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MAVRIK: -It's very late into the evening, most shops and stores on the station are already shut down or in the end process of closing, and the only transportalizers left running are the few 24 hour ones.-

MAVRIK: -There is hardly anyone left walking about, and as the slow trickle of employees from the Silvah dollar exits the building there is a deep quiet. But before the owner has had the time to leave or lock the doors, a figure is melting out of the shadows and slipping into the restaurant.-

MAVRIK: -The hood of his sweatshirt is drawn but there is no disguising his horns or the cracks running along one of them. Mavrik might look rather sinister with his eye patch and his hands stuffed into his pockets if it wasn't for his twitchy appearance and the way it seemed like it was impossible for him to focus in one area of space. This whole place reeked of troll and disgusting cooked food. But focus, he had to focus. He's here to see silvah.-

SILVAH: -Silvah's not hard to find on such a small station, especially since Mavrik ought to be aware of the troll's fairly predictable routine of being the last one out the door, closing up shop and making the lazy walk to either the transportalizer pad back to Skaia or the shuttle depending on his mood and the convenience of either option. It's the end of a pretty busy day, so he's sweaty and dirt tired. All the lights have been turned off but just as he's going to lock up, he rounds the corner and is momentarily startled by Mavrik's sudden appearance. After days and days of hearing nothing but rumor of the ugly fight, and after all the tension his conversations with Ryan and Jack have been building up in his mind....it's almost surreal. But he relaxes slightly and at least puts on a welcoming face.-

SILVAH: Didn't expect t' be seein ya back here

SILVAH: -He scratches the back of his neck thoughtfully.- Thought ya'd be planet-hoppin by now. MAVRIK: -His eye is locked on Silvah, intense and cold. Not like the usual grumpy look he wore before, Mavrik looks like his mind is distant.-

MAVRIK: Mhm.

MAVRIK: I came by to get my last paycheck.

SILVAH: -Lets out a big sigh....- Alright. Yer entitled t' it.

SILVAH: I'm....mighty fuckin sorry things turned out this way. I wouldn't a let him hurt ya if I'd been there.

SILVAH: An' he's not allowed around here no more, y'know. MAVRIK: -Grunts and shrugs rather sharply, his whole body is stiff and tense.- Shit happens.

MAVRIK: This was always going to end up a limited gig. All my jobs always do.

MAVRIK: I just need the money and I'll be out-- -Suddenly looks to his left and jolts at nothing visible. There are a lot of smells in here, a lot of lingering essences of people who have been through the building today. Its like a constant assault on his nose and eyes. Too much really. He has slept in a few days, hasn't eaten in longer. Hes becoming delirious.- SILVAH: -Gives him a long, searching look. While he's looking, he investigates Mavrik's emotions and feels the odd intensity and desperation and hunger coming off him in waves. It doesn't bode well. He turns to walk away towards his office where he keeps the payroll....but hesitates.- Y' aren't lookin' too good, man.

SILVAH: Do ya need help? Money? I mean besides yer paycheck, that is. Place t' stay?

SILVAH: -The things Jack said about Mavrik, what he's capable of keep cycling through his mind. He can't help but think there has to be something he can say or do stop it.-

MAVRIK: -He watches Silvah move across the room, as if he's anticipating some sort of sudden movement from him.-

MAVRIK: No, I just want what I haven't been paid yet. I don't need your money just mine.

MAVRIK: I'm fine. Perfectly fine. SILVAH: Look, ....I know a fucked up situation when I see it. I ain't blind. Just got one functionin' peeper. Like yerself currently.

SILVAH: I can tell yer scared and ya ain't firin' all cylinders. Apt to do somethin' regrettable.

SILVAH: But it don't have t' be that way.

MAVRIK: -He is listening to silvah talk, and seemingly still neutral up until he mentions mavrik doing something "regrettable" then all bets are off, and Mavrik goes entirely rigid. Hardly even breathing for a short time.- ...........

MAVRIK: "Regrettable." -Repeats it with a rumbling growl in the back of his throat. And odd choice of words. Jack had attacked him for something he hadn't done, would he have told silvah? What if silvah also believed him capable of those things was he being paranoid? How much did Silvah know about him?? Jack knew plenty what if he told.-

MAVRIK: What am I doing that's regrettable? What doesn't have to be what way?? Hm?? HM??!

MAVRIK: I'm doing fuck all, I'm not scared of anything I'm FINE!! -Steps suddenly towards Silvah, hissing loudly, before he comes back to his senses again and backs down.- ..... SILVAH: -Uh oh. Silvah doesn't need complex math equations to know he made a bad call by trying to appeal to Mavrik. For a moment all he can do is blink in surprise at Mavriks sudden spike in paranoia and hostility, and for the first time he feels the madness too- which comes in a cocktail of potent emotions that make his head spin. The situation obviously isn't as manageable as he first thought. He has to be careful. Very careful. He makes his voice sound worried, but still relaxed and soothing.- Now I don't know nothin about any a that. I was just sorta speakin in general terms . Relax would ya? I'm gonna go get your pay check an then if ya still wanna talk about this yer welcome t it. -He just casually as can be starts walking to his office.- MAVRIK: -Relax.... he could do that, he could relax... maybe.-

MAVRIK: -He takes a few deep breaths, picking up on that forced calm Silvah has and trying to do the same for himself.- Okay... y-yeah okay.

MAVRIK: -His eyes follow silvah as he shuffles over to the counter to wait. This just felt dangerous to him, going to a less populated area, no where to hide, and silvah might very well know what he is.-

SILVAH: -He does go and grab Mavrk's paycheck as he said, his mind racing the whole time while his body leisurely strolls....but while in the sanctity of his office, he makes sure to equip his armkind . One twist of the wrist and he'll have his weapon at the ready- literally at hand. Just a little insurance policy. In case Mavrik actually is as crazy as Silvah thinks he is. Text from his conversation with Jack is scrolling over and over again in his head, especially the end bit. He's too far gone. Silvah still doesn't know if that's true....Not for sure. But he has a bad feeling about all this now. The sooner he has Mavrik out of his resturaunt, the sooner he can actually do something about it. He approaches the counter and slides the paycheck over to him wordlessly, along with a few extra hundred dollar bills. Maybe all he really needs is money. It's possible right? That's what most people need.-

SILVAH: ...Well I was closin up when ya came. Think I'm gonna head out now.

SILVAH: Take care a yourself. MAVRIK: -When Silvah comes back out Mavrik snaps back to attention, having previously been hunched over the counter top staring at nothing. He looks up at Silvah, then down at the check and money before snatching it up checking to be sure it was signed and then tucking it away for safety. Suddenly he felt some relief wash over him, just these few hundred dollars extra meant maybe he could keep further in reality, further from daily feeling like he was dying. Mavrik lets out a sigh.- .............. Thank you.

MAVRIK: And.

MAVRIK: I............ I never wanted it to go that way. With Ryan's friend. That guy.

MAVRIK: I wasnt what he said I was. SILVAH: -It's impossible for Silvah not to keep feeling sympathy for Mavrik, despite all the evidence piling up against him. Silvah in that moment genuinley hopes the poor guy will take the money and run. Find somewhere to be happy- or at least less miserable. Not hurt anyone or be hurt by anyone. Silvah just nods and strides slowly towards the door.- not trusting himself to say much more without upsetting him again- ...I know. -He wants to believe it. But he's not sure.-

MAVRIK: Mhm.

MAVRIK: But I'm running out of options. And chances. If he said anything to you, if Ryan said anything to you...

MAVRIK: Silvah I've always hated every single troll with a burning rage you cannot even fathom... -Turns his head and stares at Silvah as he starts moving towards the door.- But you cut me some slack when I needed it so I'll give you a heads up.

MAVRIK: Stay off of Lauctis. And if I ever see your face again there wont be a second time. -He needs to protect himself, and if that means pulling intimidation tactics so be it.

SILVAH: -Silvah's been doing a pretty good job of keeping his cool this whole time....but the blatant threat startles him and gives him pause,. His skin prickles like the temperature in the room dropped several degrees. It's kind of ridiculous in a way- the giant military trained troll that he is, being intimidated by a tiny thing like Mavrik. But it's not really Mavrik himself that gives him this creepy feeling but the malice in his voice. Once Silvah hears that, feels the intensity of that hatred...towards all trolls, .all the doubts in his mind are swept away. He has to get out of here and find a way to help. Even trying to postpone the music festival would be a start. Instead of turning around and talking to him again...he just keeps walking. But faster than before.- MAVRIK: -Ah. There it is. That spike of fear clear as day and absorbing Silvah in a whole new shade. He knew it. Mavrik fucking knew it. Any other person would be confused, maybe a little nervous from the death threat but look at him Silvah was a tank? Why would he be this nervous of a guy half his size. Silvah knows something is up.-

MAVRIK: -When Silvah doesnt even so much as respond and starts walking, Mavrik shoves off from the counter top and swiftly follows at his heels.- I thought you were interested in talking before. What suddenly happened to change that. SILVAH: -FUCKIN HELL, he's on to me. Silvah wonders whether it would be be better to stop and try to stall him or just make a break for it. Silvah's not the fastest person in the world, that's for damn sure....But maybe intimidation can go both ways? Just relying on instinct, he whirls around, clicking his arm into place as he turns and suddenly there's a sort of strange looking gun where his arm would be, pointing at Mavrik point blank.- Death threats don't tend t' make me too conversational, my friend.

