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HOOLIGANS

[ For those daring souls brave enough to heed the school teacher's plight... The elementary school building greets them at the top of a steep hill overlooking the central plaza of the colony. It's a fairly new addition to the landscape, as priority had been laid elsewhere. Nestled between tall blooming apple trees, the red and white building lays as a colorful contrast to the surrounding greenery. A short earth tone clad troll is standing outside the school steps, wringing her hands with worry while pacing back and forth, tossing the occassional glance upwards to the big clock attatched to a small tower jutting from the school's ceiling. She is visibly distressed. ]

JORUNN: (Ouh der... Wil dey be cømming? Hwat hæv yu gøtten yurself into nå Jorunn? Æsking dese strængers før help.) =Mumbles to herself, brows knitted while sighing and huffing the words despairingly. :< =

WQ: =Never fear! Qirin is here! She greets the sighing and huffing educator troll with a small wave.=

WQ: Hello, there. Are you Jorunn? Was it you who requested aid of sorts?

NEPETA: =She's here also, scampering in behind Qirin, show her to the HOOLIGANS=

DAD: -Anything to help the children. James is also here, admiring the quaint simplicity of the schoolhouse. Who would cause a ruckus in a place like this?-

DAD: -He's also glad Nepeta is here. Did she have a snack before coming out here? She better have.-

DAD: -doffs his hat in stern politeness at the school teacher.-

EQUIUS: -How dare a child's education be disturbed? He is here and sweaty, muscles RIPPLING AND GLEAMING IN THE LIGHT. He is ready to mess up some ruffians-

NEPETA: =Gross=

DAD: -Here is to hoping violence isn't the answer. Where is your shirt, young man.-

EQUIUS: -A tank top is a shirt-

DAD: -It is drenched mysteriously. This is concerning.-

WQ: =She wouldn't have been surprised if he flexed it off on his way here=

JORUNN: =Jumps a good few inches off the ground as Qirin speaks, completely caught off guard as she was too busy fussing. She "stares" wide eyed (even though it doesn't look like her eyes are open at all, perhaps she is related to a certain Bhrock) at the group, a hand over her chest to still her pusher.= Ouh..! Yes. Dayt whuld be me. Yu are thea cræw frøm the U.U, yes? I wuld like to thænk yu før cømming! Trulæy, it is such a rælief.

EQUIUS: D --> Greetings

NEPETA: =Calm down equius wtf=

WQ: Yes, ma'am that would be us. =in no way she thinks youre her mother, jorunn=(edited)

JORUNN: De childræn ær æll inside. =Gestures behind herself to the building.= Sø dey wøn't be hæving to witnæss whatævver must bæ døne. =Fuss fuss explain.=

NEPETA: =she beams at the lemony troll though=

NEPETA: :33 < well make it as clean as pawssible!

NEPETA: :33 < espacially if mew have a hose!

EQUIUS: D --> We'll do what is necessary

DAD: -He's here for cleaning. Removes his hat altogether.-

WQ: The violence shall be very minimal.

NEPETA: =Minimal splatter=

WQ: ...Though yes, I agree with Nepeta in that a hose may help clean up should we require it.

JORUNN: Dayt is such a rælief. Thænk yu all... Thea childræn hæv ben too fræightened to ævæn go øutside to plæy. =Wrings her hands and frowns small.= Dayt hørriblæ øld mæn... Suddænly shøwwing up tø bæbbel nønsense æt ævvery høur of da dæy. =Frustrated huff! THe nerve of some people.=

JORUNN: Hæ is ønly spøuting nønsens, ænd no mætter hwat peøople dø he alwæys cøms bæck.

DAVE: -alongside James, taking in the surroundings of this place- like cleaning blood is that what we are going on about over here

NEPETA: :33 < an old man?

NEPETA: :33 < thats not as fun but well get to the pawttom of it!

DAD: -This is suddenly even more concerning. Dave is your shirt tucked in.-

WQ: What form of nonsense?

EQUIUS: D --> Probably only fit for glue at this point

DAD: THAT IS UNNECESSARY.

EQUIUS: D --> So is his disruption of these children's education

EQUIUS: -Let a motherfluffer disrupt Ananya's education-

DAVE: -feels that gaze and subtly tucks in his shirt-

JORUNN: Ouh... =Waves a hand in the air some, her cheeks thoroughly puffed with annoyance.= Åll kæinds of lunæcy. It is clærly søm issuæ with his hæed. He næeds help, sure-ly, but he cannøt bæ døing whæt hæ døes..! It is disruptivæ. I æm sur hæ might see resøn næww, with æll øff yu tælking to him..?

DAD: IT WOULD BE BEST TO ASSESS THE SITUATION BEFORE JUMPING TO CONCLUSIVE OPINIONS.

DAD: WE WILL DO OUR BEST, MISS SITRON.

EQUIUS: D --> We will speak to this old geezer. However, all of us are probably not necessary for the task. This amount of crew members is absurd

WQ: I would not say so. Our numbers may be sufficient to sway him.

DAD: IT IS DISRESPECTFUL FOR ONE TO REFER TO ELDERS AS GEEZERS, BY THE BY.

JORUNN: Øff cursæ! Dayt is a sænsiblæ... =Oh. Equius' words makes her wring her hands a little more.= Ouh. Wæll... I ønly thought it wul-- yes! =Looks a little sheepish at Quirin and the rest, oh dear. She is the one getting schooled now, how embarrassing.=

EQUIUS: D --> My fists are sufficient

DAD: I APOLOGIZE, QIRIN.

DAD: THIS YOUNG MAN IS BEING NEEDLESSLY AGGRESSIVE.

DAD: PERHAPS HE SHOULD STAY BEHIND.

EQUIUS: D --> That is no ones call to make but my own -Try him, James-

WQ: =To Equius= Do attempt to restrain yourself. We may only require speaking to the disruptor. Besides...

WQ: =sweeps a hand towards the schoolhouse= If the children are watching, what examples shall we show with the use of violence?

WQ: Actually, i rephrase my statement. The children are watching as they are children.(edited)

CHILDREN: =They were indeed squishing their tiny faces to the windows, staring wide at the interesting group of strangers outside. However at the moment attention is brought to them, they all go wide eyed and duck out of sight.=

EQUIUS: D --> They should be doing their sch001work -Children why-

WQ:  Doing schoolwork when supposed excitement is underway? =smiles= I believe you seriously underestimate the priority of young ones.

JORUNN: Yes... Dey shuld be. =Stern gaze towards the school building.=

JORUNN: In anæ cæis. I wuld bæ so græitful if yu culd ræmøve him, perhæps  cønvince him to not cøm bæck..? I æm at my læst stråw hære. :<

EQUIUS: D --> You have our word -Ignores Qirin-

WQ: =How wude.=

WQ: We will succeed. ^_^

JORUNN: =Smiles bright.= Thænk yu..! =Hands to her heart.= Dis is suech a rælief..! JORUNN: He is behæind the bøuilding, møst like. Scæming æt the playgråund. =Steps towards the corner of the building and gestures down the little stone path leading to the back.= JORUNN: I will... Ouh. Læt yu dø hwat must be døne... Wørk in pæce. Whilæ I løøk æfter the childræn.

DAD: -Oh... poor old man. Nods in the direction she gestures.- THANK YOU. DAD: -if no one else is taking the lead, James will begin moving down the path.-

[With James at the front, the group makes their way behind the building. Jorunn watching them go before disappearing inside with the children, trying to keep their curious eyes in check so that what must be done could be done.]

[ In the far back of the trimmed grass part of the playgrounds there is a, by the looks of it, extremely old troll. He is shaking profusely, even if there is no breeze, which causes his impossibly long beard to rustle all the way down to the tip. His hair stands out to all ends, and it is difficult to say where hair stops and beard begins. He is donning a bright yellow robe, and upon seeing (maybe? hard to say when you cannot see his eyes) the approaching group, he raises his thin shaking hands to the heavens. ]

CHEZWHEZ: The SUN HAS GROWN DARK, but LO! Here comes THE DAWN. The warriors of FONDUED JUSTICE cometh to bring PEACE upon the RAVAGED LANDS of the VOICELESS! HEAR, HEAR! The GOLDEN BANNERS will be FLYING TRIUMPHANT once more..!

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EQUIUS: D --> A zealot. Of course

DAD: -Oh my. The troll is certainly old, all the more reason he should be reasoned with. He dips his chin in greeting.- GOOD AFTERNOON, SIR.

WQ: =she sighs. Mostly with relief. Now they really can't fight him. Look at him Equius. He can barely hold himself up.=

EQUIUS: -He will reserve judgment-

WQ:  Lovely day we are having?

[Upon the group coming closer it would appear that he is, in fact, not shaking. The cause of his rattling bones and beard that of something moving around in his robes.]

CHEZWHEZ: As FORETOLD the BRAVEST ONES have come FORTH from BEYOND THE STARS THEMSELVES. CLEANSE the USURPERS with BLESSED and HONEYED! Our HOMES RECLAIMED from the BARBARIANS that POLLUTE our MOST BLESSED! The FERMENTED GLORY of our MOST HOLY! =He steps towards James, his bushy brows raising to reveal two big and bright yellow eyes.=

CHEZWHEZ: Was it the MOTHER? Her ALL KNOWING MOOS that brought you to our STEPS? To BLESS US with CHEESED SALVATION?

WQ: =Yes, James. Was it the moos?=

DAD: -Does not appear alarmed to be approached by the old man as he spouts off cheesy nonsense.- HELLO, STRANGER. WE ARE HERE TO ASSIST ON BEHALF OF THE UNBREAKABLE UNION. MY NAME IS JAMES EGBERT. DAD: DO YOU FIND YOURSELF WELL, GOOD SIR?

CHEZWHEZ: JAMES the UNBREAKABLE! =Tosses his hands into the air with such vigor that his whole robe does a little jump, for a second revealing a pair of very hairy legs.= He has COME! His ARMY of the UNIFIED BLESSED! SMITE the WICKED to bring forth another ERA OF PEACE, FEAST AND CHEESE! =His eyes gloss over with emotion, and he stares to the heavens.= Oh... MOTHER. On this day, the CHEESE. MY PEOPLE will feast. The CHEESE, the CHEESE. =Lip quivers with emotion.=

DAD: -How can he not be so moved by his speech?- DAD: WHO ARE YOUR PEOPLE, MISTER... DAD: I APOLOGIZE. I DO NOT KNOW YOUR NAME. DAD: -eyes... the hairy legs peeking from his robes.-(edited)

WQ: =cheese...=

NEPETA: = she wants to bite him, does he smell like cheeses and weird gamey meat?=

[ He smells like a cornucopia of cheeses that have all been laying out just a tad too long in the sun. Also smells of... Tiny squeakies. Many tiny squeakies. ]

CHEZWHEZ: The VOICLESS are my PEOPLE! The FORGOTTEN and now LOST! Their HOMES! INVADED! Taken from our DELICATE SNOUTS by the LIARS and BETRAYARS! =Puffs his chest slightly.= CHEESE WHEEZE THE WIZARD! This is MY NAME! My HOLY TITLE! Given UPON ME from the HOLIEST OF MOOS on the FULLEST of GRAND MOON EVES!

NEPETA: 833 < do purrr peopawl squeak?

DAD: I FIND MYSELF INTRIGUED. -Underneath the cheese exclamations and all, there's a story James is sure.-

WQ: Tell us more of these liars and betrayers.

CHEZWHEZ: =He has sort of been gradually shuffling closer to James and further away from Nepeta and her unsettling eyes.= We SQUEAK only the MOST SACRED of TRUTHS! Our cause is PURE our FAITH is STRONG! SALVATION has finally COMETH.

CHEZWHEZ: For LONG i have SCOUTED these OVERGROWN LANDS for the MOST BLESSED to UNVEIL themselves onto ME! To BRING THEM BACK to our HOME! To EXTERMINATE the INVADERS! The ones that EXPLOITED our KINDNESS with VILE DEEDS! CRUSHING! CRIPPLING! WASHING! From the INSIDE! From under our very SNOUTS! =He is reaching into his robe for something. Rustle rustle.=

CHEZWHEZ: =Finds what he is looking for, and with a flourish pulls out an extremely soft and soggy looking slice of cheese. He holds it with utmost reverence towards James, looking at him with expectant eyes and breath held.= WILL the PACT be MADE? The HOLIEST of HOLY TASKS be DONE?

WQ: =slow turn to look at james.=

DAD: I ONLY WISH TO UNDERSTAND TO UNDERSTAND YOUR PLIGHT. -gently sets hand over the old man's. Not quite accepting the cheese offering yet but just holding him steady. There, there.- THE VOICELESS YOU SPEAK OF AND AN INVASION YOU MAKE REFERENCE TO. DAD: THIS TASK TO EXTERMINATE THOSE WHO HAVE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF YOUR KINDNESS. DAD: WHO DO YOU SPEAK OF? IS THERE ANY WAY THIS PROBLEM CAN BE SOLVED?

EQUIUS: -Tucks Nep under his arm just in case-

NEPETA: =is football=

CHEZWHEZ: =Eyes go wide when James reaches out, but looks confused as the cheese remains untaken.= FROM RAVAGED HOMES they came seeking our CAVERN! Our SACRED GROUND! For SAFE! For SANCTUARY! Our HEARTS laid in the OPEN to AID our BRETHEREN! But BETRAYAL! FOUL AND VILE! Our HOMES TAKEN! All away! WANDERING HOMELESS! PURPOSELESS! Those DISGUSTING RATS! =He hisses low, his beard shaking with fury.= VILE! WRETCHED! LITTLE LIARS! RED EYES and SNEAKY THIEF PAWS!

DAD: CAVERN? -cocks his head to the side.- YOU ARE REFERRING TO VERMIN? DAD: PLEASE... REMAIN CALM. IT HELPS NO ONE TO EXHAUST YOURSELF.

NEPETA: =Tell her more about those..... rats=

WQ:  Those who have stolen your home are rats? WQ: In the figurative or literal sense?

CHEZWHEZ: =Anger beard shakes!!! Dooohhh!!! He is PEEVED! BAGOSH!!!!=

CHEZWHEZ: VERMIN! PESTS! LYING SCHEMERS FULL OF PUS! The HOLY MISSION it must be DONE! Our HOME must be CLEANSED of these INVADERS! To bring PEACE to bring JUSTICE to our PEOPLE! =Insistantly shoves his cheese hand at James.= Their PITTER PATTER! PITTER PATTER! Leaving DIRT and ROT wherever they WANDER all over our SACRED GROUNDS!

NEPETA: =She will cleanse the entire home, watches the chezwhez=

DAD: -Oh well. Suddenly cheese hand. He glances towards WQ.- DAD: IF IT IS A MATTER OF RAT VERMIN AND ASSISTING THIS DISTRESSED SOUL. SHOULD WE ACCEPT?

EQUIUS: D --> I fail to actually understand what he asks. Sounds like kerfuffle to me. E%cuse my language

NEPETA: :33 < no, mew have to do thr33 meowllion squats fur purr pawtty mouth

WQ:  =sidequests forever= WQ: It may be prudent to ask a favor for our services. =Nods toward the schoolhouse= WQ: =She swept her skirts into her hands and gave a deep curtsy.= WQ: Oh, Cheese Wheeze, the Wizard. We shall aid you in your problematic rat infestaton, however, we only have one humble request.

EQUIUS: -Squeezes her gently-

CHEZWHEZ: =Bright eyed staring as the cheese is ACCEPTED. Qirin's following curtsy making his eyes water. Oh joyous day..! His entire being seems to quiver with emotion, or at least his beard and hair is certainly moving a lot.= Oh BLESSED DAY! SALVATION is UPON US! For such a HOLY DUTY DONE, there is NO REQUEST too LARGE! All shall be PAID their DUES! For so the MOST SACRED OF MOTHERS have MOO'D!

NEPETA: =Gimme the mice old man=

EQUIUS: -Down, neppers-

NEPETA: =Here eyes focus on all that movement but she purrs lowly, watching. waiting=

EQUIUS: -Continues to reign in The Terror ™-

NEPETA: =Be glad old man=

NEPETA: =The horse will falter. Then she will have her fun=

CHEZWHEZ: =Miss he is a holy man, he cannot give you what is his robes, no matter how appealing that thought may be.=

WQ: =equius, she appreciates your restraint, more than you know.= WQ: Oh great Cheese Wheeze. It is simply the children here. =She gestured again to the school= They do not understand the words you speak  as they are still learning the ways of this world. Their minds have yet to expand and the deliverance of such prophetic words are....intimidating so to speak. Our only requestfor your wisdom be told elsewhere. WQ: =places a hand over her heart and dips her head=(edited)

CHEZWHEZ: Once the HOLY CAVERNS have been CLEANSED we will all return ONCE MORE to our homes, for our GLORIED WISDOM only to be shared for those PILGRIMS that seek it! =Wets his lips.= The DUTY? The PACT? Is it DONE? It is MADE?

