odd show. Then blinks and holds her glass out toward him*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *will refill it, and his own* So... what did you think of... today?

Lizzie: *thinks as she sips, and then makes a slight face* Wos fun, but Oi'll be glad teh be meself again.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *nods* For myself and the others, I think we will always be both in many ways.

Lizzie: *chuckles. Takes another sip of her drink and then burps softly and gives a blushing apology*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile, and reaches to brush at some of Lizzie's blue hair* ... I think you misunderstood me, when I asked what it was like to always be a doll. *bit of a chuckle* Not that I would wish for this day not to have happened.

Lizzie: *reaches up to catch his hand and then snuggles it against her cheek* Even th' part where yeh hadta fish me outta 'at deep pool under th' twister slide?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *laughs* Even the part where I had to fish you out of that pool.

Lizzie: *rubs her cheek on his hand and then lets it go* Poor Six-Shooter looked so scared.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *bit of a smile* He will survive. We all will, it is what we do. ...Which is, in a way, what I was really trying to ask you about.

Lizzie: *lifts her brows at him over her, inviting him to explain*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Before we came here, the only things we knew of like us were either empty like the Totems or Homunculi. Or they were people who had used magic to cheat death. We all died before we became what we are. We're alive, but... it's easy to think of our lives as being over, at least for ourselves. That we are still here only to fulfil the purpose we're needed for. But then I met you. You weren't turned into a doll, you have always been one. That is your life. It's made me think things that... I don't yet know how to make sense of.

Lizzie: *lowers her glass, her lightly tinted lips curving slightly into a little smile* Wot sort 'o things?

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *blushes a bit* Things that... I don't know if it's proper for me to think. Lizzie... I love you. ...Is that even allowed for dolls?

Lizzie: *blink blink* 'Course it is! *then realizes what he said and squeals softly before hiding her face on her pillow*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *isn't sure what to think of that reaction, just blushes more*

Lizzie: *gets control of herself and takes a deep breath, then looks up from where she's now laying on her tummy and hugging the pillow* *quietly* 'O course it's allowed, Jes'.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: ... And it would be allowed for puppets? Even ones that were not always puppets? *bit of a shy hopeful smile*

Lizzie: It's alright fer other folk 'at started out somethin' else. *dark eyes so serious as she hides her face partially on the pillow and looks at him*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: How many of those died? *because that's the bit he still gets hung up on sometimes. It's hard to just write it off with an "I got better", except as a joke*

Lizzie: Most've 'em.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *blinks, is actually a bit surprised by that*

Lizzie: Some Oi know 'o woz changed by wishes, but most 'o th' changed Oi know died first. Oppy did.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: ... Things here are very strange.

Lizzie: *softly* Most those as woz changed don't live 'ere.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Well, 'here' as in anywhere we've seen since... all of this. It's like the rules were changed on us. But I guess it's more that we didn't know all the rules. That's why I asked you about being a doll. I don't know what it means to... be what I normally am, to be like you normally are... and to accept that as living instead of thinking of it as... as an artificial extension of something that ended.

Lizzie: *promptly* Means yer story ain't done yet, 'n ain't loikly teh be fer a long time teh come.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: I would hope so. Living tends to become a habit. *chuckles and adds* Though, by now anyone I knew from Berlin who made it to Heaven instead of becoming a puppet would have to think I've gone the other way, since I have not arrived yet.

Lizzie: *thoughtful look* Some as started out 'uman figure part 'o 'em's gone on already.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *finds that idea somewhat disturbing* I... don't think I would be comfortable thinking that.

Lizzie: *softly, her eyes dropping to the pillow* Oi know part 'o me's gone on.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *very confused by this* But you were always a doll, ja? How could that be?

Lizzie: Oi woz part 'o me Ma. Woz 'er love as brung me alive as much as 'at wish.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *not sure what to say to that, will just reach to pull Lizzie into a hug*

Lizzie: *snuggles close and hides her face against him as she's wont to do* *quietly and certainly, without sadness* Come th' big end, Oi'll see 'er again.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: Ja. I'm sure you will.

Lizzie: *quiet chuckle* *still speaking against his chest* 'Cos Oi ain't never gonna choose teh die. Oi'm stayin' fer th' whole story!

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *chuckles* And then we will have to put up with both our mothers, having tea and trading embarrassing baby stories.... that is, if you ever had embarrassing baby stories.

Lizzie: *lifts her head and looks up at him, and her eyes are just alight with mischief and laughter*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *grins, half teasing* Did you? Or do I have to look forward to being embarrassed all by myself?

Lizzie: Oi plead th' fifth! *hides face against him, her shoulders shaking with laughter*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *laughing too, and trying to be quiet about it since at least some of the others have probably gone to bed by now*

Shade: *lazily, from wherever he's currently laying and purring, shows Jester the day that Lizzie ran around in a certain famous music star's dressing room and scared the man so badly that he never abused drugs or alcohol again as long as he lived*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *just snickers a bit more, but the amusement at the content is a bit affected by the reminder of constantly evesdropping psychic cat... a thought that has him blushing again*

Shade: -No! Kitty not always looking. Kitty can hear not look!-

Lizzie: *laughing now* Shade sez Oi better tell yeh 'at Oi told 'im teh tell yeh that.

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *chuckles* I think I know now why Rick and Susie wanted time without us around... *though the chuckle fades as he remembers what that lead to*

Lizzie: *big hug. And then a squeak as she yawns against his chest*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *there isn't a clock in this room, but maybe that's best. Is a bit sleepy himself, but still trying to stay up past midnight. Ends up blushing again though at the thought that this is probably nearly as improper as sleeping beside her. Or it would have been decades ago. Maybe it's past time he caught up with the times in more ways than just music and TV shows picked up from their time with Rick*

Lizzie: *snuggles and murmurs, her eyes slipping shut*

Hans Seiderman/Jester: *looks down at her, nonplussed. Doesn't want to disturb her, but on the other hand this could get awkward* *decides he'll just have to be sure to stay awake. It can't be that much longer...* *dozes off a moment later at about 15 till midnight*

Shade: *comes and peeks a little later on his rounds of the house. Perks ears and looks satisfied at sight of the little wooden doll cuddled in the front of the sleeping young man's shirt, then turns and trots away to see if Tunneller's come off his chocolate rush yet*

random_xtras - Lizzie, Missy, Roach, Scott, Shade

whitedove01s - André Toulon/Decapitron, Elsa Toulon/Leech, Hans Seiderman/Jester, Herman Strauss/Pinhead, John Wade/Six-Shooter, Joseph Sabenstein/Tunneler, Patrick Bramwell/Torch

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