SILVAH: Go on. Take the money 'n go on t' Lauctis and we needn't trouble eachother no more. MAVRIK: -GUN ARM!!-

MAVRIK: ................. -He stares down the barrel of where Silvah's hand used to be and internally sweats. His outward expression straining to not look fearful while a good two thirds of his own instincts tell him to flee the scene. But what use is running for self preservation if Silvah can go and tell some sort of lawful official that could start a manhunt for his ass?-

MAVRIK: -His hands twitch at his sides.- You... You dont have the nerve to fire that weapon. -steps closer just to test it.- SILVAH: -Growls when he steps closer. It's a VERY LOUD growl, like a motor revving.- Wrong. I don't wanna fire this weapon. But I will if I have to so mind your p's and q's. -He starts backing off towards the door, just interested in getting more space between he and Mavrik.- MAVRIK: -He jumps at the growl backing up again several paces, but rather then the growl completely scaring him off it just makes Mavrik raise his metaphorical hackles.-

MAVRIK: -He hisses back at him.- NO YOU WONT!!! -His gaze suddenly darts to the table next to him, Mavrik may not have super strength, but he does have enough muscle to lift and flip it towards Silvah. Get wrecked.- SILVAH: -The table never makes contact, but it does surprise Silvah into firing the gun- which turns out to actually be some kind of plasma-based blaster that basically melts the table away into pieces and dust, grinding out a stream of filthy curses under breath as he stumbles a bit, while also trying making a dive to dart out the door.- MAVRIK: -J E S U S-

MAVRIK: -He is very glad that table wasn't him, but in the time it took Silvah to demolish the table, Mavrik has skittered off and jumped onto one of the booth tables. What he might not have in size or muscle he makes up for in agility, which he demonstrates by jumping off the surface to launch himself onto Silvah's back before he can get out the door.-

MAVRIK: -Hes snarling and wide eyed, practically feral and giving into his natural urge to defend himself combined with his dangerous above average aggression. Silvah can try to throw him off but unfortunately before he can get the chance something even worse takes place. The smell of Silvah's skin so close to him... Mavrik can practically taste the sweet metallic taste of blood from memory alone and never before has it been so overwhelming that Mavrik felt as though he was practically blacking out from the scent alone.-

MAVRIK: -He doesnt even remember thinking about it first, doesn't remember doing it, but quite suddenly Mavrik opens up his mouth and sinks razor sharp fangs through Silvah's clothes and into the back of the trolls Shoulder.- SILVAH: -He doesn't yell, or scream, but let's out a furious roar of pain once he feels that swift, vicious bite that seems to cut so easily into his naturally tough seadweller hide- like the sharpest knife ever. Even if he knew that Mavrik had already gotten what he wanted, at this point he wouldn't care- his blood is up now. Since he can't reach Mavrik to shoot him, instead he rolls, slinging the creature pretending to be a troll to the floor and tying to slam his entire massive weight down on top of him.- MAVRIK: -Its like spooking a horse or any large animal, they try to crush you. Mavrik is too caught up in the rewarding buzzing through his skull from having started chewing on Silvah back, he wouldn't say each blood caste had their own unique flavor but it does taste just a little bit sweeter knowing how high up on the spectrum Silvah is.-

MAVRIK: -Not that he gets much time to savor it, Mavrik is brought back to his frazzled senses when quite suddenly his body hits the floor and there is a tremendous weight on him thats threatening to crush his already still damaged ribs to dust, he is certain one of them just completely broke given the sudden pain in his right side. Mavrik shrieks and tries thrashing and clawing to get his way out, he cant breathe with Silvah on top of him and the pain from his ribcage is growing.- SILVAH: Filthy. Cuntin'. Traitor! -He spits at the impact- the shrieks from Mavrik only intensifies his rage. His eyes are blood-shot and rimmed with purple. Here comes the gun, directly following it, the steel barrel aimed right at Mavrik's mouth which is currently stained purple with his blood. Silvah doesn't dare fire it since the plasma splash would hit him too at this range, but it makes a decent blundgeoning weapon in a pinch.- MAVRIK: -For a brief and terrifying moment Mavrik actually thinks Silvah might just shoot him in the head, but getting slugged in the mouth with the gun hand hardly feels better in the moment. He takes the shot right to his jaw and feels the crack resulting from it.-

MAVRIK: -He chokes on a yelp and wrestles to get his hands up to try and grab hold of the blunt weapon being waved in his face, all while turning to spit out a combination of Silvah's blood, his own, and bits of crushed molar.- SILVAH: -Given that it's his arm, Silvah has a much better grip on it and easily yanks it out of Mavrik's flailing hands, breathing heavily as blood spills from his shoulder in a hot gush. But instead of hitting him again, he twists at the base of his wrists again, and suddenly in place of the blaster is a blade- some kind of cutlass.- MAVRIK: -This was quickly becoming a bad fight for Mavrik, as the hands change he cant decide which attachment is worse. Gun or sword.-

MAVRIK: -It doesnt matter though because he wont willingly stick around to find out. Mavrik brings up his knees and attempts to drive his heels into Silvah's stomach as hard as he can.- GET!!! OFF!!! SILVAH: -The kick makes impact and while it doesn't manage to push Silvah completely off, it does stun him for a moment, causing him to rear back. If Mavrik is quick he might be able to squirm away before Silvah savagely brings the cutlass slashing down for a killing blow.-

MAVRIK: -He is seizing the moment and scrambling as fast as he can out from under Silvah. He almost falls flat on his face again in the process of standing up but once hes on his feet Mavrik makes a mad dash for the door. His heart beat is pounding in his ears, blood rushing, pulse rapid. All factors that make him run as fast as his quick legs can carry him.- SILVAH: Ss...son of a bitch.....-His breaths are coming in heavy puffs as he tries to drag himself to his feet again. The blood-rage is certainly strong enough that he would've gone chasing after Mavrik to finish the job despite the small chance of being able to catch up to him...but as his head clears and his heartbeat slows he realizes that they've been rolling around in a pool of his thick, purple blood and it's everywhere- on everything- soaking into his clothes, shining black in the moonlight. Mavrik's teeth were longer and sharper than Silvah ever gave them credit for- they must've hit a vein or an artery. Or something. Medicine isn't his forte. He can't even see the wound since it's at the back of his shoulder but he knows it's deep. He's begining to feel lightheaded. With a low groan, he grips a nearby table leg and drags himself to his feet, unaware that within the next couple minutes the first signs of the infection will begin to show themselves, unware that his mind is already not his own.-