WQ: =Nods= Yes. Please lead us to your holy caverns. ^_^

DAD: -nods in agreement. Take the lead, Mister Wizard.-

NEPETA: :33 < (and to his furrrriends and foes)

NEPETA: =She has things to gain here=

EQUIUS: -Puts Nep on his shoulder-

EQUIUS: D --> (You are forbidden from action until I deem it necessary)

NEPETA: =She is now a sack of potatoes, small trill= NEPETA: :33 < (mew dont d33m pawlot of things necessfurry)

NEPETA: :33 < (demeowcracy takes too log, we cant ALL get votes)

EQUIUS: -Pets her gently and feeds her some kitty treats-

NEPETA: =......purrs and nibbles these treats=

EQUIUS: D --> (I'm wary of him. My judgment is la%)

CHEZWHEZ: SQUADALA! =Exclaims joyously.= The VOICELESS now have VOICE! The HOLY WARRIORS found! Our CAUSE JUST! =Extends his arms to the air, once more showing the hairy(?) leg.= Our PURPOSE NOBLE! =While he speaks, all the hair on his body appears to be... Moving. All on it's own. No longer flat against his body, now moving in little blobs. There's a squeaking filling the air.= The HOLY GROUNDS! Shall be RECLAIMED!!! =All his "hair" squeaks joyously, and it all scatters from his body. Hundreds of mice swarming from him, in and out of his robes. Some filling it while others dangle from the outside. Turns out The Great Wizard was actually entierly bald. His round blank head practically glowing against the sun.=

CHEZWHEZ: We will SHOW YOU! We will GUIDE YOU!

DAD: -Oh.-

NEPETA: 833 !!!!

NEPETA: =LET HER AT EM=

WQ: =bald peeps unite!=

WQ: =She has half a mind to give him a high five, but she will refrain.=

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EQUIUS: D --> (Do not)

NEPETA: =She would also like to give him a high five=

NEPETA: 833 < (theres so MANY)

CHEZWHEZ: =Skips and waggles a janky leg in what is supposed to be a merry jig. The mice hanging onto him and squeaking happily, they are moving over and around each other, making it look like he is wearing nothing at all except from a exceptionally energetic fur coat.= CHEZWHEZ: We're OFF! To END the VILE THINGS! =Happily hobbles into the forest. There he go!=

WQ: ... WQ: =follows!=

NEPETA: =MNGGNNGN=

[ Chezwhez guides the lil group of holy warriors into the forest, moving easily despite his fragile frame. The road is winding up into the mountains, and as they go he sings a happy song, with the mice squeaking along. It goes as follows: Ære være osten! For den er god og deilig! Den viser den hellige vei, melket fra den hellige mor, den er bare herlig! Ja, ja, ja! Ost er bra! Hurra for de hellige krigere! For de skal knuse, smadre, skvise! De råtne fæle, som tok alt fra oss! De skal nå bli kastet i bakken! Fytti rakkern! En ny era er her! Med ost fra der til alle og enhver! Ja, ja, ja! Hurra, hurra, hurra! Soon they arrive at a cave entrance, and both song and movement stops.] CHEZWHEZ: Here it IS! Here it BE! Our holy SANCTUARY! =Full body Ghibli shiver.= The USURPERS! Are within!

NEPETA: =those squeaks were tempting but the song is catchy! Still tho she wants to GET THE RODENTS. Leans up from Equius' shoulder, getting FIESTY=

WQ: And so we shall boldy go. =Takes out one of her heavy duty medical flashlights.=

EQUIUS: -Pets the rail DOWN. BE DOCILE-

NEPETA: =TAIL FLICKS, heavy purrs and big pupils. She wishes to hunt=

CHEZWHEZ: =Looks to Qirin.= We will PRAY for your SUCCESS! For we must remain OUTSIDE. We are a people not of WARRIORS. This HOLY TASK is not for US. It has been SAID, it has been MADE, it has been DECIDED. The WARRIORS will PURGE ALL. =The mice squeak in agreement, all starting to crawl inside the robes, making the thin troll look like he just gained several pounds.=

NEPETA: =that makes this easier... but is also no sport.    Bleh=

WQ: =they should have called pest control tbh. Does the planet even have pest control?= WQ: Yes, please remain safe, all of you. =Dips her head= ^_^

WQ: =Nepeta, you may yet get to fulfill your heart's desire=

CHEZWHEZ: =How can he call pest control to come when he has all the mice friends? They would try takin' them away too.= CHEZWHEZ: =Raises his hands high into the air.= BLESSED BE! Our PRAYERS with YOU, HOLIEST of HOLY!

NEPETA: =Giddyups on Equius, she's gonna cat wriggle free to nyoom at Qirin who has the right idea. Getting the food!=

WQ: =oh. good point, cheese wheeze. Let's keep your mouse pals happy and alive= WQ: Come friends. ^_^ =INTO DARKNESS theme plays=

EQUIUS: -Sighs and makes an Equius shaped entrance in-

[ Chezwhez sings another song as they go, a soft hymn to bolster their spirits. The muffled enthusiastic squeaks of the mice joining in. The cave itself is quite dank, water dripping from the ceiling. Thanks to Qirin's flashlight it's an easier task to avoid stepping on the more loose and slippery looking parts of the steps crudely carved into the rock. There's a distant sound of the pattering of feet, that echo hollow against the walls. ]

WQ: =she's committing all these songs to memory.= WQ: =she peers into the darkness, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting her flashlight provides=

NEPETA: =That distant patter is going to meet the sharp end of her everything=

[ The way goes down, down, down for some time, growing darker and darker as they go. Luckily the flashlight keeps them from being completely enveloped in it. Eventually the little group would realize they are no longer descending, and are walking straight ahead. The flashlights falls on a gap in the rocks ahead. ]

[ Rock WALL i should say, whoops. ]

WQ: Hm. =she angled the flashlight into the crevice. Will they be able to squeeze through? Is there movement beyond it?=

[ The light doesn't seem to reach far enough into the crevice to be able to see if there's any movement. It's simply too dark. It will be a tight squeeze, but a person should be able to squeeze through. With enough Determination ™ ]

NEPETA: =Examines this wall= NEPETA: :33 < i think i can get through! or rafurr i know i can to pawssibly see whats on the other side :03

WQ: Are you certain? =Still she passes the light over to nepeta=

NEPETA: =shucks off her jacket and puts it right on the dank cave floor= NEPETA: :33 < of purrse! ive crawled through tighter spaces! =scampers up to the crack in the wall. the wall crack. and starts to liquid cat her way in=

[ Thanks to Nepeta's ability to cat, she is able to get through the crack. As she gets deeper it is getting warmer, more moist. Once she reaches the other side she will find herself on the edge of a subterranean lake. ]

NEPETA: :0( < OH gross! NEPETA: :33 < theres watpurr over here NEPETA: =looks around is there anything in this lake? can she see? Her cat eyes are doing their best=

[ It appears to be a round enclosed space. There's a little bit of light rising from the bottom of the lake thanks to some bioluminescent moss, and should her cat eyes try to scan the bottom of it there appears to be a tunnel of some sort underneath the water. There's pitter patter closeby, and there's a sudden PLOP as something enters the water. A black blob wiggling and swimming towards the tunnel, long tail swishing behind. ]

NEPETA: :OO  =GASP!!!!!!!=

WQ: =!= WQ: Everything all right, Ms. Leijon?

NEPETA: :33 < the rodent! NEPETA: :33 < there's a tunnel and a lake mmn, do mew think you can get through? i can go get it though....... even.... though its in water. NEPETA: :33 < ill be so fast ill DRAG IT OUT

WQ: =looks at the gap. Can she squeeze through? She is trying anyway.= WQ: If you can, however please use caution. I shall be there in a moment should you require assistance. =she hopes=

NEPETA: =That confirmation was all she needed before she .... dives on in after the long tail. Guess what's gonna get GRABBED=

[ Is Qirin determined enough? Then she can. She can do anything! The blob wiggles furiously once something dives in after them, trying to get away. However the cat is too speedy, and the tail is grabbed. Turns out it's a big rat, who is now flailing wildly against the hold on it's tail. ]

WQ: =she's slowly making her way through the gap; she isn't quite as flexible as the troll.= WQ: =She sure hears that splashing though= WQ: Are those the sounds of success?

NEPETA: =Oh.... worth the water! Nepeta lets herself swim rather clumsily backwards but she is sinking her claws into this tail and steadily pulling the rat to her= NEPETA: =Can it see her glowing eyes with all this moss? Regardless she can't respond to Qirin as she's underwater and water is DUMB=

[ The rat can only see it's brief life flashing before it's eyes, flailing and trying to twist around to BITE Nepeta's hand. ]

WQ: =still shimmying!=

NEPETA: =HOW RUDE, Nepeta hisses.... glubs? UGH, SWIPES paw at the rat's snoot. BAD FOOD=

[ Qirin will find herself on the other side soon enough! Witness the bubbles rising from the water at this underwater battle. The rat is hanging on for dear life on Nepeta's hand, even at the swipes. This is the final battle... It's not like it can keep it's breath for a lot longer either. It was supposed to be a short swim back to their home, how did it end up like this. ]

NEPETA: =It's an air battle at this point, it can bite ALL IT WANTS. Nepeta bares her fangs and keeps trying to haul this rat to land. Oh boy, oh buddy. You wait. Just you wait.=

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WQ: =pop! she's through! Finally.=

NEPETA: =Gaze upon the bubbles of battle=

[ The rat is hauled sure enough, as all the power and energy it has is going into the BITE. ]

WQ: !! WQ: =she would take out her spear, but she wouldn't dare with Nepeta in such close proximity.=

WQ: =she's going to try to punch the rat in the head instead=

NEPETA: =Thank you Qirin for being her other hand.... Nep's glad to be free of the water. She's going to plunge her claws and maybe even her entire hand into the rat's vitals. She will take the heart. It's squeaky beaty=

[ Somewhere out there in the universe the One Punch Man theme is playing, and know that it is playing for Qirin. The rat lets go of Nepeta's hand upon having it's head thoroughly BONKED, then goodnight sweet prince; and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. Nepeta has the rat heart. ]

[ The DEAD text is surely floating above the rat's corpse somewhere as it lies motionless on the lake's edge. ]

WQ: =oh sweet carapacian jesus=

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NEPETA: =lifts her bloody hand victoriously... well they're both bloody. The one with the heart= NEPETA: :33 < we did it!

NEPETA: =Get me filletin knife Qirin=

WQ: =she has a throwing knife. Will that work?= WQ: =tuts and takes Nepeta's bitten hand before sanitizing the area and wrapping it in the aforementioned cat bandage.= WQ: I admit, I am surprised there was only one.

EQUIUS: -Appears. Thank you Qirin for taking care of his cat.-

NEPETA: =BOO HISS N- ... oh..... those are cute....... she will... allow this. BEGRUDINGLY=

NEPETA: :33 < well it was swimming to that tunnel down there purrhaps theres more, there never is just one!

NEPETA: =she's also captcha-ing this corpse=

[ Secret tunnel, secret tunnel... ]

NEPETA: =SECRET TUNNEL WITH MORE FOOD=

WQ: =there is probably a fillet knife in the kitchens on the UU= WQ: Shall we surge forward into the enchanting darkness and locate the rest of these sneak thieves? ^_^

NEPETA: :PP < i guess SO... bluh =DIVES in the water to swim to the tunnel=

WQ: ... WQ: =Oh yes...the water. Bucks up and wades through it.=

[ The underwater tunnel doesn't go very far, so luckily they don't have to be masters of holding their breath. Straight ahead for a short while, then straight up. Once they emerge they will see another closed off cave. This one with countless tiny houses carved from, and in, the rocks surrounding them on all sides. There's torches attatched to the walls, and in some of the tiny houses there's a singular tiny tealight. Warm light flickering and dancing across the walls. There's loud pitter pattering about, scurrying and scampering once these strange beings emerge from the pool. Beady red eyes in the relative dark staring. In the middle of the "town" is a fountain, of which has a golden cow at the top that is standing on it's hind legs like a beautiful stallion. Fondue pouring out from the udders and into the fountain. Absolutely beautiful. ]

WQ: =oh=

NEPETA: 800 NEPETA: :33 < ...... (im gonna steal that fur tafurros)

WQ: It is such a glorious centerpiece for the town. It would be a shame if the mice discovered it gone.

NEPETA: :33 < we only have to get rid of the rats though right? :33 NEPETA: =here come the clawkind. Stares back into those beady eyes=

[ Mice and Chezwhez both most like, not to mention the terrible wrath the scorned cow mother might inflict upon Nepeta for stealing her statue away. Upon the clawkind coming into play, some of the rats squeak and hiss loudly. Those terrible mice! Playing dirty by sending these devils! Some of the rats begin to swarm the plaza, all gathering in a big dark lump that seems to move like a single entity. They rush forth towards the intriders as a big terrifying mass of claws and teeth. ]

WQ: =Addressing the rats, she said,= I suggest you all leave or b-- =oh wow, that sure is a large something= WQ: =to Equius= Let us refrain from causing any structural damage. WQ: =takes out her throwing knives=

NEPETA: =Yessssssssss! She's definitely no diplomat and well, when there's a fight over territory not many words need to be spared. Nepeta is fast to jump into action, leaping on the figure with slashing claws and  kicking feet. Sorry Qirin were you saying a thing?=

WQ: =PEW PEW PEW=

[ The mass hisses with fangs bared, more rats joining the swarm until they are all part of the hivemind. As rats fall from it, bloodied and limp from claws and feet, other rats move to fill in the gaps. They lash and gnash with teeth and claws at the pair, a constant offensive force that pushes and pushes. ]

WQ: =All right, enough of this. Out comes her spear. She's attacking the limbs, attemping to get the rats to dissolve.=

NEPETA: =through all her scratches and punctures and kicks to the throat she scans, is there some kind of.... alpha rat? a glue that holds them all together?=

[ (Silver the Hedgehog voice) It's no use. No matter how many rats that fall it doesn't appear to make any noticeable difference, as other's take the places of the fallen as soon as they drop. There's considerable movement in the middle of the shape however, rats moving rapidly over one another to keep a constant meatshield over a exceptionally large white eyed rat. ]

NEPETA: =There you are! Nepeta drops with the next rat she kills and regroups with Qirin, standing defensive to dodge blows= NEPETA: :33 < (theres a big one in the meowddle! with HUGE beady white eyes i want to try and get that one!)

WQ: Ah, yes, I see it. =she nods= I have your rear.

WQ: =poises spear to the ready to shishkabob any rat that attempts to attack Nepeta in her quest=

NEPETA: =Nods and starts back off, running then sprinting and drops to all fours eventually. She jumps onto the hulking mass and runs along the limb before quickly trying to swooce in between some seams of the meat sheild. If she can penetrate that and cat the rest of the way in it's shank-city=

EQUIUS: -He punch-

[ The rats do not appreciate these punches or stabs or pounces AT ALL. They hiss and snarl, biting and scratching at anything in proximity. However even as rats keep filling up the gaps, the overall size of the blob is now shrinking. When Nepeta jumps forwards, the mass tries to shrink away out of her way. Starting to dissolve to give her nothing to climb on. Rats skittering to and fro rapidly to give the Alpha Rat a means to get out of eyesight before they try to reform. ]

NEPETA: :33 < get back here!! =Chases them!!!!=

NEPETA: :33 < face purr demise with pawnor!