#in which silvah gets bitten #mavrik #silvah balila #ip log #parasite plot

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- piquantPicaroon [PP] began trolling invincibleDetective [ID] at 21:16 -- PP: Hey. PP: So you're the dude that beat up my busboy. PP: I mean. I already met ya a couple times. But we've never really talked. PP: It's Silvah. ID: I'm aware. ID: To what do I owe displeasure? PP: Well. You beat up my damn busboy. PP: An I wanna hear an explaination. PP: An also Ryan kinda told me your reasoning. PP: I wanna see if there's some validity to that. ID: The explanation is simple if you're aware of the context. I assume you are. ID: Seem to know a lot going into this conversation. ID: But not enough. PP: Well. It's not the content I'm decidin whether or not I ought to be beleivin in. PP: That stuff comes pretty natural. PP: It's you. ID: What would you like to know? Why? ID: There was no point. It was inevitable. He knows what he is and he always has known. ID: If it wasn't today, it would be another day. Someone else, somewhere else. ID: But this time, it was Ryan. ID: And it will be. PP: You think he's gonna hurt Ryan? PP: Even supposin he's as evil as y' seem to think he is...y'don't think beatin the hell outta him was enough to run him off her or what? ID: Oh. No. ID: I kicked his ass for entirely selfish reasons. Makes no difference what I do anyway. PP: What about what Ryan does? ID: What about it? She's going to fulfill what she needs to do. PP: That just gave me like five hundred more questions, man. PP: But I guess the most important thing is, does Ryan know? ID: Yes. ID: Does she believe me? Doesn't matter. PP: Seemed like she did. ID: Regardless. PP: She didn't think you were some kinda hobo loonie like I did. PP: The jury's still out. ID: Don't find myself too concerned, brother. PP: Didn't think ya would be. But I sure as hell am. ID: Hm. Maybe you should do something about it? PP: That's what I'm doin now. ID: Talking to me? Alright. ID: But I can't give you the right answers unless you ask the right questions. PP: Maybe this shouldn't be based on interrogatives then. Why don't ya just tell me the whole story from your POV. PP: An then I can compare notes with the hate crime that happened in my POV. PP: Then we can hold hands and make eachother flower crowns. ID: Pass on the flower crowns. I'll think about the hand holding. PP: Story first. ID: The story never comes from start to finish. I get impressions, I get sensations. ID: I hear, see, smell, and taste things of futures that don't belong to me. ID: It happened to me while I was sleeping. I heard their conversation at the restuarant like they were in the same room as me. Then it came like a flood. ID: I saw what he was and what he was going to do at the music festival. People were going to get infected, they were going to lose their senses. Become nothing but mindless and violent slaves for their purpose. It's what these creatures ARE. ID: It's what they have done to trolls from the moment they crawl out of their egg sacs. They're parasites. They thrive in the dark and eat troll eggs. Their main source of sustainance. ID: Ryan is going to get caught in it. She was never going to listen to me. That's why I saw it. PP: That's a lot to swallow. A whole parasitic race that no trolls I come across ever heard of. An Mavrik bein one a those to boot. PP: But... PP: I got a feelin about what you just said. A bad feelin. ID: Only my life. PP: Is that why you're a murder hobo? Or is murder hobin just a hobby. ID: See it more like a calling. ID: Hobby is what you do for fun. PP: You're a mysterious little motherfucker. ID: The better to infuriate, I guess. PP: Don't give yourself too much credit, kid. ID: Excuse me? PP: Why? Didn't think that was the goal. ID: Kid's just an interesting word so I'm highlighting it between the two of us where at least one of us can see it. PP: Why the hell are you focusin on that. ID: Is "kid" an appropriate way to describe a person such as myself? ID: This implies that you are an older gentletroll. And that you have a level of seniority, perhaps maturity more than I do. ID: I just wouldn't use it again if I were you. PP: I mean. I'm probably fuckin older than you. I...don't really see what you're gettin at here. ID: Don't call me kid. ID: Plain and simple. I don't belong in that role. Not without a good damn reason on your part. PP: Well. Shit, bro. Alright. ID: Better. ID: I know you're rather close to Ryan. Just think it's real fucking weird for a good, close friend of hers to call me kid. ID: Let's just leave it at that. PP: Ah. I see what ya mean. My charmin colliquialisms aren't meant t' be used in an antagonistic way, that's for sure. PP: Well. Unless that's what I'm goin' for. Huh huh. ID: Try harder maybe. ID: It's just awkward from my perspective. PP: I got it, I got it. PP: I won't call ya kid. PP: Maybe i'll just stick with Jackass. ID: Thank you. At least I earned that one. ID: Hey. ID: ... ID: He's too far gone. If you were wondering. PP: Huh huh. Spooky. ID: You don't believe me. PP: I believe ya about most of it. Despite everythin to the contrary. But that... PP: That's a tough one. ID: We'll see you on the other side. ID: Jackass out. -- invincibleDetective [ID] gave up trolling piquantPicaroon [PP] at 23:21 --

#in which we'll see you on the other side #jack crocker #silvah balila #piquantpicaroon #invincibledetective #pesterlogs

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battystumutchildren-blog · 8 years ago

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YULALA: -She's out and about today and was actually gravitating towards a local spot that's been getting a lot of attention lately from those in her "friend circle" (although in reality not very many people are still actually in her friend circle). Her many trappings and jewelry jangle as she walks. She's got her ears buds in, and seems to walk slightly strangely or off kilter as she sways to the beat of whatever she's listening too, and even hums.-

MAVRIK: -Mavrik was in agony. He had kept himself hidden in shadowy corners of this space station, hiding among trash bags and dumpsters, until his nose and the cuts on his face from the broken glass smashed over his head had stopped bleeding their weird rainbow of colors. Now it was all mostly dirty looking scabs, asides from the cracks in his horn which were still oozing. Oh well, it was close enough to the base that maybe no one would notice...-

MAVRIK: -His bruised and battered rib cage made it hard to breathe, and the headache and waves of dizziness caused by his horn fracture wasnt helping to improve his thinking ability. Which was bad, because he needed to figure out a way off this damn station and to get back to lauctis without drawing any attention to himself. And currently using one hand to cover up his exposed glowing eye and looking beat to hell and back was not the best way to go about being inconspicuous.-

MAVRIK: -He was behind some other restaurant, leaning against the wall and just taking deep breaths to try and tune out the throbbing in his skull when he smells it. A weird, familiar musk that he only knows in the deepest part of his cognitive memory. There is a instinctual tug in his stomach, and Mavrik knows what it is hes detecting before his brain can even muster the sheer near impossible odds that there is another mimic here.-

MAVRIK: -Either way though he isn't wasting too much time trying to sort out just how or why another member of his species is here. He needs help, and he can only hope that whoever it is they are willing to give it...-

-As Yulala continues walking she might feel like something is following her, perhaps she might even smell him too. But after a few minutes of tracking her down, and confirming with his nose what she is, Mavrik will grab Yulala by the wrist and forcefully yank her out of view of the public eye and into a corridor where he promptly covers her mouth with a hand and speaks into her ear through gritted teeth.-

MAVRIK: (Dont scream, please dont scream, I need help Im alone and need to get out of here, please help me.)

YULALA: -Music may be a relief to her, but apart of the reason she likes it so much is that it swallows all her sensory information and directs it to one place. She has minimal hope of noticing him before the assailant snatches her. For the first few seconds, all she can think about is how terrified and horrified she is. Nothing like this has ever happened to her, and she never imagined she'd be caught so off guard when it did. However, he might be surprised by how strong she is, when she lashes against him like a viper, threatening to knock him back into the wall of the alley and tear herself out of his grip. Not screaming, but a shrieky animalisitc snarl that he ought to be familiar with.-

YULALA: Get aaaaaawaaaaay from me!

MAVRIK: -When she sharply moves to throw him off her Mavrik chokes on the wince he makes from her knocking into his battered body. He lets go of her wrist in favor of wrapping both his arms around his sides and leaning forward as he tries to outlast the sharp radiating pain.- (Fuck!!)

MAVRIK: Pl-Please Im not trying to do anything, I need your help someone attacked me and I think they know we need to get out of here! -He hisses and then looks up at her pleadingly, both eyes open, one seemingly troll like with an indigo iris, and the other bare and neon. A look Yulala might find very familiar.-

YULALA: -Yulala could smell the blood the whole time....Among other confusing...(and exciting?) scents and colors coming off him in waves. It's making both her eyes and nose very confused. She hisses again, but it's slower, like she's thinking it over for a second, although she's still bolt straight and clearly about to attack him again to make her escape. But then she gets a good look at him, and sees the ugly hurt aura of colors that's radiating from his wounds, and that cools her hostility into instantaneous pity. She's not stupid though, she's still guarded. And angry.-

YULALA: Why did you pull me aaawaaaaay like that? It reaaallly scaaaarred me!!

YULALA: ...but you cleaaarly need aaaa hospital....I could caaalll you a caaab? Is thaat what you need?

YULALA: You....-She does notice his neon eye. It stuns her. She's never seen another eye that looked like hers before, except...In a mirror.-

MAVRIK: NO! -He hisses again, but then regrets it and tries to be as seemingly non-aggressive as possible through his body language.- No hospitals!! Are you crazy???

MAVRIK: And I pulled you in here so no one would see us! I can't believe you are walking around like that, look at your eyes what are you thinking!?? -He wheezes and points a finger at her face.- Sunglasses or contacts or something you cant go bare eyed thats so fucking dangerous! I know most of the worlds and stations near here are musclebeast shit backwards without culling laws but for fucks sake...

YULALA: -At first she's confused....and then incredibly offended....and then confused some more.- Aaa.....Aaare you from aaaa plaaaanet with culling laaaws? -She clumsily lets her voice fall into a not-as-agressive tone, a little startled by all these sudden developments.-

YULALA: I...I know you might be scaaaared, but it's saaaaaafe, I promise. My faaamily haaas lived here for aaaaaaaa long time aaaand most of them are offspec.

YULALA: I could...go with you...If you're reaaaaaallly aaaafraaaaid! -She doesn't really want to, despite the offer. Something about him just....unnerves her. His sudden presence in her life is scary and she wants him gone as fast as possible. But she can't abandon a hurt, confused person.-

MAVRIK: -Yes, pity him he is indeed hurt and confused. But mostly confused at her. Mavrik looks at her like Yulala has two heads.- Wh-?? Yes! I came from a damn planet with culling laws, the odds of existing on one of those flimsy "Beforean" minded hell holes is so rare they keep too close of a track on their caverns. -Or so hes been told.-

MAVRIK: I'm from a colony world controlled by Alternian government, or I was. I had to defect to lauctis which is where I'm trying to get to but at this point I'm willing to go anywhere, seriously ANYWHERE.

MAVRIK: -He reaches out and takes her arm again.- But you said your family right?? "Family??" There are more? Please take me to them, take me with you I promise I'm no threat rogue, I lost my group sweeps ago I've been on my own since I just want to meet them, to see others like us again!!!(edited)

YULALA: -None of the trains of thought her racing mind was pursuing seem to be related in any way to this strange troll's babbling. She feels herself kind of withdrawing inward as he talks, noticing the way the splatter of his blood shines. Just like hers. She backs off from him more although the alleyway is cramped and there's not much space to work with. She's just overhwelmed with way he's assaulting her sights and senses. For instance the prisma of his aura of misery and loathing is so bright in comparison to other people she's met that it almost burns to be too close to it. And he can see her fear rising, probably assume that at any moment she wants to bolt without replying to any of his increasingly alarming statements.-

YULALA: ...

MAVRIK: -He can see her fear, plain as day, even if it comes muddled through the one contact lens. Shit he didnt want to scare her off, but why was she even so frightened?? He was like her! He was one of them! Even with his confusion though Mavrik lets her back up again and holds his hands out in front of himself fingers splayed in a peaceful gesture, and he tries to appear as non threatening as he can despite his heart thudding in his chest and all his senses going crazy.- Please, please just...

MAVRIK: Just get me to lauctis. Thats all I need, and I can explain myself more but we cant stay here. Neither of us.

YULALA: -There's a tense silence....and then she speaks up again.- Whaaaats the point of getting aaaanywhere if your injuries get infected aaaand you die? You don't trust the hospitaaal on Laaauctis either, I guess?

YULALA: You're confused. Aaabout aaa lot. I don't know whaaat you think we haaave in common, but we don't.

MAVRIK: No! I have medical supplies I can't treat myself there- Wh-??? -He frowns at her. He's the confused one?? She's the one trying to get him to go to a hospital where he could easily be exposed and found out! It's like she doesn't even know the first rules of mimic survival!-

MAVRIK: -Then his frown turns more squinty, like he's inspecting her. And then again Mavrik is suddenly invading her personal space again, taking hold of her arms and sniffing at her collar bone, her shoulder.- Holy shit I thought I was seeing things because of a concussion but it's not here. You don't have it. -There is a sudden twisting in his gut, and the strong urge to correct her lack of internal parasite.-

MAVRIK: -Lets go of her wrists and jumps back.- What are you??

YULALA: -It's safe to say that everything he's said thus far has her taken aback, but he doesn't need to see her aura to know how it makes her feel, her eyes squint with surprised hurt as though he slapped her. Its not the first time she's heard those words. All she can do is give him a flabbergasted blurt back.-...No. What aaarre you?

YULALA: -She fiercely yanks herself away from him again.- Stop it! I didn't saaay you could touch me!

MAVRIK: I'm like you! If you need to put a word to it trolls have called us "mihmiks" for centuries. -Says the name with so much distaste and malice it might as well be acid on his tongue.-

MAVRIK: You are parasite free something is wrong with you, where is the rest of your group?? Where are their parasites?

YULALA: Mihmiks. -Her stomach is twisting around inside her painfully. She doesn't understand all of what he's saying- still- but somehow...she knows what he's saying is true. And it's the worst thing that's happened to her....So far. There's another layer on top of the colors both she and Mavrik can see- an even fainter and more subtle aura of intuition that's for her alone. This person is going to set off an unavoidable chain of events....It's hard not to get lost in that train of thought- it's already trying to unfocus her from the situation and yank her away from reality.-

YULALA: I don't know whaaat you mean by paraaasites....I don't know why you'd waaant to ....haaaave paraaaasites. I waaaas raised by my daaad. An indigoblood! On a ship. With lots of other offspec trolls.

MAVRIK: -Stares at Yulala like shes gone and grown a third head. Seriously this lady keeps getting stranger and stranger.- .... The lack of parasite is no longer the strangest thing, you were raised by trolls???

MAVRIK: The murderous species that would literally rather have you, me and everyone else like us dead raised you???

MAVRIK: -He cant even compute that.-

MAVRIK: Did they not know what you are!? Well I guess obviously so because why would a troll keep someone that feeds off their kind alive it doesnt make sense!

YULALA: You- we- You're saying Mihmiks feed on trolls? -HORRIFIED.-

YULALA: Ugh! I caaaan't deaaal with aaalll this. I don't waaannna deaaaal with aaaaaaall this!

YULALA: Look, just put a hoodie on, sneak onto a traaansportaaaalizer paaad. I don't caaaare where aaas long aaas it's faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar aaaway from me! -

YULALA: -With that she turns and starts to run.-

MAVRIK: Not really trolls themselves, its an option if you can manage it but mostly its the eggs and grubs. You havent lived until you-- WAIT STOP!! -He tries to sprint forward after her but before he even reaches the end of the ally way he has to stop, he cant run, he cant keep up. Mavrik just places a hand against the wall to support his weight and pathetically wheezes...-

MAVRIK: -She can run while she can, this wont be the last time they will see each other...-

#in which mihmiks: part one #mavrik #yulala odatyl #ip log #parasite plot

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LAVELA: =She's excited to see Jareth, it's been years and they used to be so close. Hearing from him like this was so sudden though. Also he's changed which is to be expected she's changed too.-

LAVELA: =Still it made her feel a little on edge. Her goggles in her jacket pocket along with the knife strapped to the small of her back beneathe a simple blouse. Just looking around, peering with bad eyes through corrective lenses=

JARETH: - She's not the only one on edge. It's the first time he's truly been out in public in a while, and it's hard not to think that passerbies are noticing him, looking at him funny, although he knows logically he's just another citizen in the shuffle of the city every so often he can't help but freeze, his heart racing with fear of being pointed out or recognized. Eventually he makes his way to the park, and he feels better there among the foilage and less hustle and bustle. He waits for her on a park bench. And she might be a little bit shocked at his appearance, the dark circles under his eyes, the way his clothes hang off his body....but he's here.-

LAVELA: =Walking through while glancing around she finally sees him and... honestly? It doesn't make her feel that much better. She's glad to see him of course but he's not in the best shape. Lavela frowns and approaches him looking rather impecable.=

LAVELA: What the heckerd00dle happened t0 y0u? >8(

JARETH: -He smiles briefly upon seeing her, although it's immediately accompanied by a flinch, and the smile quickly turn an into an uncomfortable grimace...and then disappears. His hands go self conciously to his arms, worrying at the skin there for a moment before replying.- It's a bit of a shock, I know.

JARETH: I think. We have a lot to talk about? -Hesitates for a second and then pats the bench.-

LAVELA: =She's blunt... she can't turn that off.... but just.. frowns at him and goes to sit down= Yeah we d0. =But... she'll let him talk=

JARETH: I don't really. Know where to start.

JARETH: Honestly.

LAVELA: THE BEGINNING MAYBE.... but. I mean... =Alright just... understanding, slow... patient... all things she isn't=

LAVELA: The first few years m8ybe?

JARETH: -Big ears angle. He's relieved that they're taking it slow. He's fragile....but he knows how she is too. He wishes he could tell her she doesn't have to handle him with kid gloves but he's too preccupied by the information dump he's trying to process.-

JARETH: Ok. That's. Tactical.

JARETH: -Nervous laugh.-

JARETH: School. Just. Lots of school. I suppose that is. Truly when I fell out of touch. With all of you. I just...

JARETH: I never felt like. I fit in here. And I was excited for a chance. To start over? I was ambitious. I wanted to finish everything. As soon as possible. Make the best grades. Get an internship.

JARETH:... I hear. You're an actress?

LAVELA: Yeah. It's what I wanted... m0re 0r less.

LAVELA: =furrows eyebrows= Th0ugh h0w was sch001? Is sch001? If y0u're still d0ing the educ8ti0n thing??

JARETH: -He makes another attempt at a smile.- We could have. Run into eachother. I went into. Costume design. And set design.

JARETH: No. That's been over. For a while. Like I said. I wanted to finish as fast. As I could. And break into the industry.

JARETH: And. Well. I did.

JARETH: At first it was just. Grunt work. But I kept submitting my designs. Again and again. And eventually. They got picked up.

LAVELA: Well.....!!!!! That's g00d!

LAVELA: =But she also knows how vicious the entertainment industry can be and how soft Jareth is...= Picked up by wh0?

JARETH: I can't say. The name. Or I might end up. In a black van. With a bag over my head. -He's joking but also kind of not.-

JARETH: But it was. A young adult. Fantasy film franchise.

JARETH: Obviously. I was through the roof.

JARETH: -He's starting to withdraw a little bit now, because they're getting closer to the stuff that's difficlt to talk about.-

LAVELA: =Focused cat eyes= N0t if we bag them first.

LAVELA: =But she prods more= WELL? THEN WHAT?

JARETH: It.

JARETH: Well.

JARETH: I met someone. They were also in. Costume and set design. More...more experienced. And they helped me get the position.