EQUIUS: D --> Nepeta, to me. I have a plan

NEPETA: =But the chase..... she huffs but scampers back to Equius= NEPETA: :33 < did mew s33 where the big one went? whispurr it to me =leans up on tiptoes=

WQ:  =hacking away at rats to prevent them from coming closer to them=

[ Congrats Qirin, your spear has now a multitude of rat corpses attatched to it. One by one like a shishkebab. The other rats are now reforming into the larger shape, the Alpha Rat in the middle of it as they swarm around and stack on top of each other. ]

EQUIUS: D --> I believe so. Do you remember that maneuver I told you was e%tremely dangerous and silly? We're going to do it -Picks up the cat-

NEPETA: !!!!!!! NEPETA: :33 < yessssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!! =Is lift, is also a ball=

WQ: =she's gonna...try to slide them off down the pole.=

EQUIUS: -He eyes the Alpha rat, winding up and LAUNCHING Nepeta at the center of this rat mech. Catball special-

[ Squuuelllchhh... The dead rats slide off of Qirin's spear and fall to the cavern floor with disgusting splats. Rip in rest. ]

[ The mass of rats have the no fear. They have the courage of at least 50 whole rat. It tries to seperate so that Nepeta would just go through nothing, but as she is tossed at the Alpha, they are unable to seperate in such a way without completely unfusing. They hiss loud, rats swarming swiftly to protect the center, though Nepeta is easily making most of them splat from the sheer force behind the throw alone. Still they swarm. ]

WQ: =she's going to ignore that she found the noise highly satisfying=

NEPETA: =She's gonna get that disgusting splat meat soon.. But HERE COMES A HER. Claws pointed and ready. She might even though clean through them. In the best way possible=

[ Some of the rats throw themselves at Nepeta out of desperation, biting down on any and all that they can reach of her. Be that exposed skin or her clothes, anything to keep her away from the center of the swarm. It's small by now, just a desperate pile of flailing bodies that hiss and squeak loudly. ]

WQ: =still punching rats in the FACE.=

EQUIUS: -STRONG punching rats-

NEPETA: =She bites THEM back and keeps on DIGGING and cutting through to the center, pupils dialted she's pretty thoroughly covered in scratches and bites and blood and fur= NEPETA: 833 < i can hear purr heart beating! SOON!

[ This is all just incredibly gorey. Rats fall one by one in bloody chunks to the cavern floor. Blood splattered across the tiny houses and the cow fountain. The Alpha Rat bares it's fangs at Nepeta as it is exposed. Flinging it's big self right at her face with chomping fangs and scratchy paws. ]

NEPETA: =HEY FRIEND! Nepeta is more than happy to tussle you, rising to meet it and buries her claws deep into its torso while they roll=

[ It screeches, hissing froth from it's mouth and clawing at Nepeta's face. Fangs snapping at her as blood seeps from the claw wounds. The few remaining rats try to bite at her as well, at her legs and arms. ]

NEPETA: =She's taken on packs before. Workin them muscles Nepeta twists her claws and turns to fling the alpha away from the group. Hopefully enough to mortally wound it but also give her enough time to quick jab these UNDERLING PUNKS=

[ The Alpha Rat is flung into one of the tiny buildings with a sickening crack upon impact, flailing it's upper paws and trying to drag itself away while hissing. The underlings are swarming Nepeta, but their strength is gone and their leader needs help. Their uncertainty is their downfall. Only one remains. ]

NEPETA: =Here she stands, bitten and scratched and bloody with blood that isn't all hers. When she's finally staring at that one crawl away Nepeta treads over the bodies of the alpha's fallen comrades. Steps over to it and crouches= ..... NEPETA: :33 < im going to tame mew NEPETA: :33 < purr name is hissy! =Stares into its eyes. SUBMIT=

[ Nepeta please, this rat is BLIND. It is oblivious to the stares, but knows something big and bloody is in front of them. It HISSES LOUD, trying to move, but is too weak. ]

NEPETA: =Awww, it's blind. That's okay, she HISSES back and presses its head down. Submit DARN YOU=

WQ: =life is weird=

EQUIUS: D --> Nepeta

EQUIUS: -Life is strange-

NEPETA: :33 < (im in the meowddle of negotiation, pawlease!)

EQUIUS: D --> Cut the fiddle faddle

NEPETA: =DO YOU KISS YOUR LUSUS WITH THAT MOUTH?=

[ The Alpha would rather die than submit to the murderer of it's people. It hisses and struggles against the hold. Spitting more froth and blood everywhere. ]

NEPETA: =That makes her want to keep it MORE..... but fine. She'll make it quick. Shinkshank= NEPETA: :33 < bluhhhhhhhhhhhh

WQ: =She is appreciative of your attempt, Nepeta=

EQUIUS: -unfazed like yep that me moirail-

[ And so this rat is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible!! THIS IS A EX-RAT!! ] [ The city is covered in death and gore, but that is the way of war. The mice city has been taken back from the invaders. ]

EQUIUS: -Stands here like Saitama-

EQUIUS: D --> Ridiculous -Horsey sigh-

NEPETA: =Runs around gathering ones that look like they'd make decent meals=

NEPETA: :33 < purride is a dangpurrous thing but i can respect it!

EQUIUS: D --> Put those down you don't know where they've been

NEPETA: :33 < on my claws duh!

WQ: =the least they can do is clean up their mess. She begins collecting the corpses Nepeta doesn't take and will later go on to return the dead to the earth. Such is the circle of life.=

WQ: =She collects them in her sylladex. There is no way she has enough arm space for all of them=

[ With the evil defeated, Chezwhez and fellow mice may once more move back into the holy cheese city. No more will they wander aimless and lost, nor scream at children. The holy warriors each is rewarded with a cow idol carved from the finest of cheese, and it is said that statues of the heroes have been carved into the cave walls to always remember their noble quest. From Jorunn and the school children they all recieve a variety of all kinds of baked goods and hand drawn thank you notes featuring lots of colors and poor grammar. ]

WQ: =she is deeply humbled and shall treasure these gifts forever=

EQUIUS: -He is moved deeply. However he has to clean this cat-

WQ: =after you clean the cat she will bandage the cat with cat bandages to make it all the more bearable for the fierce huntress=

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0431

CALIBORN: -a not-so-jolly green giant is draping himself dramatically over a table in the cafeteria, expelling the deepest sigh in all of the known universe.-

CALIBORN: -and he will continue to lie there and sigh until someone notices him. don't think he won't do this all day.-

WQ: =She is no longer stressed tf out now that a certain patient has been released with no chance of escaping. If it had gotten any more ridiculous, she would have asked Dirk to lend her two guards stationed at this certain patient's door and manhandle them if necessary back into bed. She'd even considered placing this certain patient into a medically induced coma with how intent they were on refusing to allow themselves to HEAL. Luckily, she did not have to take any drastic measures other than restraints.= 

WQ: =ANYWAY=

WQ: =She hungers and decides to take her break out here rather than retreat back into the wards. Walking to the line, she noticed Caliborn and gave a cheerful smile.= Good afternoon. It certainly sounds like you have a very healthy set of lungs.

CALIBORN: -FINALLY. who's this cueball headed motherfucker? he asks himself, not finding it ironic at all to question.- DuH. I AM IN PEAK PHYSICAL CONDITION IN BASICALLY EVERY MEDICAL CATEGORY. 

CALIBORN: -rolls to sit up, crosslegged.- GET A LOAD OF THIS PHYSIQuE. IT'S A GODDAMN SHAME THAT MY MuSCLES, IN MY BODY OR MY MIND, ARE NOT BEING IMPLEMENTED INTO WHATEVER RANKINGS THEY HAVE ON THIS SHIP. 

CALIBORN: IT ISN'T AS THOuGH. I NEED TO BE CONFINED TO MY QuARTERS. SO WHY, I ASK YOu, HAVE I NOT BEEN PROMOTED TO GENERAL OR SOMETHING? THIS IS BuLLSHIT.

WQ: =She laughed, piling a few things onto a tray.= I cannot answer that. It is not my department. You will have to ask one of the junior officers here why such a grave injustice has befallen one such as you. I believe Officer Redglare is one whom you should direct your queries.  ^_^

WQ: =Or perhaps the captain, but Dirk is stressed enough already. Besides, Caliborn must be joking. Right?=

CALIBORN: REDGLARE. IS THAT THE ONE WITH THE RED GLASSES. AND THE RESTING BITCH FACE? AS THE NAME IMPLIES. -makes glasses shapes with his hands over his eyes.- 

CALIBORN: WHO THE FuCK TITLES THEMSELVES THAT LITERALLY ANYWAY? -is that even how troll titles work? what does he care, actually-

WQ: Yes, though not so much the latter, I believe. =She's seen redglare smile! Once.. She thinks.= 

WQ: Ah, many of the older trolls here, actually. Darkleer. Dualscar. Signless. The Psionic. Disciple. Not all adopt a name for themselves. At times it is given upon the accomplishment of a great feat.

CALIBORN: MOST OF THOSE ARE STuPID TOO. CALIBORN: WHAT IS SO EXCEPTIONAL ABOuT THE WAY HE LEERED DARKLY. THAT GRANTED HIM THAT MONIKER FOR THE REST OF HIS MISERABLE EXISTENCE? -he is making assumptions about this darkleer fellow. if only he knew how spot on he was.-

WQ: =she shrugged, feeling another smile creep up= I am unsure of that. Perhaps you should ask him. ^-^

CALIBORN: MAYBE I WILL. IF I CARED ENOuGH. -slips off the table to hover over her- 

CALIBORN: AND WHO ARE YOu? I'M CALIBORN. IF YOu DON'T KNOW BY NOW. WHICH YOu SHOuLD.

WQ: =Slightly relieved he didn't take her seriously. Ha! Imagine asking Darkleer that to his FACE. hm... Perhaps she shouldn't.= 

WQ: I have seen your name upon the roster. You and you sister have both been quite scarce. It is my pleasure to finally meet you in person. I am Qirin. Resident doctor.

CALIBORN: -squints at her- I DON'T LIKE DOCTORS.

WQ: Ah, well, most do not. I cannot fault you for that. =hmm...milk or juice?=

CALIBORN: SO LONG AS YOu DON'T STICK ME uNEXPECTEDLY WITH ANY NEEDLES. WE SHOuLD BE FINE.

WQ: Oh? You mean... =slowly looks over at him= ...right in this very moment?

CALIBORN: -recoils a little defensively. SQUINTING MORE.- 

CALIBORN: I MEAN! EVER!

WQ: I am kidding. I promise you, I shall keep all needles away from your person. If you do happen to get stuck with a needle by any of the medical staff here, it is very more than likely to save your life. 

WQ: Personally, I would prefer a needle over dying. 

 WQ: Since the ship has a variety of blood types, we do stick volunteers with needles when they donate blood, but again, they are volunteers. WQ: We will not take from you without permission. =hand over her heart. It's a PROMISE. She looked him over and smiled again= 

WQ: Luckily, you do not appear sickly, nor do you have a grievous wound, so it appears you are safe.

CALIBORN: ... -relaxes, but he's still glaring- FINE. BuT DON'T THINK THIS MEANS I TRuST YOu. 

CALIBORN: I'LL BE KEEPING A CLOSE EYE. -demonstrates with the Rock Eyebrow-

WQ: =Sure YOU shouldnt be called Redglare, Caliborn?= Of course you will. ^_^ =she turned back to her her tray and pointed at the various food items presented.= 

WQ: Fruit cup or chicken breast?

CALIBORN: ... CHICKEN BREAST. -nods firmly- NO CONTEST.

WQ: =slides him a plate of it= You have been eating your greens?

CALIBORN: -oh... it's for him? WELL. OF COURSE IT IS. he takes the plate and just starts picking it apart with his fingers.- GREENS?? WHAT?

WQ: =waves around a lettuce leaf=

CALIBORN: -he has never looked more offended in his life. or atleast, in this conversation.-

WQ: =stuffs it right in her mouth=

CALIBORN: EuGH! DISGuSTING! -recoils further with his chicken-

WQ: =leans in= Do you know what else it is? 

WQ: Excellent needle repellent. =Adds more lettuce to her tray=

CALIBORN: -squints at her again- JuST HOW STuPID DO YOu THINK I AM?

WQ: It is true! I have not required a single needle as I have not suffered a single ill.

HORSE DRONE: -It wanders about the ship aimlessly- having been told to "go play", which is an order it can't figure out how to complete properly. It is naturally drawn to the area with the most commotion.-

JAKE: -peering out of the kitchen with LOUD SQUINTS. He fucking hates that thing why did it find him. Let the man concentrate on his community service, horse drone.-

DIRK: -you're welcome for everything about those thoughts-

HORSE DRONE: -! it's ears lift when it spots one of it's secondary masters. It gallops towards Jake, standing at the ready, wheezing- waiting for commands.-

JAKE: - N O. NO. FUCK. The galloping??? There is a lot of swearing streaming out from the kithen now. He can't believe it found him again.-

WQ: =she is so glad she can witness this=

CALIBORN: I DON'T CARE WHAT YOuR DIET MIGHT REQuIRE FOR YOuR OWN "GOOD HEALTH." BuT I'M CARNIVOROuS. AND I INTENDED TO FuCKING STAY THAT WAY-- 

CALIBORN: WHAT THE SHIT IS THAT ATROCITY? -watches it gallop past-

JAKE: ONE THOUGHTFUL SPEC OF A MARITAL PRESENT!!!!  -yells from a distance.-

CALIBORN: JAKE HuMAN. IS THAT YOu? -peeps into the kitchen-

WQ: =sips her pineapple juice. Dont come crying to her when needles begin to haunt your dreams.= 

WQ: ... 

WQ: A gift. =she summarizes. A gift to Dirk, and also a gift to behold.=

JAKE: -bursts from past the kitchen entrance, wearing an apron over his uniform.- The very same! How do you do!!! 

JAKE: And youre darn tooting its a gift. -quotation marks in the air as he turns and sees yep. It's still following him. And wheezing. He hates how it wheezes. Throws it a dirty look.- Why this heap of asthematic mechanics was given to dirk by none other than daelos the ma(ch)inist zahhak himself! 

JAKE: ARENT WE LOOKING PRETTY DARN FREAKY TODAY OLD CHAP???

JAKE: Eugh look at it... the wheezing. It wheezes! Robots arent supposed to emulate BREATHING. What the fuck honestly!

CALIBORN: THIS THING BELONGS TO DIRK? -looks at it with similar feelings of disgust-

JAKE: Its his own personalized beast of burden. 

JAKE: So yes. Yes it is.

MEULIN: -distantly eyeballing the horse drone... And also the Calicorn?-

CALIBORN: AND HE WANTS IT? JuST WHEN I THOuGHT THAT MAN COuLD NOT GET ANY  MORE FuCKING BIZARRE.

MEULIN: -him big... And there's something about him that sure seems strangely familiar.-

CALIBORN: -QUIT STARIN AT ME WITH THEM BIG OL EYES-

MEULIN: - 👀  -

JAKE: -also staring at the horse drone. He is imagining taking out a pistol and violently putting it out of its misery right now.- 

JAKE: -eeeeeeeeeeeedges back into the kitchen, not making too many sudden movements.-

HORSE DRONE: -it makes disturbing snuffling noises from inside it's mask as it circles the kitchen in confusion. It just wants to "play"- thereby fulfulling it's commands. Where Jake?-

HORSE DRONE: -Apparently it doesn't have the best vision- one minor caviate of having skin made out of a leather mask.-

JAKE: -This is the worst.-

HORSE DRONE: -clop clop clop-

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0430

UNCLE BRO: -HERE HE IS, coming to get a sports drink after some physical therapy and a LIGHT workout. At this point he really just has the cane for aesthetic. After retrieving his drink he plops down at a table, sipping it while being a little winded.- BRO: -IS HE STILL HERE? regardless, derek is also here now, slinking into the cafeteria for a meal probably barely passable as food.- UNCLE BRO: -Casually eating some curry now- Sup RILEY: -what a coincidence, here comes she. except she goes straight to staring at the food. And giving it a dirty look- BRO: -sweats about riley. shes so small... and so angry... but he's preoccupying himself by eyeballing the brother- Are you out for good now? MOM: -Well everyones gotta' eat. However, When Roxanne enters the cafeteria and sees the company its already holding she kinda regrets not coming in an hour before...-

MOM: -Its too late to turn around now without making it obviously weird. So shes going to quietly walk herself over to the food options, keeping her distance from Riley.- RILEY: -WHY. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING. why does food make her want to puke? Ok, she knows why, but why is Roxanne here? this sucks. she's trying to make something here sound appetizing in her head but failing at it- UNCLE BRO: Yep -He's looking around. Oh this should be good- BRO: -NO?? NO IT SHOULDNT. now he's glancing over at them nervously- ...

BRO: Yeah cool. MOM: -You should try eating soup if your stomach feels janked up Riley. Shes grabbing some and potato salad.-

MOM: -And Roxanne does side eye Riley once before turning and starting to look around for a table. She would like to give a greeting to Davenforth of course but Derek is right there...- UNCLE BRO: Kept ya waitin huh BRO: Shut up Keifer. -slides into a seat next to him. just gonna. try to ignore all that business over there.- RILEY: -it's all a little too much, trying so hard to like this food and trying not to feel even more guilty that she doesn't really want to be speaking out loud, but she makes a conscious choice to do so anyway.- i fucking give up. i give up. BRO: -baby do n t- ROXANNE: -Owl turns her head at Riley's voice- ........ UNCLE BRO: Its lettuce BRO: Im gonna slap the shit out of you. -DONT MEME AT A TIME LIKE THIS- UNCLE BRO: Yo riri try the egg drop soup its bomb

RILEY: no. it looks like shit. it smells like shit. i don't need this.