JARETH: They helped me. A lot. Taught me things. Helped me. Push my talent. Because. My portfolio was a mess.

JARETH: Well. Eventually. We became involved. -He's def. not looking at her now.-

LAVELA: ...... =She feels like there's a BUT coming but just nods.= 0kay.....

LAVELA: Then?

JARETH: -Ears pulled way way back.-

JARETH: Sorry. I. Don't mean to. Um.

JARETH: Dick you around.

JARETH: I just haven't. Talked about this with.

JARETH: Anyone. Actually.

LAVELA: =Furrows eyebrows= I WANT y0u to talk t0 me ab0ut it because it seems hecking imp0rtant!

LAVELA: I want y0u t0 talk t0 ANY0NE ab0ut it but especially me. What, happened?

JARETH: -Looks at her, feeling like he's going to turn inside out with all the squirming his insides are doing. But...he has to do this. She's the oldest friend he has. If he can't do it with her then he really can't do it at all. -

JARETH: Like I said. They helped me a lot. I couldn't have... Probably done anything without them. My designs were good. But they never would have been. Looked at? Because. I sucked at. Communicating. Being confident.

JARETH: They helped me with that. But they also had.

JARETH: These expectations.

JARETH: A lot of expectations. And... rules. And suggestions. And critiques.

JARETH: -He’s talking faster now, nearly babbling.-

JARETH: And at the same time. The project was a franchise. My first real gig. It was. Too much.

JARETH: -He starts to tear up a little bit.- I couldn't handle it. I was fooling myself. And. They were upset with me. And that made it worse.

JARETH: I couldn't sleep. Or eat.

LAVELA: =She's trying to keep level.... it hurts to know that Jareth was going through this all on his own. That he was suffering like this and being taken advantage of it seemed? Still he's tearing up and that just.. hurts her chest. Lavela takes a moment then just. Scoots closer and touches shoulders with him. Putting one hand over his like how they used to but in those times sitting in the woods their conversations were dreamier=

LAVELA: Y0u're safe n0w.

LAVELA: I'm n0t g0ing t0 let anything happen t0 y0u.... I'm. S0rry Jareth...

JARETH: -His face just crumples as soon as she touches him. And he starts crying in earnest, his free hand coming up reflextvley to rub at his eyes.-

JARETH: I just. Got sadder. And weaker. And they tried. To help. Convince me. To start eating again. To go see a doctor. But the more the more they wanted me to. The less I wanted to. And. We started having bad fights.

JARETH: After...A big confrontation...I just ran away. Left my contract. Left my room mate. Left them. Without saying anything. And I'm.

JARETH: -He just wheezes and lets the thread of the tangent go.-

LAVELA: Y0u're d0ing what's best f0r Y0U and I'm glad that y0u are but n0w that y0u're here y0u're g0ing t0 get help and y0u sh001d really n8me dr0p that piece 0f d00kie please because that can als0 be t8ken care 0f but Y0U'RE PRI0RITY! =LEANS ON... she will hug if need be=

JARETH: - He didn't realize how much he'd been craving physical affection. At least this non threatening kind of physical affection, with no caveats. He's just pushing her face into her shoulder now and shivering, she can feel his antlers bumping up against her. He's dimly aware that it's broad daylight and he might be making a scene, but now he's worked himself into hysterics and he can't stop himself.-

JARETH: I'm. So. Sorry. I left you all. Behind. For nothing.

JARETH: Like it wasn't. Worth anything.

JARETH: But I'm really. The one. Who's not.

LAVELA: =She'll shoot anyone that stares, goes to hold his face= F8LSE. Y0u're w0rth s0 much d0n't let s0me Stankbutt McFartnugget tell y0u 0therwise!

JARETH: -Can't help but snort at Stankbutt McFartnugget through his tears. O Lavela...-

JARETH: -He's gross don't look at him.-

LAVELA: =SHE HOLDS= >8T

JARETH: -He can't handle the eye contact, so he's closing his eyes, but at least there's a smile squirming up at the ridiculousness of the situation and her face. And eventually he laughs. It still sounds hysterical and weepy, but it's something.-

LAVELA: =He smiles and laughs but it's broken by tears.... still. She smiles a little bit then hugs him tighter= (D0rk.)

LAVELA: (I missed y0u.)

JARETH: -Now that he's calming down a little bit, he hugs her tighter- I. Missed you. Too.

LAVELA: =She holds him tight for a little longer then pulls back some and wipes at his face with her hand= W8y t0 be gr0ss. =But she's teasing=

LAVELA: C0me 0n. Let's g0 let y0u buy me s0me f00d. 8P

JARETH: Generous. Of you :>... -He nods.- But. Hold your hoofbeasts. -He uncaptchas a bag and starts reapplying the make up that got smeared-.

LAVELA: =SNRKS= Pretty b0y.

JARETH: -Gives a little shrug- Some things. Don't change.

LAVELA: 0f c0urse they d0n't, I'm glad y0u're still cute! We w00ld've had t0 put a p8per bag 0n y0ur head if n0t! 8P

JARETH: Actually. That sound. Appealing. Do you have one. On you?

JARETH: A brown one specifically.

LAVELA: 1 D0 BUT THEY'RE H0LDING MUFFINS S0 Y0U'RE 0UTTA LUCK!

JARETH: Mm. Muffins...

JARETH: How does all day breakfast sound?

LAVELA: It m8kes me w0nder why we're still at a l8me park!

LAVELA: =Stands up and offers him a hand gonna haul, obviously... or at least loop arms. She's loud and pushy but an affectionate cat=

JARETH: -claps compact mirror closed right as he finishes, he lets himself be hauled. He's made of twigs that are haphazdly glued together and put in loose flowing pastel clothing.-

JARETH: -Noodles a bit-.

JARETH: Your patience. Has drastically improved. From the last time I saw you. ;> -It's only HALF sarcasm because tbh 3 years ago Lavela would have not waited for him to finish his make up.-

JARETH: Let's go.

LAVELA: =She honestly wouldn't have... if anything she would've run them while he tried to apply it=

LAVELA: Even perfect creatures can m8ke small min0r, teeny tiny impr0vements! ~ 8P =Sing-songs and shimmers, gotta haul them all the way to this sweet breakfast joint=

#tw; abuse #tw; eating disorder #lavela marrow #jareth lujane #ip log #in which emotional friend reunion

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--celebrineCervine [CC] began pestering melliloquentMurderess [MM]-- CC: So. I know it's been a very. Very. Long time. And I apologize. But. CC: Well. I talked to Orchid recently. CC: And I thought of you. CC: And I am trying to talk to. People. Again. CC: So. CC: Hello. MM: J8RETH. WHAT THE HECK??? MM: UM, yeah?? Where have y0u even BEEN? MM: HI!! CC: I have been. Working. I know that is a very. Vague answer. But the whole thing is. Not exactly a conversation. Best had online. CC: Would you he interested in. Getting lunch or..Going to the park. Or something. I am on skaia. MM: 8( MM: That s0unds stupidly 0min0us and y0u seem s0 seri0us! MM: ... FINE. I'll meet y0u. Just let me kn0w if I sh00ld bring my b0w 0r s0mething. 0h w8 I already have it! CC: I don't think. That will be necessary. CC: Unless you intend to shoot. Me? CC: In which case. Please don't. CC: Haha. MM: I MIGHT! MM: But I'll meet y0u in the park then we can g0 get lunch. MM: Wh0 kn0ws I might let y0u buy me lunch! CC: If I could only be so. Lucky. CC: See you there. -- melliloquentMurderess [MM] ceased pestering celebrineCervine [CC] --

#tiny log #leading up to a bigger log #melliloquentMurderess #celebrinCervine #ic #pesterlogs #in which WHAT THE HECK???

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– arborealArthropod [AA] began pesteringcelebrinCervine [CC] at 9:34 pm – AA: Oh hey um. AA: Are you there I guesssss? AA: I was jusssst wondering. AA: It'ssss been a minute, I guessss. AA: I mean, not that long? Ssssince it was jussst lasssst week… AA: But you know what I mean. CC: Hello. Orchid. CC: I suppose it has been. A long time. I’d apolgize. But it would feel a bit. CC: Disingenuous. CC: I am glad to hear from you. Though. AA: OH YOU’RE THERE. AA: Okay!!!! AA: What I mean iss, hi. It'ssss okay. AA: I didn’t expect an apology. AA: … AA: Which is good, I guesssss… AA: We didn’t really talk at the thing. AA: It'ssss not weird I jussst want to check in, is it? AA: I’m trying to be lessssss… AA: Like that. AA: But. AA: I don’t know. AA: I’m ssssort of rambling. AA: What have you been… doing? CC: Do not worry. It’s not weird. CC: Or. If it is it isn’t your fault. That it’s weird. CC: I haven’t been the best. At keeping up with any of my relationships. CC: I have been. Um. AA: Oh, er. It'sss okay if you’ve gotta take you’re time. AA: I’m jusssst curiousss, I guessss. AA: You ussssed to have a lot of projectsss and sssstuff. AA: Um. AA: A few yearssss ago I did the girl from that anime. AA: It wass one of the mahoussss… AA: You know, Pretty Cure. The flower one though. CC: I would have liked. To have seen that. CC: I miss going to cons. And cosplaying. CC: Do you still have. Pictures? AA: 8c8 AA: I can ssssee if I can find one. It was before I pupated… AA: Now getting dresssssed is like the biggesssst hassssle. AA: Let alone cosssstumes. 8C8 AA: It'ssss a wing thing, I guessss. AA: I didn’t know you ssstopped? CC: I am sure. With the right custom garments. And Velcro… CC: Well. Playing dress up wasn’t. Furthering my career. CC: So I gave it up. To pursue other things. CC: Maybe. A bad move. In retrospect. AA: Oh! AA: Er. What do you mean? AA: I mean. AA: What sssort of sssstuff did you make? CC: I decided to go into costume design. And. CC: Well. Some of my designs were picked up. For this film franchise. CC: A young adult fantasy novel. AA: Oh? AA: That sssoundsss like a good thing, though! CC: It was. CC: But. For lack of a better term. CC: I screwed it up. CC: So that’s not happening anymore. AA: Ah… AA: I’m ssssorry it didn’t really work out. AA: You are really talented, I mean. I’ve done ssssome mending and a little bit of, uh, cosssplaying, but not really anything like you’ve done. CC: Well. That’s alright. It does not really seem. CC: I know this is ridiculous. But it seems very un-earned? CC: Anyway. CC: Where are you staying. Currently? CC: I know there has been some. Trouble. On skaia. AA: I’m sssstill on Lauctisss. AA: I’m living with my moirail… AA: I guesssss I haven’t really been going to Sssskaia that much. AA: The riotssss were messssy. CC: Would you mind. Passing along some. Gossip? CC: I am so. Ill informed. CC: Who is your moirail? Why were people. Rioting? AA: Oh um. Ssssure! AA: I mean… AA: I don’t know for the ssssecond one. AA: Ssssome woman floated up to me and then thingsss jusssst… AA: They jusssst got weird. AA: Like, really… messsed up. AA: My moirail is Lavela. AA: She'ssss an actressss… AA: You can probably look her up. CC: Oh. CC: I do know Lavela. CC: We were good pals. Actually. AA: My condolencesssss. 8w8 AA: I’m kidding. You can tell her I sssaid that though. CC: I suppose I should. Take the initiative. And try to talk to her. Again. CC: A very late and very sincere. Congratulations. CC: I would plum. For more details..But I feel like that would..Undermine our therapeutic efforts. CC: My ear is available..Should you need it. AA: Ha ha. AA: It'ssss not that bad, I mean… AA: Mine are, too. AA: For you? AA: To talk to. AA: Anywayssss there aren’t really that many detailssss to share. We jusssst sssort of have thissss big treehousssse and sssssome ssssmaller hivessss in the foresssst. CC: That sounds. Wonderful. CC: :> I am not just. Making a blanket statement. I really would like. CC: To live in a tree. AA: It'sss really good. AA: I can ssssorta fly a little. AA: I’m a little too heavy to keep flying, but I can sssscrape off the bark to eat? AA: Anywayssss! Um. AA: You can come visit ssssometime too. CC: I would like that. Very much! CC: I haven’t reallly. Been going much of anywhere. Lately. CC: I was stayin on Ozma. With mom. But now I’m back. On skaia.(edited) CC: I have not found. A place to live yet. AA: Aw… AA: Well, I’m pretty ssssure there are SSSOME placesss. AA: Even if it kind of ssssuckssss finding one now????? AA: Ssskaia usssed to be sssso much better for thissss. CC: I chose. An oppurtune moment. Obviously. :> AA: That'ssss pretty much how it alwayssss goessss??? AA: EVERYTHING ALL AT ONCE ALL THE TIME. CC: That is. So true. CC: :weary: AA: Are you sssstaying with anyone in the meantime? CC: No… CC: To be honest. I don’t really know anyone. Or. CC: I would feel bad. For showing up out of the blue. CC: Just. Motels for now. AA: Oh, jeeze. AA: I can make up a sssspot in our place if you have room. CC: I may. Take you up on that later. CC: But for now. I need to be here. In the thick of things. AA: Well, okay. AA: Jussst keep me in mind. AA: And be careful???? AA: PLEASSSE DONT GET BEDBUGSSS OR ANYTHING. CC: I hadn’t even. Considered the possbility. CC: Oh deer. CC: Thank you, Orchid. AA: Alsssso roachessss aren’t that bad actually but they usually indicate that there'ssss ssssome unsssanitary ssstuff that people failed to clean up. Ssssso don’t blame the roachesss for being grossss. AA: Sssso. AA: That'ssss advice too. CC: I am becoming. Less okay. With this motel situation. AA: Jusssst don’t blame the roachesss!!!! CC: Aaa. Ok. I won’t blame. The roaches. AA: okay. Thank you. 8w8 CC: I am not so much bothered by the bugs. Or the dubous bed covers. Or the pornographic televison ads. CC: But the stomping around outside the door scares me. CC: Someone gets very rowdy. In this parking lot. At 4 am. AA: Oh. Jeeze. AA: Be careful? AA: Are the lockssss good? CC: Um. I hope so. AA: 8c8 AA: Well, um. AA: I am going to resssspect that you are doing your thing. AA: And you’ll probably be ok. CC: Yes. I appreciate the vote of. Confidence. CC: It is only temporary. AA: Right! Right. AA: That'sss good to remember. CC: It is. In a general sense as well. CC: Well. I will go now. But. I am glad we got to talk. CC: I hope I can. Keep it up. AA: Okay. AA: I’ll ssssee you ssssoon, I hope. CC: Take care, Orchid. -celebrinCervine [CC] ceased pestering arborealArthopod [AA]–

#arborealArthopod #celebrinCervine #ic #pesterlogs #in which it's been a minuite

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-- primadonnaTartuffe [PT] began pestering piquantPicaroon [PP] --

PT: you know for some reason i thought your place never closed and also that you never sleep? PP: Did I do somethin to shatter that illusion? I'm clutched, baby. PT: i tried stopping by the restaurant cuz i wanted to talk to you about something. PT: that something being a job maybe??? PT: like i know its an absurd hour to be making occupational decisions but uhhh. PT: dunno. seemed like that right thing to do in the moment. PP: Shucksters, darlin. We stay open late on the weekends, but durin the week 11:30 is the cut off. And I'm usually out of there by midnight. If I do end up leavin. PP: That don't mean we can't talk though. I'm all fins. PP: So what's your tale, nightingale? PT: cool! well. nothing really. PT: just kidding. my cousin just broke my exes leg over that whole burn book debacle i told you about and im like. PT: you know. this shit really puts things into perspective. PT: and basically i dont want to mope around anymore and i wanna get on with my life and try to better it. PT: SOOO. i wanna work for you if thats possible. cuz youve got the kinda environment there that i wanna be a part of. PT: also i want money to buy myself nice clothes. PP: Huh. PP: Remind me not to fuck with your cousin. PP: Also: you're in.(edited) PT: what? seriously? PP: Uh huh. PP: The gig ain't easy. I run a tight ship. If you don't like it you'll probably quit within the day and you can just go back to bein a regular. PP: There ain't much to lose on my end. PP: But if you want to be there, then that's what I want too. PT: im up to the challenge. put me to work!!!! PP: Huh huh. It's hard work, but it's not exactly rocket science. PP: If you waitress'd before it ain't nothin new. I'm just a tiny bit more anal than most. PP: The Dollah's my baby. I put everythin I got in her. PT: well im no stranger to waitressing and im definitely no stranger to anal. PT: so i think itll work out nicely for us. PP: Hah! You're a riot, Blondie. PP: Can't help but like you. And I think the customers will too. PT: thats the goal. PT: gotta keep em wanting more right? PP: Right. PP: To be honest, I've hired folks for much less glamorous reasons than wanting to better themselves. PT: i mean... thats probably more par for the course. PT: but thats not really my style??? PP: Speakin of style. PP: We ain't got uniforms but I still want you to dress cute. You can pick any era before the 2000s and run with it as your theme. PT: PT: oh fuck yes. i know exactly what i wanna do!!! PT: youre already the best boss ever letting me choose my uniform. PP: Yup. And I don't even mind if you kiss my ass. In fact I encourage it. PP: I mean you saw this ass. Its a force of fuckin nature. You almost have to avoid it. PT: more like i CANT avoid it! im all about that big booty! PT: see... im good at this. PP: You already got the job, Blondie. Have some chill. Huh huh. PT: to be fair... i AM all about that big booty. PP: I believe you. I knew it from the moment you walked in. I thought. PP: That's a girl who knows a good booty when she sees one. PT: its true! i come from a long line of ass connoisseurs. PP: That's what the kids are callin it now huh.