ROXANNE: (Then don't eat it.)

ROXANNE: -Pretty simple, you dont need to insult the chef Riley.-

UNCLE BRO: ....-It finally goddamn clicks and he turns to Derek-

UNCLE BRO: Is she

UNCLE BRO: Yaknow

BRO: -el squinto- Is she what? -YIKES-

UNCLE BRO: Yaknow bakin buns and shit

BRO: ... 

BRO: ... 

BRO: ... -KILL BILL SIRENS AS IT ALL SUDDENLY MAKES SENSE-

MOM: -She finally picked a table by herself one over from Davenforth and Derek, and right as she sat down she MAY have over heard that question.- 

MOM: -Her internal reaction is very much the same as Dereks.-

UNCLE BRO: -He facepalms- God fucking dammit

RILEY: -spins around after realizing that they've caught on and crosses her arms, disguising the panic in being defensive as hell- who the-- why would you even ask something like that? i'm standing right here. i can HEAR you. fucking dick move, dave.

MOM: -She quite suddenly also does not feel like eating.-

UNCLE BRO: Dick move dave thats me just here to pass out the latest in dickish maneuvers

BRO: Jesus. Christ. 

BRO: For fuckin real Dave. -but also looks at riley sweatily-

RILEY: -pointedly not looking at Derek because she cannot- yeah, calm down. -uh oh, she's losing it-

DAD: -There sure sounds like a lot of cussing out here. Cue the strong fatherly disapproval as James walk in pushing a cartful of fresh baked goodies to put up in the cafeteria.- ?

DAD: GOOD AFTERNOON EVERYONE.

RILEY: -and James is here too). Oh god. She covers her face- unfuckingbelievable!

MOM: -James please come sit next to her she is kinda trying to keep it cool and struggling.-

MOM: -At least drive your cart by her.-

DAD: -You sound astonishingly distressed, Riley. James is now on high alert, quickly glancing between everyone before resting eyes on Riley.- IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT.

UNCLE BRO: Wanna take a seat riri

RILEY: you gonna make more jabs at me to tickle yourself or what?

DAD: -Riley, please. Shoots a concerned glance to Roxanne, wondering what could possibly be so upsetting right now.-

BRO: -hhhh. he gets out of his seat to go over to riley, reaching out to touch her arm... a little cautiously, to be honest.- Listen we dont gotta stick around here. 

BRO: We could... Go elsewhere. 

BRO: ... Maybe talk...

DAD: -watching this with his eyes. Derek you also look distressed. What the hullabaloo is going on??-

BRO: -HE'S REAL DISTRESSED JAMES BUT WHAT ELSE IS NEW-

DAD: -Well James won't object. He has pies, cake, and donuts to unload.-

UNCLE BRO: -He's not really helping-

UNCLE BRO: Nah just wanted to sit and chat try and help with some choices

RILEY: -pulls her arm away from him. she can't look at him, she can't tell him- about what? there's nothing to talk-- -her voice cracks and she sighs, looking like she's about to cry-

UNCLE BRO: Nevermind we can talk food later

DAD: -still trying to catch Roxanne's eye. He is subtle. The most stealt- ...- 

DAD: SEE TO IT THAT YOU ARE WELL, RILEY. PLEASE. -uncovering this beautiful blue velvet cake.-

BRO: Shit-- Riley... -eyeballs james and the cake- She dont want that shes not feeling well. 

BRO: ... -looks back at her- You dont want it right?

UNCLE BRO: -Holy shit he needs a piece of that-

DAD: -He wasn't exactly offering it being concerned for her like he was. But. It's here. He puts it up for display.-

UNCLE BRO: -He's gonna get a piece of that when less drama-

RILEY: no, i-- fuck. -she turns around and starts to hurry out of the room-

BRO: Riley-- -HHHHHH- 

BRO: -turns head to look at davenforth like YOU FOOL. YOU FUCKING FOOL. YOU ABSOLUTE GODDAMN BUFFOON. I'M GOING TO KILL YOU.-

UNCLE BRO: -He's used to it at this point. Catknife.jpg-

UNCLE BRO: Yo hey ro and jamie can you help me with somethin in the atrium

BRO: -THERE IS NO WHERE TO HIDE-

DAD: -gentlemen please...- DEPENDING ON THE NATURE OF THE REQUEST. I WOULD NOT BE OPPOSED TO OFFERING ASSISTANCE WHERE I CAN. -passive gazing at Derek.- UNCLE BRO: -He's trying to give you some privacy JEEZ- BRO: -grumps- (Subtle James.) -WHATEVER. he's out of here.- UNCLE BRO: I wanted to talk to you about lif real quick RILEY: -GOTTA GO FAST- ROXANNE: -She has been so god damn interested in this potato salad, damn who made it, its so much more incredible then the drama taking place around her.- DAD: -Roxanne, please... He turns his attention back to Daven. Continues to unload his pastry cart.- HOW PRIVATE IS THE MATTER. UNCLE BRO: Shes my girlfriend so pretty private

DAD: -pauses, surprised to learn this. Suddenly a good many facts seem to make sense to him.- I WAS NOT AWARE. BUT REGARDLESS, I WOULD NOT THINK TO BERATE A REQUEST FOR DISCRETION. OR THE URGENCY WHICH MAY FOLLOW SUIT. DAD: I AM AVALIABLE SPEAK AT YOUR EARLIEST CONVENIENCE.

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0429

UNCLE BRO: -In he walks with his trusty cane sword, back in uniform and everything. He's even moving not super stiffly. Today, he is gonna have a burrito. He will not be stopped.-

REDGLARE: -LOOMS OVER HIM- REDGLARE: W3r3 you d1sch4rg3d?

UNCLE BRO: -Turns around and offers her a bite of burrit- Yep

NYALAH: -saunters in for the purpose of inconspicuously sitting at one of the lunch tables. On the table. Cross-legged so she can stare at Redglare and Davenfur.-

REDGLARE: Off1c14lly?  Or d1d you s1mply d3c1d3 you w3r3 d1sch4rg3d?

UNCLE BRO: Its official you gonna try this burrito or what

NYALAH: -licks chops in the distance-

UNCLE BRO: -He sees you cat-

NYALAH: -meows internally. Meows eternally-

REDGLARE: W3r3 you -off3r1ng- th3 burr1to?

REDGLARE: You should 34t.  You 4r3 4nd w3r3 r3cov3r1ng. 

REDGLARE: -POKES HIM STOMACH- 

 REDGLARE: 4nd 1 th1nk you m1ght h4v3 lost m4ss.

UNCLE BRO: -Hisses slightly-

NYALAH: -Psa. Redglare is a cute nerd when she fusses.-

UNCLE BRO: Still a lil tender babe

UNCLE BRO: Im gonna eat dont sweat it when did you last eat something not a protein bar

REDGLARE: P4st3.  Prot31n p4st3.

NYALAH: -disgusting-

REDGLARE: -EYES NYALAH.  SHE SENSES YOUR JUDGEMENT-

NYALAH: -grooms self innocently, even as Redglare eyes her.-

UNCLE BRO: Yeah no this burrito is yours now -Shoves it at Redglare-

UNCLE BRO: -He's gonna make another NOW-

REDGLARE: ... Wh4t's 1n th1s?

REDGLARE: 1 don't trust burr1tos.

NYALAH: -All this hard work, Davenfur. It better be a good burrito.-

UNCLE BRO: Steak cheese beans vegetation

NYALAH: -Gross.-

REDGLARE: .. 

REDGLARE: -EYES CAT- 

REDGLARE: -PUTS A HAND ON HER HEAD- 

REDGLARE: You'v3 b33n qu13t.

NYALAH: -!!!!- 

NYALAH: is... watching -Yes, good. Continue the pets.-

UNCLE BRO: Sup shitty kitty

NYALAH: stalking 

NYALAH: i means watching :33 -swishes tail-

REDGLARE:  -She takes a tentative bite of the burrito.-  Suppos3 1t's not po1son 1n th3 l34st. REDGLARE: -STILL WATCHING DAVEN MAKE HIS THOUGH- 

REDGLARE: -supervising- 

REDGLARE: You n33d v1t4m1ns.  T4k3 4 fru1t.

UNCLE BRO: You doting on me right now -He is making a very extravagant burrito right now, but he tosses a chunk of steak to Nyalah-

NYALAH: -makes a crude gesture behind Redglare. Telling Davenforth exactly where to stuff the fruit.- 

NYALAH: ... -chomps up steak bit.- 833

UNCLE BRO: -His shades gleam at the gesture-

UNCLE BRO: Where were you when i was laid up in the infirmary we could have played tic tac toe or you could have brought me a mouse or somethin

NYALAH: was waiting fur you to kick the buckets h33h333! 

NYALAH: but sadly you never did :((

REDGLARE: Th4t's 4 p1ty for us 4ll. 

REDGLARE: 1'm not dot1ng.  1'm pr3v3nt1ng your m1st4k3s.

NYALAH: (nurd)

REDGLARE: (Sh.)

UNCLE BRO: I didnt die just to disappoint both of yall -Rolls his burrito expertly and does not grab any fruit-

NYALAH: -roll that burrito Davey. You know what you're about.- 

NYALAH: supurr disappointed kokoros brokoro 

NYALAH: guess we will s33s from now on

REDGLARE: -reaches over and places an orange on his tray ANYWAYS-

NYALAH: .... -reaches paw to bat orange.-

REDGLARE: No.

NYALAH: -pauses mid reach- 

NYALAH: -pokes orange-

REDGLARE: -bats at paw.-  No.

NYALAH: kay 

NYALAH: hold dis then -Her hand, she means.- >;33

REDGLARE: ... 

REDGLARE: R34lly.

NYALAH: ye is the only way

UNCLE BRO: -Casually slips Orange in Redglares pocket-

UNCLE BRO: Awww aint yall just right cute

REDGLARE: -BATS HIS HAND TOO- 

REDGLARE: >:I

UNCLE BRO: -Takes her hand and kisses it before heading to sit at a table-

REDGLARE: -UGH!!!!-

REDGLARE: -GRABS nyalah's hand and pulls her to follow him-

NYALAH: -watches this with her cat eyes, being led along by the huffy miss. Hand is hold all the same.- B33 

NYALAH: she mad bro

UNCLE BRO: Is she big mad or little mad -Sits down and starts munching on burrito-

NYALAH: big mad 

NYALAH: the biggest

REDGLARE: N31th3r.

REDGLARE: 1 don't m1nd 1t wh3n you'r3 both s1mult3n4ously 1ncorr3ct.

NYALAH: -slyest side eye- purrobably

UNCLE BRO: Im thinking smedium mad

NYALAH: smemedium

REDGLARE: Wh4t.

UNCLE BRO: Memes

REDGLARE: Stop.

UNCLE BRO: You cant stop the memes even raiden learned that

REDGLARE: 1'm stopp1ng you.

UNCLE BRO: Unpossible

NYALAH: -squeezes self under Redglare's arm. So smooth.- no fun allowed B||

REDGLARE: ...3xcus3 m3. 

REDGLARE: Wh4t 4r3 you try1ng to do h3r3.

NYALAH: cuddle -Duh, it's so obvious.-

REDGLARE: -WELL NOW HER ARM'S AROUND HER.-  >:T

NYALAH: -Hey, at least she's clean. She purr.- B33

UNCLE BRO: -Awwwww ain't it cute-

UNCLE BRO: See look shes a good cat when shes not waitin on you to die

UNCLE BRO: -Tosses more steak-

REDGLARE: 1 don't know.  S33ms l1k3 th4t's r3qu1s1t3 for b31ng 4 c4t.

UNCLE BRO: Fair enough

UNCLE BRO: You miss me lately

REDGLARE: -SLAM DUNKS THE ORANGE BACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TABLE- 

REDGLARE: V1t4m1n C.

UNCLE BRO: Thats an appropriate answer -Munches more burrito-

REDGLARE: GLARES-

UNCLE BRO: -A red glare-

UNCLE BRO: You gonna eat that burrito

REDGLARE: 34t th3 fru1t.

UNCLE BRO: You eat the fruit

REDGLARE: Your 1mmun3 syst3m 1s w34k.

UNCLE BRO: Your body is weak its only had protein powder

REDGLARE: Th4t's 4 f1lthy l13.

UNCLE BRO: You just said it five minutes ago

REDGLARE: P4st3.  Not powd3r.  1t's 4 k1nd of MR3.

UNCLE BRO: Mrhea

UNCLE BRO: Eat better

SIGNLESS: -Alright so maybe MOST people wouldnt be sitting in the cafeteria so late, watching their hyper active kid run literal circles around tables and chairs at this time of the night. But hey, it wasn't like he was most people. Also he understood that Sileas had no real way to judge when it was night or day, so it was hard for the child to feel physically tired when he normally should. For instance today Sileas had slept through the majority of the afternoon, so now the little troll was wired with energy. This was fine of course because it wasn't like Kasvik had plans on getting much sleep tonight anyways. So he sips orange juice and keeps an eye on his charge.- 

SILEAS: -He is the night, he is FEROCIOUS. And he loves running around chairs.-

TEREZI: =RUNS in the atrium, sniffing around a little frantically. Speaking of children, hers managed to slip right out of her arms as she was getting her ready for bed and dove right into the vents. Rather than pursue directly, Terezi listened to what route she was taking and had followed the noises HERE. So far, no Sirius.=

SIGNLESS: -Well that was certainly something odd to see. He slow sips at his pal Terezi and wonders if perhaps he should ask if things are alright.- 

SILEAS: -Hes of course going to beat his dad to it, because the moment he sniffs out his favorite teacher Sileas lets out an excited and loud laugh and comes running towards her to cling to her leg.- I gawt yoo!!

TEREZI: =gasps! she was in such concentration, that she completely skipped over her BEST student.= YOU D1D! =She ruffles his hair to a point that his previous hairstyle is no longer recognizable. Kneeling down next to him, she opened her arms for a hug, though her eyes are following the faint thumping noise in the vents above them.= WH4T H4V3 YOU B33N UP TO? WH4T H4S M4D3 YOU TURN TO NOCTURN4L V3NTUR3S? =looks around and-- ah, there is Signless. She waves at the very tired looking troll back at the tables=

SILEAS: -Of course he was expecting her to open her arms, so he is already scrambling up into them, giggling gleefully at his messed up hair.- Hunt! He is hunting! For smalllll things. and, uhmn, BIG things!! -Opens his arms out wide to show just how big.- 

SIGNLESS: -He waves back at her, even gives her a half tried smile. Terezi is a nice person, and he is very glad his son has someone like that to look up to.-

TEREZI: =her eyes go biiiig= NOT TOO B1G, 1 HOP3! 1S 1T 4 B1G TH1NG ON TH1S SH1P? 1S 1T... =puts a hand over her mouth= (1S 1T D4NG3ROUS?) SIRIUS: =the thumps go quieter at the sound of her mama's voice, but she doesn't change direction, rather going a little slower and trying not to make as much noise.=

SILEAS: -What a clever baby Sirius is. Also what is whispering? He has just two volumes, normal sorta loud voice and LOUD voice. Of course LOUD voice was only allowed for outside times, those are his dads rules 80 - No. not dan-jur-us. Cus, c-cus im BIG! i catch it!

TEREZI: 1 KNOW YOU C4N! >:] =she hups him up on her knee and hrrggg he's gotten big himself!= 

TEREZI: 4ND YOU KNOW WH4T? 1 B3T 1TS PR3TTY CLOS3 BY! 

TEREZI: BUT F1RST TO F1ND 1T, WH4T DO W3 GOTT4 DO? =she tugs a little on her own earlobe for a hint=

SILEAS: EAT IT!!!

SIGNLESS: -Good lord that child is his mothers son...-

SIRIUS: =the noise above just stops completely.= 

TEREZI: =stares at Sileas for a good  long moment then bursts into surprised laughter.=

TEREZI: Y3S, 1 SUPPOS3 TH3R3S NO STOPP1NG TH3 B1G B4D CR1TT3R FROM F1ND1NG 1TS3LF 1N TH3 GR4SP OF 4 NOTOR1OUS HUNT3R OF TH3 LONG FORGOTT3N W1LD =finger waggles=

SILEAS: -He is confused by the sound of laughter, was that not the right answer?- 

SILEAS: That is me! Hunter!