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RYAN: -back at it again at the silvah dollah. it's kinda nice to have someplace new to stalk around the later hours of the day. she knows it's not exactly advisable for various reasons to transportalize out onto the satelite isolated far from her home. but... whatever. it's comfortable here and finding comfort elsewhere, somewhere more familiar, is a difficult task for her.-

RYAN: -she's hanging out at the counter again, poking at the remaining contents of a strawberry milkshake and being far less chatty than she was yesterday.-

SILVAH: -Given that there's not really much ON this station other than Skaianet research facilities, private research facilities and basically....the one resturaunt at least there's not much trouble Ryan can get up to up here. Silvah is just finishing cleaning and restoring his stocks from last night. He stayed up far too late and got a little drunk himself, but he's in good spirits. He's fairly sure the reopening was rousing success and that he's gonna make back the money he spent on the deck. Big man is boppin with the radio as he works until he finally makes his way back behind the counter and sees Ryan there. His fins flick.-

SILVAH: Blondie!

SILVAH: I thought I made a regular outta you.

RYAN: -perks up, immediately putting on a smile when she hears his voice, but it's definitely half hearted.-

RYAN: naturally??? youve got some great vibes going on here. :blush:

SILVAH: I built it that way babycakes, but that don't mean it ain't nice to hear.

SILVAH: -starts restocking the baked goods displays as they chitchat.-

SILVAH: You had some pretty good vibes yourself last night. -Not so much today though, huh? He's peepin on her.-

RYAN: again. naturally! as a new regular youll soon discover im always the life of the party. :wink: -leans on the counter, chin in her hand.- SILVAH: That's quite a claim. Maybe I should think about buyin a leaderboard. Huh huh.

SILVAH: Sure are cute though. Feel like I should be payin you to sit there and look pretty.

RYAN: well im not about to turn down that offer. :hugging:

RYAN: ive got a pretty lengthy resume as a professional cutie. you wouldnt regret the decision.

SILVAH: Now, now. I'm not totally sold. You strike me as a troublemaker too.

SILVAH: Acutally now that I'm thinkin about it, the round robin never made it to ya.

SILVAH: What's your story?

RYAN: :scream:

RYAN: its not polite to ask a lady such questions...

RYAN: which is definitely NOT something a troublemaker would say. :thinking: SILVAH: Keepin it close to the vest I see. That's fine. I'll get it out of ya eventually.

SILVAH: Food is great at makin people talk. RYAN: -chinhands intensifies.- yeah? what do you find is the best thing to feed a person to get them to share their life story? SILVAH: Somethin' caffeinated.

SILVAH: I'll tell you what- I'm crossin strawberry milkshakes off the list as of today.

RYAN: -giggles. geez... it feels good to laugh.-

RYAN: okay fine. youve fed me enough lines to change my tune. :stuck_out_tongue:

RYAN: youre right about me... i am a troublemaker. but im trying to cut back these days. SILVAH: -Seems satisfied at getting her to laugh. And to crack.-

SILVAH: Respect, little lady. It's not easy.

SILVAH: I'm also one of those.

RYAN: yeah? what are your vices?

RYAN: mine incluuuuude... -checks them off on her fingers as she says them in an attempt to keep it light.- running away. all manner of narcotics. and beautiful sad men and women that only break your heart.

RYAN: so you know. the standard really.

SILVAH: You're right. That is a hell of a resume. -Scratches under his fat chin with Robut hand.-

SILVAH: Lesee....I'm right there with ya on runnin away. Dissapointin my family. Sexual deviancy. An you may have noticed that I like to eat a lil bit.

SILVAH: We already got the makins of a pretty good country song. Too bad that's not my favorite genre.

RYAN: hehehe. id love to inspire any kinda song really.

RYAN: but other than that it seems weve got a lot in common. -sips milkshake.-

RYAN: ive been... disappointing a lot of people for a long time. but i feel like i really dropped the fucking ball again recently. :weary:

SILVAH: -Now he's got both fins angled towards her.- You wanna get into it?

SILVAH: Don't gotta. But if you feel like you need to I have time.

SILVAH: That's how I got so fat. I'm full of secrets.

RYAN: -snickers and shrugs, swirling the straw around in the glass thoughtfully.- well... guess theres no harm in it.

RYAN: since youre being so nice and charming. :wink:

RYAN: things have just been... i dunno.

RYAN: first i fell off the wagon.

RYAN: definitely disappointed my family... and probably my boyfriend. or like. whatever our deal even is. -sighs.-

RYAN: then my ex comes along and starts pulling some burn book bullshit... spilling all my secrets. pissing off my friends. making aforementioned romantic relationship all the more complicated. i think.

RYAN: ugh. -just sighs. it's hard to really dig deep when it's all so frustrating, so she just kinda slumps a little.-

SILVAH: Mm. Did ya say some things you regret?

RYAN: -nods slowly, pouting a little.-

RYAN: yeah. so much stupid shit.

RYAN: im trying to fix things but... i dont know--

RYAN: i dont know what im doing half the time.

SILVAH: -Pauses for a minuite, and while he's processing all the vibes he's picking up from her he's making himself look busy, which is something he's pretty practiced at by now.-

SILVAH: It's not the easy route. It's easier to keep cuttin out. Start over somewhere where they don't know ya. But that would be a waste in the long run.

SILVAH: If you keep tryin eventually they'll see the effort and appreciate it. Even if you're graspin at straws and you say all the wrong shit. RYAN: -peers up at him, finding that answer... strangely comforting. she gets the sense he understands. maybe because of his own experiences, or just because he's used to dealing with sad sacks like her. it was kind of a cliche. in any case, she's quiet for a moment as she thinks it all over too. her voice is a little hushed when she does speak, a bit embarrassed by admitting the things she is... but knowing full well she needs to say it.-

RYAN: i feel like my efforts are pushing him away.

RYAN: alienating him cuz he feels guilty too. hes always stuck in his own head.

RYAN: i think he feels like hes not good enough. but i dont really get it. im the one who kept running away.

RYAN: he never did anything wrong. at least i dont think he did. it just-- a shitty time. and i dunno if its ever gonna pass so long as im around to remind him that-- fuck.

RYAN: -puts her head in her hand with a sigh.- sorry im not making sense anymore.

SILVAH: -Frowns as he takes this in, and at the same time takes in extra information. All her good intentions, the desperation that go along with them.- Y'know most of the time tryin to anticipate what someone's gonna do or why they feel the way they feel is real misleadin. Unless you have a real blunt discussion about it, you could never know. You might've fucked up, but it don't mean every bad thing that person's feelin is your fault.

SILVAH: The stuff you can pin down as yours is what you should concentrate on, is what I'm sayin.

RYAN: -peers up from behind her hand, eyes glossy with sadness but... there's some hope too. she laughs a little, trying not to seem too broken up about the stuff going on in her head.-

RYAN: i hear you.

RYAN: i just...

RYAN: wanna know im making someone happy for once.

RYAN: you know?

SILVAH: -She seems so vulnerable, it almost hurts to look. They're barely acquaintances at this point, but he doesn't care, he's gonna lightly reach out and touch her hand with his non robotic one.- You got yourself a super acheivable goal there, blondie. I think you're gonna be ok.

SILVAH: -Backs it up with a warm smile too. Believe him. He belives in you!-

RYAN: -well... it's hard not to smile when it feels like someone believes in you. and for some reason, in this moment she kind of believes it too. she doesn't mind the touch. she welcomes it in fact, feeling a little bit touch starved lately.-

RYAN: ill definitely be okay if i keep coming back for these milkshakes...

SILVAH: Hah! You think I'm gonna let you keep orderin just milkshakes.

SILVAH: -Pats her hand, gives it a gentle little squeeze and then releases her.-

RYAN: -giggles again. what a big softie...- i thought the customer was always right???? rude ass...

SILVAH: -Laughs with her. Huh huh huh.- I'mma personally fight whoever came up with that horse shite. The customer ain't right even half the time, let alone always.

SILVAH: This is the only place in the goddamn world where I control everythin. It ain't a fuckin democracy.

RYAN: -snorts and then full on cackles.- geez!!! then i guess ill have to refer to your expert opinion every day im here. :wink:

SILVAH: Heh heh. S'long as its real food some of the time I'll be a happy clam.

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-- decastichAmazifier [DA] began pestering piquantPicaroon [PP] at 22:34 --

PP: Hey, boss. How can I help you?

DA: three shakes and a trio os sloppy burgers i got some stress-eaters back home to feed

DA: and one nervous nibbler

PP: Hate to dissapoint a loyal customer, daddy-o but we're closed for renos.

PP: We'll be back up in a week plus one new deck for live bands.

DA: i got sad then crazy happy i'm here for live bands good luck with all that

DA: glad you're gettin it together though man

PP: It's a whole emotional rollercoaster, ain't it?

PP: That's real cool of you to say. Which one are you? Sure I've seen you around some seein as you know my menu back and forward.