TEREZI: =shh no, it was the perfect answer. Especially for kids who should not be out of bed OUO= 

SIRIUS: =sweet shit= 

TEREZI: =boops his nose= 3X4CTLY!

SILEAS: -Hear that Sirius your mom says he can eat you. Sileas squeals when his nose is booped and giggles as he blindly tries to shoo her finger away.- 

SIGNLESS: -He supposes its time he probably went over to say an actual hello and maybe save Terezi from his kid. Here he comes walking over to them both, still holding his coffee mug of oj.- So was your intention of coming out tonight to join his pack? -Thats some humor right there. He is pretty darn certain there was another reason Terezi came running in here.-

TEREZI: =she can smell her own kid up there trying very hard to conceal her scent against the galvanized steel.= 

TEREZI: TH4T W4S 3X4CTLY MY 1NT3NTION =dragon blars= 

TEREZI: OH W41T NO 1TS MOR3 L1K3 =wolf howls= 

TEREZI: N4H, TH3 D1SC1PL3 1S 4 C4T TH3M3D, 1SNT SH3? =mountain lion scream= TEREZI: =nods to the mug= TH3YR3 M4K1NG COFF33 OR4NG3 FL4VOR3D NOW?

SILEAS: -Terezi proves herself to be more impressive each and every day. Sileas turns his head up to howl with her.- Owooooooo!! 

SIGNLESS: -He smirks some, amused by her attempts.- Yeah, thats pretty close... Hmn?- Oh. -Kasvik looked down at his drink in confusion at her question at first but now he soft chuckles.- No uh, its just the cup. Its easier then regular cups to hold because of the handle see? And the juice is pretty great, and not something I  have had the pleasure of having much in the past, not that I dont like coffee but I have a different habit with the beans instead of-- -Jeez he's rambling, reel it in Kas.- 

 SIGNLESS: I'm uh, over explaining it. Sorry, hah...

TEREZI: H3H3H3 GR34T 4WOOO!! =uh oh, she hopes that Sileas wont be awooing into eternity. Kasvik doesn't look tlike he can hold out much longer= 

TEREZI: =In her time of...being quiet - yeah, she'll call it that - Terezi learned much value in listening and found she was smiling.= N4H, DONT 4POLOG1Z3 >:] 

TEREZI: MUGS PR3V3NT DROPP4G3, JU1C3 W4S 4 R4R3 COMMOD1TY, 4ND COFF33 C4N B3 4DD1CT1V3!

SIGNLESS: -He appreciates her thoughtfulness.- Yes, all of that is very much true. 

SILEAS: -Hes happily still making smaller awoos and yips, having a joyful time. Although, he is starting to pick up another familiar smell drifting in from the air vents.- 

SILEAS: -Sniff sniff.-

SIRIUS: =troll jesus christ she's gonna die. oh speak of the jesus, he's here to watch her demise!= 

SIRIUS: =proceeds forward very slowly, intent on getting tfo of this crazy place. Maybe run back to the coon and pretend she was always there.= 

TEREZI: =pats Sileas to go forth, also sniffing to indiciate "she's HERE." lucky hunting!! Turning to Kasvik, she rose to her feet and brushed off her knees.= W3LL WH4T 4BOUT YOU? WH4TS GOT YOU UP SO L4T3? =she has guesses, of course= 4ND 4LL...WOOZY LOOK1N?

SILEAS: -Well now he can hear AND smell her. SIrius he is quietly on your trail, sniffing her out all the way to a vent grate himself.- 

SIGNLESS: Do I really look that bad? -Small sigh and a shrug with yet another exhausted smile.- My shift started early today, concluded with me checking in on a close friend of mine to be certain that he is continuing to complete important tasks like eating and sleeping, and Sileas slept through the near entirety of the solar cycle and is convinced it is tomorrow. In fact he has said "Good morning" to me a total of three times already. 

SIGNLESS: I don't have the heart to tell him the truth, and its important he gets some sort of activity so I dont want to discourage his desire to run about either.

SIRIUS: =maybe if she JUST TURNS AROUND ANGOES BACK THE WAY SHE CAME, he won't notice a thing...= 

TEREZI: Y34H, YOU K1ND4 LOOK L1K3 4 HUNDR3D SW33P OLD B34R RUG P3OPL3 H4V3 B33N TR4MPL1NG ON FOR JUST 4S LONG >:/ 

TEREZI: YOU KNOW 1F YOU CONT1NU3 TH1S ROUT1N3, S1L14SLL 'GOOD MORN1NG' 4T TH1S T1M3 FOR /Y34RS/ 

TEREZI: HOWS YOUR FR13ND DO1NG, BY TH3 W4Y?

SILEAS: -Nope, too late he knows you are there. However he has no idea how to grate works, or even what it exactly is and places his hands on it, patting it occasionally.- Hello? You in there? Hidin'? 

SIGNLESS: He is as good as I think he can be. Mikkev has been through a lot, but hes making progress. SIGNLESS: As for Sileas, I'll inform him sometime soon likely. Mostly because I dont think my physical body can endure this sort of schedule much longer.

SIGNLESS: After all, one more evening up will not kill me.

SIRIUS: =oh hi sileas. what are you doing here? nice night out, right? squeaks in surprise! It's basically a "YUP IM HERE!" as any.= 

SIRIUS: =she holds the vent too.. Holds it CLOSED! while trying to get an angle on where the adults are= ((yes)) 

SIRIUS: ((mom says its bedtime but im not tired)) 

TEREZI: HRMMM =she nervously laughs= WH4TLL ON3 MOR3 34RLY SH1FT DO TO YOU?

SILEAS: Oh hi!! -Sniffs her fingers through the vent.- You supposed to sleep?? Why this?

SIGNLESS: It will probably not end me either. -Hahah, more humor. Except no, he's used up all his excusable sick days, and James has already approached him about his lack of appearance for work before. He can't take anymore time off without it being very noticeable.-

SIRIUS: ((im a rebel)) 

SIRIUS: ((like rebels here in our home)) 

SIRIUS: ((rebels are people who dont follow the rules)) 

SIRIUS: ((hehehe)) 

TEREZI: =makes a worried friend noise= WHY 4LL TH3S3 34RLY SH1FTS?

SIGNLESS: I have been signing up for them lately. So that I have time to spend on my family. Its been a bit of a trial period to see if I find it easier to do it this way. -Also there are less people out so early.- 

SILEAS: Ohh breaking rules.... -Pauses and tilts his head in confusion.- By hiding behind wall?

TEREZI: OH 

TEREZI: TH4T 1S 4 GOOD R34SON H3H3 TEREZI: 1S 1T 34S13R? 4S1D3 FROM TH3 L1TTL3 ON3 R3V3RT1NG B4CK TO TH3 4LT3RN14N SCH3DUL3?

SIRIUS: ((yes)) 

SIRIUS: ((its super eff...effe)) 

SIRIUS: ((it works super))

SIRIUS: ((grown ups cant move fast cause theyre bigger))

SIGNLESS: Its been...productive to say the least. I am not yet sure if this will become my regularly chosen schedule. 

SILEAS: Nuh uh! My mom moves real fast! she is everywhere all times.

SIRIUS: =glances worriedly over to kasvik and terezi= ((is your mom real fast all times all day)) =?= 

TEREZI: W3LL, H3R3S HOP1NG 1T WORKS! JUST DONT RUN YOURS3LF R4GG3D TO 4NOTH3R B4J1LL1ON SW33P SL33P

SIGNLESS: Hah, thats a good one. -Sips orange juice. Boy he is not good at social interactions today.- 

SILEAS: -Nods a lot.- Oh yeah! Oh yes!! Very fast very SNEAKY! She is a good. -Thats it. Just good at everything. A good.-

SIRIUS: =things hard for a moment= ((then when does she sleep)) 

TEREZI: >:D 1 KNOW! TEREZI: H3Y YOU KNOW WH4T? H4V3 YOU TR13D SL33P1NG 1N TH3 VR ROOM? TH3R3S TONS OF D1FF3R3NT PL4C3S YOU C4N S3T 

TEREZI: YOU JUST GOTT4 M4K3 SUR3 TO S3T 1T ON C4SU4L TEREZI: 4ND NOT 4DV3NTUR3 MOD3 

TEREZI: OR SURV1V4L TEREZI: D3P3NDS ON YOUR 1D34 OF FUN THOUGH! H3H3H3H3 TEREZI: 1TS 4 FUN TH1NG TO DO W1TH TH3 F4M, =leans back against one of the tables= 4ND 1TS N1C3 TO G3T 4W4Y FROM TH1NGS FOR 4 B1T

SILEAS: -Gets all serious and lowers his voice a little.- Never...

SIGNLESS: -He could fake travel all he wanted but he can never escape his own overly insane and dangerous memories.- That sounds pretty nice. I will certainly consider trying it, thank you for the recommendation.

SIRIUS: =Also gets a serious face= 

SIRIUS: ((mom sleeps with her eyes open)) 

SIRIUS: ((and sometimes i cant tell if shes asleep or not)) 

TEREZI: Y34H, NO PROB! >:] 

TEREZI: BR1NG P1LLOWS 4ND BL4NK3TS THOUGH UNL3SS YOU W4NN4 GO FULL C4MP3R 4ND SL33P ON TH3 COLD H4RD GROUND

SIGNLESS: That would not be the first time I've done such a thing. but yes I agree likely pillows will make the whole experience much more comfortable. 

SILEAS: She is probably not. moms do not sleep. they are always ready.

TEREZI: M3 N31TH3R =though at the time she was in so much pain, a rock poking into her back was basically a floor of feathers.= THOUGH NOW W3 H4V3 TH4T LUXURY! 

TEREZI: HMM...1 WOND3R 1F 1TS POSS1BL3 TO PROGR4M TH3 GR4SS TO B3 3XTR4 SOFT =like smuppets= 

SIRIUS: ((sillys...)) 

SIRIUS: ((do you think well be that powerful when were grown ups))

SILEAS: -He settles into thought at that question, frowning with concentration.-............ 

SIGNLESS: That would be rather incredible, but frankly I am no longer surprised by the endless possibilities of modern day technology. There seems to be hardly an end to what it is able to do. 

SILEAS: -Finally responds after he is done thinking.- Yes.... I think so.

TEREZI: TH3 3NDL3SS POSS1B1L1T13S FROM MOD3RN D4Y D1RK! =laughs= RUMOR H4S 1T H3 M4D3 TH3 ROOM FROM SCR4TCH 4ND H1S OWN BR41N C3LLS 

TEREZI: TH3Y S4Y H3 W4S S3NT 1NTO TH3 W1LD3RN3SS W1TH 4 POCK3T KN1F3 4ND 4 Q-T1P 4ND H3 BU1LT 4 SHOPP1NG M4LL 

SIRIUS: ((....wow....)) 

SIRIUS: ((that means we wont ever have a bedtime)) 

SIRIUS: ((we wont ever need sleep either))

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0428

ROSE: -She has been wandering around the halls and public areas for a while, peeking behind pieces of furniture or generally overlooked cracks.  There is a bag at her side that rattles quietly, since she doesn't want to bother with her sylladex.-

GAMZEE: =Could it be that Rose is looking for general bits and bobs? If that's the case she's in luck, because a clown troll has set up shop. He's sitting on the floor in the lower parts of the atrium with his legs crossed, his  ridiculously oversized backpack behind him and a blanket in front of him, lil various things spread out on said blanket. He is currently preoccupied with having his arm halfway down in a container of glittery paint.=

ROSE: -She peers down at the blanket as she passes.  It doesn't seem to hold nearly as much as whatever it is she's doing in the nooks and crannies of the ship, but she does remain paused there for a considerable amount of time.- 

ROSE: You appear to have a bit of paint there.

GAMZEE: =Doesn't it though Rose, doesn't it? Well it might not. It has a lot of jewelry, weird looking toys, a insanely creepy looking porcelain doll , some snowglobes, a fishbowl that has a plant in it rather than any fish, a pack of stationary paper and a plushie of an ostritch. Gamzee looks up when Rose comes to look, then smiles crooked.= 

GAMZEE: ain't none thing be in ourses space and place what can't be found more beautious with splatters of suchins hues. =Pulls his hand out with a flourish (deep blue glittery paint dripping from his hand all the way to his elbow) and holds the item he'd been soaking in front of his face. It's a slinkie. A slinkie that is now full of dripping blue glitter paint.=

ROSE: I see.  It does appear to have been splattered suchin.  There is no question on that matter.

ROSE: Where did you acquire these?

GAMZEE: AND SO IN THEM SPLASHINGS SIMPLEST MOTHERFUCKING THING BE FINDING A NEW SELF THROUGH LIQUIDS MOST LURID, THE REBIRTHIN' AT HAND. =Puts the slinkie down when it quits dripping so bad, right next to the creepy doll. on the blanket.= 

GAMZEE: =Fans his arms out in a sweeping motion over his wares.= finding all manner of noise 'round parts here, there, everywhere. 

GAMZEE: NEAR, FAR, DON'T MANNER WHERE YOU IS SO LONG AS YOU BE IN THE FUCKING KNOW OF WHERE TO BE LOOKIN'. =Taps a temple.=

ROSE: Yes, I suppose that it so. But all the same, it does make a difference if it's planetary debris or something produced here, under our very noses.

ROSE: Just call it curiosity.

GAMZEE: =Gives Rose a long look, then rolls his wrist twice (the one hand without paint to keep it from splashing everywhere) and points at the plant inside the fish bowl.= 

GAMZEE: mine fresh science pawn bull bro where got my trade on for this here specimen. 

GAMZEE: GONE SPROUTED FROM WICKED SOIL BROUGHT FROM ELSEWISE TO BE GROWNING THEM DAINTY FALSITIES. 

GAMZEE: right under both noses what we have sis, that it be.

ROSE: Ah.  Hello there.  You seem to be respirating nicely. 

ROSE: -She leans over to examine the little empty fishbowl thing.- Do you suppose it would be happier with some manner of symbiotic organism feeding off of its lowest leaves? 

ROSE: Maybe a snail.

GAMZEE: =The fishbowl is filled with some soil and stones, a bit of grass growing from it. The plant in there looks like a little tree, except the leaves are a deep orange with yellow splotches and the trunk a electric blue.= 

GAMZEE: =Watches Rose closely, hoping she's interested in buying and/or trading. Shrugs a shoulder at the question.= DON'T HAVE MUCH OF A MOTHER FUCKING WISDOM JOTTED DOWN IN MINE PAN 'BOUT SUCH ORGANIC BIDNESS. 

GAMZEE: though can never go wrong having a lil friendtype keeping you company. :o)

ROSE: Particularly one that cats don't eat.

GAMZEE: =Headtilt, one ear perked and the other down.= YOU GOT SOME OF 'EM CAT PATIENTS COMING TO VISIT? =He remembers her talking about practicing therapy on cats...? Or something. His memory is poor and fuzzy about most things.=

ROSE: Oh. No. He is a live-in patient. Very severe case. Crippling obsession with chasing strings.

ROSE: Tragic, really.

GAMZEE: aww man. 

GAMZEE: IF THAT AIN'T THE SADDEST SHIT I'VE EVER HEARD. :o( 

GAMZEE: ain't no way of living. =Shakes his head sadly.= 

GAMZEE: YOUS FIGURIN' POOR MEOW MEISTER MIGHT GET A HELP WITH HIMSELF FROM HAVIN' A LIL BUDDY?

ROSE: No. But the thought amuses me, regardless.  And it is a bit nice to look at.

GAMZEE: you uppin' for filling a pot with all manner of hopes and dreams what you has sis? 

GAMZEE: THEN WHAT MOTHERFUCKER BE I TO BE HAVIN' ANY MANNER OF REFUSAL ON THAT PURE AS SHIT NOICE? 

GAMZEE: =Sliiides the bowl a lil towards her on the blanket.= all up for trade sis, what you got?

ROSE: Things, of varying description.  Bullet casings.  Scraps of metal.  Some broken glass.  Things that have been swept aside just out of sight after numerous battles.

ROSE: I was considering bringing them to the museum.  Things like this are seldom immediately found.

GAMZEE: =Scratches his cheek.= GOOD BE THAT PURSUIT OF PRESERVANT REMEMBERANCE OF WHAT BE, BUT CLOWN I IS AIN'T HAVING NONE MUCH INTEREST FOR THEM HISTORICAL BITS. 

GAMZEE: ain't none else you having none many loving attatchments to what you would willingly part?

KANKRI: -Much later in the day Kankri is making one of his more then scarce public appearances outside of his office hours. Taking time to stroll leisurely through the atrium even at this later hour. It was seeming to be one of those nights where sleep was coming harder, so he might as well occupy his time with something.-

GAMZEE: =Well, Kankri sure is in luck, because Gamzee's makeshift store is still very much in business. Instead of drowning slinkies in glittery paint (all of said glittery slinkies now on display and for sale too) he is now attatching googly eyes on every single person in a fashion magazine. He's put up an incense burner next to his blanket displaying the wares, a scent of lavender filling the air from purple smoke.=

KANKRI: -Well by setting up that incense that is disrespectful and a possible irritation to others who travel through this area if they do not like the smell of lavender or the idea of smoke inside of a space craft. Ergo, it is the perfect excuse to go over and bother Gamzee at his stand.- 

KANKRI: -Kankri adjusts his course and comes to stop right in front of Gamzee, arms crossed and staring at him with a rather bored expression.- What is it that y9u are p9ssi6ly d9ing here right n9w that c9uld 6e c9nsidered s9me sem6lence 9f pr9ductive. 96vi9usly y9u are m9re then free t9 practice y9ur rights t9 y9ur 9wn f9rm 9f arts and crafts, 9r her6al remedies, h9wever exp9sing the pu6lic t9 this inside 9f a c9ntained space craft is rather rude and discurti9us t9 the 9thers wh9 9ccupy this ship.

GAMZEE: =Sitting cross legged on the floor, looking up briefly to see who the approaching footsteps belonged to. His expression swiftly turns from the usual resting bitchface to a wide grin. One that doesn't disappear even as Kankri begins his lil rant, in fact it even grows bigger.= 

GAMZEE: ain't had none homies get their complain at me 'bout this noise yet. 

GAMZEE: KIND PRECIOUS RED HAVING A WORRY ON HIM PITCH MOTHERFUCKER GETTING INTO ALL MANNER OF WICKED SHENANS BE SOME CUTE AS FUCK SHIT THOUGH. 

GAMZEE: =Lifts the fashion magazine to show Kankri a troll model posing against a wall in a room filled with balloons. Fashion... Shakes the mag a little to make the googly eyes rattle and stare around.= :o)

KANKRI: -His expression of distain does not shift even as the ridiculous googly eyes bounce.- My c9mentary has n9thing t9 d9 with 9ur relati9ns, and rather c9mes fr9m my p9siti9n as a mem6er 9f the shifts medical department.

GAMZEE: =Keeps rattling the mag.= yeah? 

GAMZEE: HAD INSTANCES UNABLE FOR COUNTING ON PEEPS FALLING ON DOWN FROM THEMSES MORTAL COIL FROM SCENTS FLORAL UP THEIR SMELLING HOLES? =What he is saying is, sure jan.=

KANKRI: I am n9t saying it is g9ing t9 kill any9ne. 6ut it certainly w9nt kill y9u t9 put 9ut the sm9ke either. -His mom is in prison just throw him a bone.-

GAMZEE: but what am a motherfucker to do if he can't be getting his sensory bits all stirred up and stimulated proper like? 

GAMZEE: IMPORTANT BIDINESS IT BE, TO KEEP YOURSES SELVES SENSES AT WHAT PEAKS YOU POSSESS WITHIN YOUR OWN CORE OF BEING.

KANKRI: Peak y9ur 9wn c9re 6eing in y9ur 9wn 6l9ck if y9u must.

KANKRI: -Frowns and points at the incense.- Just d9 n9t d9 it 9ut here where it might 69ther s9me9ne.

GAMZEE: =Long dull stare...= 

GAMZEE: ain't nobody here but you and me homie, so not much of a wonder who it be that has him botheration on.

KANRKI: -Stares back at him, still pointing at the burning incense.- 

KANKRI: Fine. Yes. I d9 n9t like it. Pers9nally I actually hate the smell 9f lavender, I 6elieve that it is 9ver fragrant, n9t relaxing at all, and in actuality I get headaches fr9m it.KANKRI: S9 if y9u w9uld 6e s9 kind, put it 9ut.

GAMZEE: =Keeps staring.= SOME WISER MOTHERFUCKERS KEEPING HABITS OF BEAMING OPINIONS NONE ATTEMPED WITH SPEAKING WICKED HYPOTHETICALS OF FICTIONAL MASSES TO BE BACKING UP THEIR POINT. 

GAMZEE: homie might be wanting having a go at suchins noise. 

GAMZEE: YAKKING WHAT HE FUCKING MEAN HIMSELF FROM THE START, THAN SPEWING SHIT SPUN SO THIN IT DON'T COVER NONE UP. =Leans and actually does put the incense though.=

KANKRI: -Ignoring all of what Gamzee just tried to tell him, Kankri refolds his arms and simply nods.- Thank y9u f9r d9ing as I asked.

GAMZEE: =And the sky is blue, what else is new? Gamzee feels like rolling his eyes so far back they go the whole way around, but instead he just snorts.= 

GAMZEE: what you is doing walking 'round at eventide anyway?

KANKRI: Stretching my legs. Gaining pr9per exercise. Partially av9iding the attempt t9 turn in f9r the night.

KANKRI: And y9urself? Why exactly are y9u still 9ut?

GAMZEE: =Eyes him silently for a while.= 

GAMZEE: AIGHT. 

GAMZEE: =Looks back down at the mag he was googlifying. Shrugs a shoulder.= tending mine business, never have a known on when trade hungry peeps be popping on up with themses pockets burning. 

GAMZEE: =...Pets the spot next to him on the ground. Sit Kanks.=

KANKRI: -While he does not really want to sit on the floor, it would of course be rude to object the offer.- I am n9t a fan 9f sitting 9n the gr9und, 6ut if I must 6ecause y9u ask, then fine. 

KANKRI: -He sits in that spot next to Gamzee, gazing over everything laid out.- Th9ugh if I may 6e h9nest, and n9t t9 dash y9ur ideas and h9pes 9f pr9sp9r9us ventures, 6ut I d9n't think any9ne will 6e 9ut t9 trade f9r multi-c9l9red metal c9ils and defaced magazines at this h9ur.

GAMZEE: =Granted it's not only slinkies and mags on his lil blanket. There's jewelry, weird looking toys, a insanely creepy looking porcelain doll , some snowglobes, a pack of stationary paper and a plushie of an ostritch as well. Still, it's not something you'd expect anyone to buy at this hour. Gamzee only shrugs, scooting a little closer to Kankri when he sits down.= YOU BEEN IN THE TRADING BIDNESS FOR LONG, SINCE YOU SOUNDING SO SURE? 

GAMZEE: =Nudges him playfully with his shoulder.= nah brother, ain't all that be 'bout getting your trade on when you is tending shop anyhow. 

GAMZEE: NOT IN ALL TIMES PASS BE COIN WHAT A MOTHERFUCKER TRYING TO POSSESS WITH DISPLAYING HIM GOODS. 

GAMZEE: oft such be to gain conversation, which a homie might find a clown to be successful. =Grins down at Kankri. You fell right into his clowny plot Kankri. RIGHT INTO HIS HANS!!!=

KANKRI: -NO!! IT WAS A TRAP ALL ALONG!!!- 

KANKRI: -He rolls his eyes as he is nudged, but does softly bump his shoulder back to Gamzee's.- 

KANKRI: 6ut 6esides me wh9 w9uld 9ften 6e 9ut at this h9ur with time t9 talk. Have y9u even seen any9ne else pass 6y 9r take n9tice 9f y9ur set up 6esides me?

GAMZEE: DO IT MATTER? 

GAMZEE: got you coming for and with me. :o)

KANKRI: 6ut what if I was n9t here, what then? 

KANKRI: Y9u w9uld still 6e sitting al9ne that is what.

GAMZEE: BUT I AIN'T. 

GAMZEE: so not much purpose in sitting here alls pondering shit that could have gone on down when it ain't so. =Leeeans towards Kankri, but doesn't finish the motion completely. Just leaning a few inches from him while looking for permission to do so. See? He's learning.=

KANKRI: -And he actually greatly appreciates the action of waiting for his okay. Its comforting to know Gamzee has actually listened to this request. Unfortunately however Kankri wasn't quite feeling in a place for any massive amount of physical touch. There had just been so much happening in such a recent span of time, that even so long after the meetings and arguments Kankri still felt internally raw.- 

KANKRI: -He does lean a little himself though, enough to let their shoulders brush against each other and remain gently touching. This he could handle for now.-

GAMZEE: =Smiles and just leans against him like this.= 

GAMZEE: =Slides the magazine over so Kankri can look at it.= FEEL LIKE PUTTING DOWN SOME OF THEM GOOGLIES?

KANKRI: -He glances at it as the article is slid towards him.- 

KANKRI: ........ Perhaps.

GAMZEE: =The two pages are free of googlies, so Kankri can really go to town. The one being a lot of trolls posing around in different clothes, said clothes being labelled with brands and prices. The other page being that of a human couple draping over each other dramatically without much clothing with a black and white filter, an ad for a perfume. Because that is just what makes sense. This mag is fucking wild.= 

GAMZEE: give it a go homie, tickle your 'musement real nice like. =Slides the mag into his hands along with a sheet of googly eyes.=

KANKRI: I appreciate that these dec9rative eyes are 9f the pr9vided adhesive type s9 I d9 n9t need t9 69ther with a messy applicati9n 9f glue t9 each. -He takes the sheet and the magazine, peeling off one eye and holding it between his fingers as he considers where to place it.- 

KANKRI: -Quite obviously he is going to focus his efforts on the more family friendly add, ignoring the scandalous perfume article. After some though he places the first of the eyes on a troll sporting high waisted shorts and a tucked in shirt, giving them quite the single bug eyed affect.- 

KANKRI: -And in doing so, watching as the ridiculous eye jiggled about on the page, the corner of his mouth starts to turn up in the faint beginnings of a smile.-

GAMZEE: =Snrks a little because what a convoluted way to say that.= YEAH, SOME REAL NIFTY SHIT. 

GAMZEE: don't gotta whip out no tubes of glitter glue on this noise, 'less you wanna make it real pretty like. =Watches Kankri partake in the googlies, actually kind of surprised that he is doing it. A smile drawing over his own features seeing how it was bringing one to Kankri too. A rare thing indeed. He feels like just witnessed something special.=

KANKRI: -He was a little too preoccupied with his activity of eyeball stickers to notice Gamzee's own growing smile. Kankri had also grown quite enamored with the one eyed googly look, so by the time he was done with the page, every troll had one singular, enormous eye to match their normal one.- 

KANKRI: I will admit that this may perhaps be mildly entertaining. -he holds up the magazine in front of himself and gives it a small shake to send the eyes jiggling.-

GAMZEE: =Snrks again as Kankri shows him the fruits of his labor.= HAHAHAHONK! 

GAMZEE: done yourself one fine looking googly job homie, hahaha. :oD

KANKRI: Y9ur laughter is excessive, it is n9t /that/ funny.

GAMZEE: =Snrks again, louder this time.= THAT WHERE WE GOT OURSELVES OUR DISAGREEMENT ON. =It's not so much the eye jiggling that's funny so much as it's Kankri being cute and having fun, so he's laughing because... It's nice to see him just. Have fun.=

[taskforcetumut]

ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0427

JAKE: -sitting around the atrium, toying with the control box of some machinery contraption he's been working on. A small scale transportalizing system to pitch as an upgrade to the ship. He is busy poofing fruit from one platform station to the other, recording voice to text notes as he goes along.-

MITUNA: -He's really been practicing this skateboarding thing a lot lately, and it seems as if his coordination is actually improving. In he kickflips and beams straight for a guard rail to grind on. He's gonna get it this time.-

JAKE: -tweaking with one of the portals who has sadly victimized this apple by transportalizing its fleshy insides on the outside of its skin. Squinting at the troll as he attempts to shred along that guard rail. That is not the intended use, sir.-

MITUNA: -KISS HIS GRITS. He's grinding the FUCK out of this rail. Gnarly, radical, on the board he's magical. As he grinds, sparks fly and soon he's dismounting and screeching to a halt. HE DID IT. VICTORY SCREECH! Death metal noises-

JAKE: -The squinty eyed looks persist, if grow unimpressed.- Heavens to friggin betsy mister mituna roll. Disturb the peace much? -drags the husktop over to work with the infernal coding now that the platform was cleaned. All this violent apple gore, honestly.-

MITUNA: DUD3800F D0 Y0U KN0W H0W L0NG 1V3 833N PR4C71C1NG 7H47

JAKE: No??? Why the heckle would i know something like that? 

JAKE: I can assume it was a long long while. -tip taps at the keyboard-

MITUNA: FUCK Y34H 17 W45 4ND 1 JU57 0WN3D 17 L1K3 80N353PH

MEULIN: -she followed the smell of apple guts. now she's sniffing around the place and casually reading all this yelling happening on her glasses.-

MEULIN: -casual....-

JAKE: So it was kind of impressive. -admits reluctantly.- But still rough and rowdy as all bad bucks! 

JAKE: -there's a cat sniffing around. Why she sniff?- 

JAKE: All i say is there is a time and place for everything. -a banana now appears on the transportalizer pad, sliced clean in half. Horizontal-wise, for the record.-

MEULIN: -WIDE EYES AT BANANER.-

MITUNA: MY 713M 15 N0W

MEULIN: WHOA...

JAKE: Gah... now thats not supposed to happen. -more furious typing.- >8T

MEULIN: -pokes at banana halves....- IT'S A BANANA SPLIT!

MITUNA: WH47 7H3 FUCKL35HUFFL3 4R3 Y0U D01NG -rolls over-

JAKE: -mustache flutters as he snorts- Hah! Hahaha!! Good one! 

JAKE: Science my good man! And physics! Clearly something you know everything about.

MITUNA: -Well he used to pilot so....yes-

MEULIN: -picks up the banana halves and trots over to Jake to plop down next to him. Awkwardly peels a banana half and offers it to him.-

MEULIN: -stares Mituna in the eyes while doing so-

MEULIN: - :33 -

MITUNA: -He waggle him brows-

JAKE: -chomps banana half while working. This is normal.- Why thank you! -muffled chewing.-

MEULIN: -just holds this banana for him- YOU'RE WELCOME!

MEULIN: -nibbles the other half, CASUALLY.-

MITUNA: -Are they, enjoying the willies?-

MITUNA: -Takes a seat with them-

MEULIN: -it's SO GOOD, MITUNA.-

JAKE: -He's enjoying himself, there's no doubt about it.-

MITUNA: 1 571LL R3M3M83R 50M3 57UFF 480U7 PHY51C5 -Admittedly it's mostly a jumble of formulas and theorems that he can't un scramble for his life.-

JAKE: Hah! Well its more than i can string together apparently. 

JAKE: You can hope a lot of shit but you cant hope science stops working!!! 

JAKE: Or you can rather. By why would you?

MITUNA: F0R 7H3 K3K

JAKE: Cake? -He likes cake.-

MITUNA: 87U 175 N07 3V3N Y0UR 81R7HD4Y

JAKE: Well shuckaroni dude! Youre right about that! -When IS his birthday... oh yeah. December.-

MEULIN: BUT HE WANTS TO LICK THE ICING OFF.MEULIN: (^・ω・^ )

MITUNA: K3K K3K K3K K3K K3K K3K

MEULIN: STOP KEKING AT ME MEWBLORD.

JAKE: ???? 

JAKE: Im partial to eating the cake by a good two to one crumble frosting ratio myself actually...

MEULIN: -SNRK-

MEULIN: SO YOU WOULD SAY YOU WANT TO BITE IT?

MITUNA: Y0U C4N7 H4NDL3 MY 70P K3K 5CRU8

JAKE: Surely! Unless you expect me to scarf it whole??? 

JAKE: Talk about a furious type belly ache later.

MEULIN: ∑ ( ✪ ᆺ ´✪ )

MITUNA: 5H0V3 17 4LL 1N Y0UR F4C3 47 0NC3MITUNA: L1K3 4 PR0

MEULIN: NO YOU.

JAKE: Well i can damn well try! -laughs- Ill swiftly cross it off my bucket list!

MEULIN: -she's leaning up to try to feed Mituna her banana half now.-

MITUNA: -Licks the tip then swallows it-

MEULIN: -bruh-

MEULIN: (=ↀェↀ=)

JAKE: -totally missed that, he was thinking how funny it would be trying to stuff his face with cake.-

MEULIN: -GREAT, NOW SHE'S JUST. STEWING IN THIS REALITY ALONE.-

MITUNA: -Om nom snarf mmmmm banana-

MEULIN: -looks at Jake like DID U SEE THAT but no. no he didn't.-

MITUNA: -Casually leaning in to get a better look at Jakes coding. He nosey-

MEULIN: (ノ///<。)

JAKE: -It just looks like organized keysmashing, honestly. He is definitely not the best at it but DAMN IF HE DOESN'T TRY!-

MITUNA: -Wait shit some of this actually makes sense-

MITUNA: 4 L07 0F Y0UR L1N35 4R3 5UP3RFLU1D0U5 4ND R3DUND3RM1FFL1N

MEULIN: ... SAY WAT.