DA: the pretty one

DA: you know the cute guy with the pretty spectacular ass?

PP: You're gonna have to be more specific. All my regulars are cherubim in my eyes, babe.

PP: Though if we're talkin ass you did narrow it down some.

DA: should i go into more description on the ass then?

DA: are you a dude leaning towards the rear

DA: spot your patrons a country mile away from the sway of that booty

PP: You've sure as shit got me pegged. Hehe.

PP: But that doesn't help me put a name to a face. Or in this case, an ass.

DA: oh gee he wants to know my name too? golly, Kavi Lalonde at your visual pleasure

DA: safe to assume you're the man behind the mask and not an intricately created order-takin AI right?

DA: also behind the counter

PP: You can cool it with that. I'm only half robot. And not in my brain parts, I promise.

PP: Nice to finally meet you, Kavi. Officially.

DA: nice to meet you too, robits and all my dude

PP: It's all good. But I feel somewhat responsible for your predicament.

PP: What are you gonna do for your nervous nibbler now?

DA: he might just have to be sad i guess :(

DA: but it's all good man

DA: these things happen

DA: i make a mean shake but yknow.... gettin stuff is a treat

PP: Well, I got a few illuminations if you're willin to hear 'em. For example, there's a pretty fat pizza joint on Skaia that a buddy of mine runs. They should be open. Unless the apocalypse happened while we was closed and I just ain't noticed.

DA: :S

DA: well i mean

DA: are you kinda fartin around or bein legit?

DA: because..... yeah kinda

PP: Uh oh.

DA: uh oh indeed my man

DA: shit doth hit the fan

DA: uh, i can try to help you make sure your bud is ok though

PP: That'd be keen. You're a sweet guy, Kavi.

PP: What exactly went down?

DA: more or less a shit show of "riots"

DA: lots of property damage

DA: lots of people making mistakes against their will

DA: and wits

PP: Aw, shit. Now that you're bringin it up, I did hear about it some from my little bro. Friend of his got all fucked.

PP: Didn't realize it was some widespread thing.

DA: yeah it was huge and fairly destructive

PP: Maybe I ought to go down there this week and help out.

DA: hot diggity i have some friends and a sibling working the rebuilding and volunteer shit

DA: if you need hands i got em

DA: my own included of course

DA: just call me a social media megaphone

DA: i can let folks know you're comin down

PP: It never hurts to be well connected. I'll cut out tonight and try to gather my supplies.

PP: Free meals for the volunteers and anybody who's left hungry.

DA: looks like my boys can get their goods another way, that's real nice of you man

DA: hmu for those hands also just plan hit me up

DA: tragic we never spoke before but better late than never

PP: I'm gonna say it was a eureka moment. Lady luck had it out for us.

PP: And come Saturday night, I'll reserve you a good seat.

DA: good seat for the best seat in the house ;P

PP: Hehe. Is this seat taken?

PP: Couldn't help myself.

DA: it's cool i understand when you see a seat that good you're like

DA: damn

DA: is it available?

DA: i just gotta know

DA: plush as hell prime realestate right there

DA: i need it

PP: Yeah. But when there's a purse on it, there's a purse on it and that's just life, flatter bum.

PP: I don't sweat it.

DA: life, a flat bum

DA: now i'm just sad

PP: That's a damn shame. I like to leave 'em laughin.

DA: how about sad, yet eager considering saturday?

PP: That's a little better. You should be excited. It's gonna flip your lid.

DA: flap my jack i'm ready to be blown away

PP: Spread the word, Mr. Megaphone.

DA: lol see you then ass man ;P

-- decastichAmazifier [DA] gave up trolling piquantPicaroon [PP] at 00:01 --

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battystumutchildren-blog · 8 years ago

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Slepna Zahhak

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“I only know I want to be wonderful”

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Hobbies:

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And of course, my preferred mate will need to share me with Grubl<3f! <3 --{

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❥ - a childhood memory - ♣ - a fading memory (luke)

❥ - a childhood memory (luke)

He remember’s Pop’s hands- blunt calloused fingers, hairy knuckles, both of them resting on his shoulders as he buckles the cockpit straps over his waist and chest for the first time. Well, the first time not in anybody’s lap. They wouldn’t do any more than cruise, really- not even high enough for a crop duster and certainly not fast enough to outrun a granny on a moped. He just wanted to demonstrate to Pops that he knew where the straps were meant to go, how they were meant to be fastened.

Pop is standing behind him. Those hands seemed relaxed- not grabbing but merely sitting there on his shoulders in a trusting way, like a pair of peacefully roosting birds. Luke knows almost instincively that if he did something wrong- really screwed the pooch- those hands were at the correct trajectory to shoot down and snatch the “wheel” from him at a moment’s notice. There was no wheel in front of him exactly but something like a pair futuristic stick shifts which could not only be cranked forcibly in many directions, but pulled up to gather charge…only to then be released like a sling shot, a sight which always gave him a thrill when he watched the effortless way Dad did it. Shooting the ship and everyone on it forward, like it was nothing. The harder you pulled, the faster the burst. It was so simple.

Luke was too nice to say it out loud, but Pops himself wasn’t even that good at it to begin with, and he was as forgiving a teacher as you could want. He felt both relieved and a little disappointed that Dad didn’t have time to teach him- to test him instead. He would’ve been a lot more anal about it, more pushy, but…

But he wanted to impress just the same. Either way, he knew Pops would tell Dad how he did later, and it would be an over-dinner conversation. Nah, he wouldn’t be wordy, but the old man would say something. He wanted it to be mostly praise and a little advice, instead of a consolation prize compliment and mostly advice. He knew he shouldn’t have been worried. Logically, flying at this height wasn’t essentially any different than hovering on one of his many repurposed gadgets. But he happened to notice that his breath was coming out a little rattly and he might be gripping the controls a little too tight. He relaxed his hands, but could do nothing for his breathing. If Pops noticed it, he didn’t make a joke, so it wasn’t worth mentioning.

Except- except it felt different. This wasn’t a gadget. This was an aircraft, albeit a small one. He had been told it would be different but he hadn’t believed it. As they rise, he sucks in breath through the noticeable gap in his teeth, but he can’t hear the annoying whistling sound that makes over the thrusters. And then his heart leaps as begins to glide over the glittering sand dunes, picking up modest speed. Forget leaping, his heart is doing an entire gymnastics routine and making the other leotard-wearing children sob into their Happy Meals.

Through their whole trip, Pop’s hands never need to come off his shoulders- he hardly has to correct him at all- and when the ship sounds settle down, Luke can hear him laughing, not because he found it funny but with pure bewilderment and happiness.

His kid can fly.

♣ - a fading memory (luke)

At this stage in his development, Luke feels uncomfortable unless he’s holding something. A toy. A sippy cup. A hand or two. One of his parents’ smiling faces occasionally float within grabbing range and have the most interesting textures. When he grabs those, it elicits hilarious responses that make him wheeze and shriek with laughter.

As a result, he’s always being passed things. Later he found out it wasn’t considered ideal for a toddler to be so accustomed to the taste of soda (orange was his favorite but Tab was unfortunately more common), however since the only other alternatives were usually a parade of Kool Aid rip offs or good old plain water, soda was often present nonetheless. And there was nothing ideal about any human life on Earth, at that time.

While other things were scarce, there seemed to be an endless supply of soda. So much that he would eventually realize it was an aftertaste in many of the foods they ate, especially if the food needed some sort of marinade in order to seem edible.

At first he doesn’t realize there’s something new in his sippy cup, something he’s never tried before. He certainly can’t smell it through that tiny hole where he sips from. His dads say… things. Things he can’t exactly recall in the tone of voice that means something special is happening. Something different. He’s about to go somewhere or be given something. He’s looking around for what that must be, and they help him by bringing the sippy cup up to his lips. He’s baffled about why the special words are connected with his sippy cup, but obediently begins to pull from it in sloppy sips.

“That little man, is called OJ” one of them says. “Shorthand for Oh. Joy. Or "Ode to Joy” if you grow up to like music”. He can’t really remember which of them said that, either option is just as likely and some of the words may be ad libbed by his sub concious because it sounds like something they would say.

All the other associated memories are blocked out by how intense and overwhelming that taste seemed to him, like a fucking sunrise happening on his tongue, filling his mouth with bright. OJ. Du jus d'orange. His body responded a lot like a plant, sucking it up thirstily and wanting more. All he knew at the time was that it was delicious and he approved. His wide eyes must’e been funny, because he also remembers chuckling, when he thinks of orange juice. These were vitamins that didn’t come in the form of a large beige horse pill, and his mind told them they worked instantly-like phoenix down even if that was fake and just in his head. The sugar high he got from OJ and the subsequent crash blew any soft drink out of the water.

Supplies were limited. But they enjoyed the hell out of it while it was there and although the memories surrounded it faded a little more all the time, orange juice is still associated in his mind, with vitality and celebration.

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