JAKE: Well damn if i dont know THAT. None of this robotic coding bishisty is my forte exactly! Im only working on the concept of the thing after all. 

JAKE: I figure something to show is better than nothing.

MITUNA: 7H3Y M34N 7H3 54M3 7H1NG 4ND 4R3 UNN3C354R1LYMITUNA: 1M 7RY1NG 70 H3LP 833F 8U77

JAKE: Excuse if its a little hard to make out the lines as they run together. Honestly it all just looks like nonsensical gabbledegook to me! 

JAKE: But through text to voice it makes some sense? -waves him off.- Ill figure it out captain criticism. Sheesh!

MITUNA: -He rumbles. He UNDERSTANDS kinda but he wants to help make it BETTER-MITUNA: F1N3 WH473V3R

JAKE: -glances at him.- You sound peeved sir.

MITUNA: N03P JU57 G0NN4 W47CH YU0 FUCK UP FRU17 R0Y4L1LY

MEULIN: UM....

MEULIN: WHY DON'T YOU WORK TOGETHER?MEULIN: (^●ㅅ●^)ﾉ -let's bring it off-

JAKE: -snorts grumpily- Id do that normally i dont need some gumhosey science experiment. Trust me! 

JAKE: AND id sooner double up on a project with a school yard bully! So no!!!

MEULIN: WHAT ABOUT A YARD SARD BULLY?

MITUNA: N07 MY F4UL7 Y0U 8L0W H4RD3R 7H4N M08Y D1CK

MEULIN: (^./.^)

JAKE: Chris fucking kringle man. You really dont know how to put a lid on it.

JAKE: I mean id say BITE ME but i am still brunting the scars from last time! So no thanks sasshole!!!!

JAKE: Keep it to yourself if you dont mind! -smashing at these keys in a way that is sure to make the coding very messy and aggrivated looking.-

MEULIN: ... YOU BIT HIM?

JAKE: Youre damn right he did! Hes not some goofy loveable sendoff everyone makes him out to be. Check out the chomper he left! -holds out his forearm momentarily for her to inspect the long healed up scar.-

MITUNA: H3 W45 PUNCH1NG M3 1N 7H3 K1DN3Y

JAKE: You know!!! I cant remember what the reason was for the argument but it was a damn good reason or else i wouldnt have flipped my shit. Im not the flip shitter kind of fellow! 

JAKE: I was raised on good manners.

MITUNA: H35 L173R4LLY 7H3 833F1357 455H0L3 1N 3X1573NC3 1 H4D 70 G0 70 7H3 M3D 84Y

MEULIN: -GASPS-

MITUNA: Y0U W3R3 R4153D 0N D1CK5

JAKE: I was NOT raised on dicks you take that back!!!!!

GRANDMA: -enters at that exact moment-

MEULIN: (◐ ω ◑ )

MEULIN: OH HI, GRANDMA!

GRANDMA: :) -oblivious-

MEULIN: -this is her grandma too. isn't she everyone's grandma???? that's how human relations work RIGHT??????-

GRANDMA: hi meulin! -waves. also, yes. she is everyone's grandma.- :o 

GRANDMA: -peeps on what jake is working with there... waddles over.-

MEULIN: -chinhands like yes we were talking about being raised on dicks-

JAKE: -Grandma enters at the exact right moment which is good. Jake was getting ready to start another kidney bash. His jimmies are looking ruffled.- Huff. Hello grandma dearest...

MITUNA: Y0U W3R3 R4153D 0N G14N7 FL0PPY V31NY 5W347Y D1CK5 G0 84CK 70 Y0UR D1CK 5W4MP D1CK 0GR3L0RD

MEULIN: (^◔ᆺ◔^)

GRANDMA: ...

GRANDMA: ummm...

JAKE: ...In front of my grandma??? Oh HELL SPITTING NO MOTHERFUCKER THIS LINE IS OFFICIALLY CROSSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -slams down the husktop, or throws it rather because he is tackling Mituna to the ground.-

GRANDMA: !!!!!

MITUNA: CR055 D33Z NU75 444444444444444UUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHH -Is tackled but he starts whapping him with his skateboard-

MEULIN: (^./.^)ﾉ

MEULIN: I DON'T EVEN...

MEULIN: -thinks about it for a few more seconds... isn't she KIND OF security now maybe? Like. Half security. Maybe she should do something about this???-

JAKE: -is going apeshit getting bashed with a skateboard but sending his fists flying in every direction, colliding his knuckles at every body inch of douchebag he can reach.- RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GRANDMA: JAKE STOP!!!!!!

EQUIUS: -Walks in, takes stock of what's happening and fades into the void-

MEULIN: SOTP DOING THE THINGS!!! -yes she said it just like that. She's grabbing onto the back of Mituna's shirt and trying to DRAG him across the floor away from Jake.-

MEULIN: -KITTEN LIFT!!!!-

MITUNA: -He's swinging this board as hard as he can at Jake's face-

MEULIN: ᕙ(=｀ｪ´=)ᕗ

MEULIN: NOOOOOO???? -SLING DRAG the opposite way-

JAKE: -kicks and flails with wild mighty abandon- IM GOING TO SHAFT MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS AND GIVE YOU A REASON TO TALK SHIT YOU INSUFFERABLE YELLOWBELLIED CURR-- -OOF. Takes the board to the face and gets the glasses knocked off his face.-

MEULIN: -she WILL haul this busy bee into the air!!!!!!-

MITUNA: FUCK Y0U -Gets dragged off-

GRANDMA: -helps meulin out by getting her arms around jake and hoisting him into the other direction too.- jake goddammit!! stop... flailing!! >:/

GRANDMA: -STRONG GRANNY-

MEULIN: -THANKS GRAN-MEULIN: -they flex-

MITUNA: -CHUCKS HIS SKATEBOARD AT JAKE-

MEULIN: MEOWTUNA!!!!!! -YOWLS it-

MEULIN: (^・x・^)

JAKE: FUCK YOURSELF MAYBE YOUD BE BETTER COMPANY YOU FUCKING SHIT OF AN ASS PIMPLE!!!!!! -IS LIFT, unable to see but knows this is his granny so he doesn't struggle TOO MUCH. Did he just throw something at him? He didn't see it.-

MITUNA: Y0U P0783LL13D 5H178R15K371NG FUCK KNUCL3 D1CK 5N1FF1NG 455 CL0D -He is a feisty bee. Let him fight the mountain-

JAKE: WHY IS IT ALWAYS DICKS WITH YOU????????? WHO THE FUCK RAISED YOU???????????? FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MITUNA: Y0UR M0M

MEULIN: -well now she is sort of biting at the back of Mituna's neck to try to make him CHILL THE EFF OUT. this is how her mom did it.-

MITUNA: -It's too late Meulin. He fliptuna-

MEULIN: -plops him on the ground also to try to sit on him-

MEULIN: -she fat cat-

MITUNA: -Loud and colorful swearing followed by an oof, a slight pause, then more flailing and loud swearing-

MEULIN: (=^-ω-^=) -this works-

GRANDMA: -waddling away while she's half carrying and half dragging this lorge boof of a grandson... until they're a decent distance away and drops him so she can tug aggressively on his ear.- 

JAKE!! you need to calm down right now!!

MEULIN: -licks his head-

MITUNA: -Stops. Why she lick me?-

JAKE: Yooowch! Yowch! Grandma! -he yell, realizing now he definitely tastes blood and must have split a lip with the board to the face.- Owowowow okay!!!! Okay!

MEULIN: (^･o･^) -SLORP.-

MITUNA: -Grumbling things like "FUCK that shitblaster ten thousand" and "Why does everyone like him he's the worst and such a goddamn waste where's the other Jake."-

MEULIN: -she purr soothingly. shhhhhh little nerdlet-

MITUNA: -Essentially saying the MEANEST possible things.-

MITUNA: -Is entirely too riled up.-

GRANDMA: -wow good thing she can't hear that mituna she might she drop you herself...- 

GRANDMA: -cups jake's face gently after she seems to calm down enough and fusses with him- you're bleeding...

MITUNA: G37 0FF 0F M3 -Pushes at Meulin-

MEULIN: MMMEOWPE.

MEULIN: NOT UNTIL YOU STOP BEING SUCH A FRISKY'S.

MITUNA: G37 7H3 FUCK 0FF -He's not too gentle with these pushes-

MEULIN: MRGH!

MEULIN: NO!

JAKE: -big old watery sniff because he's still riled up and he's being forced to stand still with gentle hands. Damn all these high emotions.- No... im not! Ive gotten out of worse scrapes i swear it! -tries to struggle away from her.-

MEULIN: -boops one side of her shades so she can message other Faculty Members. These things are nifty for more than one reason.- I'VE GOT A FRISKY MISTER HERE IN THE CATRIUM.

MITUNA: G37 7H3 FUCK 0FF 0F M3 -He doesn't want to hurt her but it's clear he wants her OFF-

MEULIN: MRRRRR! ARE YOU GOING TO BEHAVE IF I DO??? MEULIN: I CAN'T LET YOU GO THROWING SKATEBOARDS AT PEOPLE!

MITUNA: G37 0FF

MEULIN: WELL OKAY.

MEULIN: -she keeps sitting-

MITUNA: G37 0FF G37 0FF G37 0FF G37 0FF 0F M3333333

MEULIN: -more aggressively booping shades- HE'S FURRY FRISKY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GRANDMA: -lets go as he squirms- i know you have sweet pea but that doesnt change the fact that you're bleeding... :( 

GRANDMA: won't you come back to my room with me? i'll get you some ice. and porthos wants to see you!

MITUNA: -Shoves Meulin really hard- 1 541D G37 0FF

GRANDMA: -looks over at meulin and mituna warily-

MITUNA: -If it's not clear, he's pretty much freaking out now.- JAKE: -wipes the smear of tears and blood off his face with the back of his hand. He's not exactly in a good place to argue.- MEULIN: -OOF. that kind of hurt and it sure sends her leaning for a second but she's solid enough that it doesn't send her completely off. she's kind of freaking out too, unsure what to do with him?? eventually she decides she has no idea how to handle it actually and just leaps up and backs away clear of him- MITUNA: -He scrambles back from her quickly, eyes darting around before he pushes himself up and fumbles out. Most likely to his room where he feels safest.- GRANDMA: -waits for mituna to scurry away before she starts escorting jake back to her room, casting meulin a sympathetic look and a quiet "thank you" over her shoulder as they leave.- MEULIN: -and she's just standing there, watching him wander off, and she doesn't see Grandma, but the words sort of register on her glasses. they don't exactly register with her, though. she still feels uncertain, and there's no one here to make sense of it.- EQUIUS: -Fades back in to see if the coast is clear to get some tea. There is a lone cat. Good enough.-

EQUIUS: D --> Meulin -Regards the kitty- MEULIN: -she kind of JUMPS at the sudden presence in the corner of her eye-

MEULIN: -looks up at Equius with wide eyes behind her shades- EQUIUS: D --> Are you okay MEULIN: -that question takes some time to process, too. she realizes she doesn't know how to actually verbalize what she's feeling, so she just looks down before shaking her head.- EQUIUS: D --> Would you like some milk -Soft horse sigh- MEULIN: ... -nods- EQUIUS: D --> Okay -Gestures towards a table and moves to it, uncaptchaing a bottle of malk and gently undoes the top-

EQUIUS: D --> Is your current state due to the f001ishness that occurred in here earlier MEULIN: -she's immediately reaching for the bottle and sucking some down. it helps drown out the salty taste in the back of her throat.-

MEULIN: ... YES.

EQUIUS: -Of course. The h001igans.-

EQUIUS: D --> What happened MEULIN: I DON'T KNOW.

MEULIN: LOTS OF. FLAILING. EQUIUS: D --> Captors tend to do that MEULIN: ... -she doesn't know what else to say. it's easier to drink milk.- EQUIUS: -Pours himself a glass of milk. This calls for cookies and carrot cake. He will grab them. All of his movements are precise, practiced and careful to be as gentle as possible.-

EQUIUS: D --> From what I've known, this is not their first incident. Their actions are not a reflection upon you

MEULIN: ... THEY FIGHT EACH OTHER LIKE THIS A LOT?

MEULIN: -she will absolutely take a cookie- EQUIUS: D --> This will be their third or fourth incident, I believe -Forks some carrot cake- MEULIN: AREN'T THEY SUPPOSED TO BE IN TROUBLE? EQUIUS: D --> It seems as if no one gets in trouble on this ship anymore unless a fatal injury is involved -Grunts and eats cake. Such a bitter horse at the tender age of 13- MEULIN: -double frown-

MEULIN: ... BLEH. EQUIUS: D --> I surmise it would be hard to punish Mituna, due to his status. However, it's no e%cuse MEULIN: WHAT'S HIS STATUS? EQUIUS: D --> Oh, right, you weren't here when it happened. My apologies. He was the original pilot of the UU. We were attacked by the Golden Prong and sent careening towards a star. He used his psionics to steer us from its gravitational pull. He hasn't been right since the incident, well as right as he was to begin with MEULIN: -WIDE EYED- ....

MEULIN: OH...

EQUIUS: D --> It still does not e%cuse rabble rousing

MEULIN: MAYBE...

MEULIN: HE PROBABLY... JUST N33DS HELP TOO, RIGHT? EQUIUS: D --> I can't say. Probably

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0426

ROSE: -After a few nights of... strangeness, some things are kind of starting to seep in.  For one, her dreams have become something completely different from what they were, in ways she has a difficult time explaining.- 

ROSE: -For another, she's found herself prone to doing unusual things she has no real explanation for.  Looking in closets she's never bothered with before, rearranging things in storage.- 

ROSE: -She had been leaning into it, early on.  But the thought is far more chilling when she realizes how little time she's spent focusing on anything else.- 

ROSE: -She takes a deep breath, trying to center herself.  focus.  Don't get caught up in these intrusive thoughts.  Intrusive... behaviors.  Just focus.  Exist.  Live right here and right now and in this very location.- 

ROSE: -Baldur is busy toddling under a small tent she set up in the atrium, since he likes it better when there's shade.  She is sitting at a table with a mostly-empty tray, tapping a fork against a plate as she stares at what little is left of her meal.-

RILEY: -she's in the cafeteria, sitting at a table and scooting food around on her plate with a fork but not eating any of it. in fact, you could say she's frowning at it. this has been going on for a while-

ROSE: -She glances over at Riley.  Admittedly, she id not in a very different place, mentally, herself. - 

ROSE: It does not look like you're enjoying that meal very much.

RILEY: -looks over at rose when she speaks up- yeah. i've been feeling sick the past couple of days so i figured i should try eating something. -she shrugs- 

RILEY: but when your stomach is fucked up, nothing sounds good.

ROSE: I recommend hot chicken broth.

ROSE: Sounds unpleasant, regardless.

RILEY: sounds terrible.

JADE: -she's sneaking up on the little tent and having a look at it. it's kind of adorable. also peering around it at Rose and Riley.- :)

RILEY: -spots jade and waves- hey, jade.

JADE: hi!

JADE: is this a little hidey spot here?

RILEY: -looks from the table- kinda looks like it.

ROSE: It's doing a fairly poor job of hideying us, it seems. 

ROSE: Considering how swiftly we've been uncovered. 

ROSE: And there's no reason to insult soup in my presence, Riley.

ROSE: I did nothing to deserve that.

JADE: -gasps- soup???

JADE: where? :p

JADE: im going to argue in its favor anyway

JADE: soup is always... souper

RILEY: nothing against you. soup should just try to taste good specifically when you don't feel like eating. it's gotta make an effort of some kind. instead of just being useless. 

RILEY: no offense.

JOHN: i like the kind with the little star noodles in it, personally. -gUESS WHO'S IN YOUR CONVERSATION NOW. he trot up.-

JADE: alphabet soup!

ROSE: And do you suppose the little noodles have some medicinal properties?

JADE: -she tail wag- they sure do 

JADE: tell them john

RILEY: -oh god that sounds disgusting.- hey john. 

RILEY: can we please talk about something other than food. -in a cafeteria-

JOHN: oh- sure. -scratches under beard.-....uh actually maybe not.  now that you said that all the subjects that come to mind have exclusively to do with food.

JADE: how about puppies?

JADE: thats what i always think about when i dont feel good

RILEY: yeah, that's kind of too much to ask. -she sighs- 

RILEY: ugh, i just wanna fucking eat something. 

RILEY: oh, yeah. let's talk about puppies.

JADE: just think about snuggly puppies squeaking and being soft and cuddly

JADE: wagging their little bitty tails

JOHN: ...damn. -has to sit down for this.-

ROSE: ...Jade. 

ROSE:  Never change.  For the sake of the universe itself.

JOHN: -solemn nod.-

RILEY: -thinks about them and she can picture the fluffiest cutest puppies and how snugly they must be and she doesn't even realize her eyes are watering-

JADE: :)

JADE: -plops down to sit across from Riley when she notices the... tearing up?-

JADE: uh

JADE: (are you okay?)

ROSE: -Slides a little closer, too.  That is.  Conspicuous.-

RILEY: -wipes her eyes because she can't hide it- yeah, just. 

RILEY: thinking about. 

RILEY: puppies. -covers her mouth because her lips start to quiver WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING-

ROSE: ... 

ROSE: You said you've been feeling sick? 

ROSE: ... 

ROSE: And have you been feeling... 

ROSE: Particularly... 

ROSE: Emotional like this?

JADE: ...

RILEY: i'm not emotional just...just think about. like for a second think about. 

RILEY: when they're so little and their heads shake because they can't hold them up right. 

RILEY: and they just are so amazed by everything around them and it's like they have this great perspective on life. like they just find the good in everything and want to spend time with other puppies and humans. -THATS NOT HELPING- 

RILEY: now y'all are gonna cry too because i made you think about that and here i was being considerate.

ROSE: I admit, that's a compelling case you just made.

ROSE: For breaking against the torrent of human emotion. 

ROSE: But I'll try to be strong, here.

JADE: -that is pretty fucking adorable....-

DIRK: -wanders in. hello everybody.- 

DIRK: ... -looks at jade and rose like WHY IS MY MOTHER CRYING-

ROSE: Hello, Dirk.

ROSE: Do you ever take the time to think about when little puppies meet their new siblings?

ROSE: ...Just a thought, here.  Crazy.  No idea why it's sprung to mind.

DIRK: Uh...

DIRK: I can't say that I have ever considered such an oddly specific scenario.

RILEY: you can get me a dog right? a baby one? since you're the captain? 

RILEY: maybe two so one's not alone?

DIRK: ... Will you stop crying if I do? -WHATS HAPPENING-

RILEY: ...maybe...

DIRK: I'll get right on it. 

DIRK: Um. Are you... ok?

RILEY: really? -she looks so grateful- you mean it? you're not just saying that? -wipes her face- i'm fine you just missed me explaining why the puppies are so cute. you would be crying too. you and your dad.

DIRK: I would like to see that, actually. 

DIRK: -she's crying... over puppies... he's very confused.-

ROSE: (:

RILEY: and your brother. everybody.

RILEY: i'm taking one for the team, here. you're fucking welcome.

DIRK: -rose's smiling is creeping him out. he feels like he's missing something here.-

ROSE: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

DIRK: -what the FUCK-

DIRK: -cautiously sits with these ladies...-

RILEY: -wipes her face again- jesus. i'm serious if you don't get me a dog i-- -chokes a little-

DIRK: You're... really serious about getting a dog...?

JADE: -ok now she's kind of muffling laughter behind her hand. HELP???-

JOHN: -people are crying??? he spaced out. he was eating.-

RILEY: why not? people are serious about dogs all the time. -gestures at jade- she's cute as hell and she loves dogs.

JADE: -looks at rose like YOU KNOW WHATS GOING ON HERE TOO DONT YOU.-

JOHN: -distressed-

JADE: i do love dogs!

JADE: its true!

ROSE: That is entirely adequate cause for mutiny.

ROSE: -( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) at jade-

DIRK: -he is completely clueless and remain that way until it's spelled out for him.- 

DIRK: I know, it just... seems a little spontaneous? But I guess I wouldn't actually know.

JADE: -gives dirk a look-

DIRK: -WHAT-

JADE: :)

JADE: :p

JADE: :)

JOHN: -he's so confused too.-

DIRK: -why she blep-

JOHN: -chewing-

RILEY: yeah, you don't know how much i love puppies. but now you do.

JADE: -chinhands-

DIRK: ... 

DIRK: -is he being punked somehow?? what is going on?? please don't do this to him.- 

DIRK: Am I... missing something?

JADE: i think so

JADE: or maybe were all missing something?

ROSE: So, Riley!

ROSE: You've been spending a lot of time with anyone, lately?

DIRK: ???????

RILEY: no. 

RILEY: -glances at rose and squints- what is that supposed to mean?

JADE: i think shes saying that maybe your

JADE: ... stuff going on

JADE: has a reason?

ROSE: Indeed. 

ROSE: You know.  Sudden hormonal differences... 

ROSE: A few weeks of nausea...

JOHN: -eyes widen. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.-

DIRK: -HE STILL DOESN'T UNDERSTAND BECAUSE HE'S COMPLETELY IGNORANT TO THIS OF ALL THINGS-

JOHN: -looks at Rose like SERIOUSLY.-

DIRK: You've been sick?

RILEY: -squints more- who the fuck said a few weeks? -looks at Dirk- just for the past couple of days. on and off. not a big deal.

DIRK: Oh... Ok.

JOHN: well....hey riley maybe you better schedule an appointment with me. just to be safe? -GRINNING AWKWARDLY.-

ROSE: And start acquiring some tiny outfits.

DIRK: ...

DIRK: -OH-

JOHN: -for the puppies! lol lol lol.-

RILEY: ... 

RILEY: -looks between them- y'all are being rude.

DIRK: -screams internally-

RILEY: like. do you do this to anybody else? i don't think so.

JOHN: S-sorry. -looks away. embarassed.-

ROSE: I can think of one other occasion I've done this exact thing.

DIRK: Ok!! Let's stop. 

DIRK: Talking about this. 

DIRK: Forever.

RILEY: -feels bad about John- you're the doctor here. if you wanna see me, fine. prescribe me some nausea and head pills.  whatever. i'm sick of being sick, anyway.

JOHN: we'll talk about it later!JOHN: -time to pay very close attention to his food. he feels bad too for being unprofessional.-

DIRK: -staring at riley, though. now he can't get the thought out of his head...- 

DIRK: Um. 

DIRK: I'm gonna grab some food. Do you want anything else? Or a drink maybe?

RILEY: ugh. no. i don't ever want to eat again. 

 RILEY: -still feels incredibly guilty about John. she will definitely stop by-

DIRK: That's not-- Oh, you're being facetious. Obviously. Ok-- Here I go. -stands up and scurries away-

RILEY: -sighs and looks back at rose and jade- sorry.

JADE: hehe its ok!

JADE: sorry about the teasing

JADE: that is definitely just rose

JADE: (shes a nerd)

RILEY: -smiles a little- it's cool. 

 RILEY: i would offer you guys my food but  it's probably cold.

JADE: i dont really mind that!

JADE: -peeks at it to see what's meatless-

RILEY: -everything. potatoes. crackers. Applesauce-

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0425

RILEY: -originally, she came in to eat a late lunch, and while she had plenty of time in between waking up and getting food, she still couldn't shake wanting to go back to sleep. after taking a few bites of her sandwich, she figured nothing would be wrong with resting her head on her arms for a few moments. maybe closing her eyes just a little- 

RILEY: -and that's exactly why she's dead asleep at a cafeteria table and has been for who knows how long, head buried against her arms-

CITRIN: -time to get some Mad Snacks. he had been fully prepared to get them himself, but then he sees riley. excellent. she can get them FOR HIM. and give him attention. she just has to wake up from her nap. he waddles on over and starts tugging on her shirt.- 

CITRIN: gramma!!

RILEY: -when she feels the tugging on her shirt, she awakens with a startled snort and the very attractive method of defensively wiping the drool off of her face. thankfully, it's just citrin, and she forced a tired smile at him, turning to scoop him up- hey, baby. what are you doing out here all by yourself?

CITRIN: -clings as he's scooped.- i'm hungry!! >80

RILEY: smart boy knows where to get the good stuff, huh? -she stands with him in her arms and makes her way over to the buffet.- tell me what looks good to you.

CITRIN: -taps his chin while he looks at all the food- hmm. that. 

CITRIN: and that. 

CITRIN: and that. -he's just pointing at everything-

RILEY: damn. everything, huh? -grins at him- like your daddy at your age. -maneuvers through getting a tray and literally putting a little bit of everything ok it-

CITRIN: 8D -this is why he likes you, grandma... he buzzes in approval, floating some food off the tray and into his mouth.- yum!!

RILEY: okay so your dad never did THAT. -refers to the food floating. all those years waitressing back then really seemed to pay off for moments like these. She brings them and the tray to the table, setting the tray of food down first and then sitting citrin in her lap-

CITRIN: -sits here happily, proceeding to stuff his face.- how come you take napz on the... on the... -gets distracted trying to remember the word "table" and just ends up nibbling on more food.-

RILEY: good question. -she laughs- probably because i don't give any fucks. -yep. that's it-

CITRIN: -nods solemnly- no fuckz. -same, apparently.-

RILEY: .... hahaha, oh god. 

RILEY: i didn't teach you that word, okay? didn't hear it from me. i'm innocent.

CITRIN: eheheh. okay. -he learned it from his dads, actually. they are never not swearing.- 

CITRIN: -offers her some fruit.-

RILEY: -takes the fruit from him and pops it in her mouth- thank you. you're good at sharing, huh?

CITRIN: yez. 

CITRIN: you eat too.

RILEY: yeah, i eat too. 

 RILEY: lucky i got someone looking out for me.

CITRIN: me?? 8)

RILEY: -kisses his cheek- yeah, you. 

 RILEY: my hero.

CITRIN: -giggles and squirms at the smooch. YES SHOWER HIM IN LOVE AND PRAISE.- a hero!! it'z me.

JADE: -HOWDY HOWDY HOWDY she's coming in here with a baby of her own. It's kind of nice to see Riley and Citrin, too. Something about Riley in particular makes her feel a strange, nice kind of solidarity. Maybe that she's the only other mom in the family. Or maybe it had something to do with what Dave had told her.- 

JADE: -she's grabbing some food of her own before sitting down next to them, smiling faintly.- hey you two 

JADE: are you eating late or early?

CITRIN: -late?? early?? but every time is meal time. he beams and waves at jade by flexing his fingers.- hi!!

RILEY: it's you! -gives him a squeeze- can't wait until you fly-- oh my god. -she smiles widely at jade and dove when they enter, and she's even more ecstatic when they join her at the table. jade is so adorable, and dove is just...unbearably cute.- well. that depends on what time it is because i have no fucking idea. this guy's following his stomach.

JADE: hehe! well i can tell you its the afternoon 

JADE: but its always snack time around here huh??

DOVE: -she's pretty quiet at the moment, mostly because she knows ITS TIME FOR HER TO EAT. Feed her mother.-

RILEY: -waves at dove with a hand- hi baby girl. 

RILEY: yeah it's pretty much always time for food. -stares at her half eaten sandwich- well at least it's not the middle of the night.

JADE: pfff tell dove that 

JADE: shes the biggest midnight snacker there is

RILEY: -she looks surprised- still? damn. girl likes her food. she has good taste.

CITRIN: -offers dove some fruit now-

JADE: oh thank you citrin! 

DOVE: -OPENS HER MOUTH-

CITRIN: -smooshes it into her mouth- 8)

DOVE: -NOM-

ROSE: -peeping on this family dynamic.  having been shying away from the proverbial daylight for a while, she almost seems to SQUINT as she makes her way into the wide open space.-

JADE: ! 

JADE: rose!

RILEY: -grins and then looks up at rose, expression fading slightly but only slightly- hey.

ROSE: Ah. Hello. 

ROSE: I heard the sound of a child's laughter, and felt drawn to it.  Much the same way as the Baba Yaga.

ROSE: ... 

ROSE: When did these children get so large?

RILEY: i ask myself that every day.

RILEY: -watching them grow just makes her slightly miss being a mom, however short lived it was-

CITRIN: -grins at rose- I'M BIG!!

ROSE: Yes, I noticed.  You will make a tender roast.

ROSE: -squats and pokes the squish- 

ROSE: After I take you away in my chicken-legged hut.

JADE: :o 

JADE: that sounds like a fun house

DOVE: -WHINY NOISE. Remember feeding her???-

JADE: haha ok ok

CITRIN: -WIGGLES AND GIGGLES.-chicken??

ROSE: Yes, it is.  It's where I cook my delicious child feasts.

ROSE: -Squishes citrin's cheeks.- And that is why it's important to eat well, Citrin.  Because witches don't like Doritos.

JADE: -feeds her bab- well i dont know about that... 

JADE: i like a good dorito baby from time to time 

JADE: muahahaha!!!

ROSE: Oh, honestly, Jade.  Dusty little dorito boys have so much sodium in them.

RILEY: -laughs at the reactions- don't even talk to me about doritos.

CITRIN: ritoz?? -he doesn't really understand all of this but now he wants doritos- gramma gimmie ritoz.

RILEY: oh my god, not you too! i don't have them on me, though. you'll have to ask grandpa. or your dad.

ROSE: Oh, my.  That is terribly flagrant.

ROSE: Downright disrespectful.

ROXANNE: -Look who else is joining this collection of moms in this area. It's her, and she's got Russet balanced on her hip.-

ROXANNE: Citrin your askin' for Doritos already? man it really is a strider thing. -smiles at the baby bee.- 

RUSSET: -She's clinging to her mom, just peeking out at the people around. She just woke up from a nap.- =;I

ROSE: -OH NO THAT FACE-

ROSE: Oh.

RILEY: -oh. oh okay. ALL RIGHT. well, roxanne hasn't left yet. that's good, right. she smiles at russet-

CITRIN: -MORE OF HIS BABY WAVING AT ROXANNE- hi!! you got ritoz?

ROXANNE: Sorry baby I'm clean out. 

RUSSET: -She peeps an eye at Riley and waves at her a little.-

RILEY: -waves back at russet. why is she so cute?!-

RUSSET: -Just hatched that way bby-

RILEY: -manages to actually look at roxanne-

ROSE: -She clears her throat and stands up again.- Were you planning on taking a seat?  I am sure the children would like to spend time together.

ROXANNE: -She either is pretending or actually is not noticing Riley is there at all. She's probably just pretending.- I certainly can. russet needs to wake up a little more before she eats anyways. 

ROXANNE: -Takes the seat next to Rose of course.-

RUSSET: -She peeps out a little more, not hiding quite as much as before. Hello sibling rose.-

ROSE: Ah. I can certainly imagine. 

ROSE: Do you remember me, Russet?  -This is the question all adults ask small children at one point or another.  It is very important to them, if entirely inexplicable to babies.-

RILEY: -DAMN SHE'S GOOD AT THIS-

RUSSET: -She chirps at Rose and reaches a hand out to her. She remembers her!-

ROXANNE: -Is overwhelmed by the cute that is her daughters.-

ROSE: Ah.  I made a small impression. -TINY HANDS....- -kisses tiny baby knuckles- 

ROSE: ...How have you been doing? -thats at Roxanne but she's still facing the baby-

JADE: -feeding bab still- hi you two! :)

RILEY: -daughters? but sons are ALL the rage. she's wondering if she should still be here-

ROXANNE: -If you leave you are the one making it weird Riley.- 

ROXANNE: -She waves her free hand at Jade and dove.- I've been pretty alright. the living sweet potato here keeps me busy hahah. what about you?

RUSSET: -Yessss kisses to her small fingers are always accepted.-

CITRIN: -she cant leave anyway because citrin is sitting on her and he is too fat. obviously.-

RILEY: -obviously. she's stuck. well. at least this isn't as awkward as it COULD be.-

ROSE: Preoccupied.  With... Baldur. -not her BEST lie.- He has been particularly enigmatic of late.

CITRIN: -grandma, you look like you could use more food. he offers her a slice of turkey.-

RILEY: -looks down at the turkey and takes it- thank you, baby.

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0424

PORRIM: -oozes out into the cafeteria from the direction of the infirmary. she may or may not have slept there last night.-

MITUNA: -Here he comes. The block was extra quiet last night. Lonely even. Where had everyone gone? His mind was still reeling from the events of yesterday, the sinking feeling in his stomach not really going away, and it sank more as he saw her again. Frozen in place, he just kind of jitters while freaking out on what he should do.-

PORRIM: -she's groggy, so she doesn't notice him at first while she picks through the breakfast selection. or was it lunch already? she wasn't quite sure. ultimately gathering up some fruit, she does catch a glimpse of mituna in the corner of her eye, instinctively double taking until she's settled on staring back. she's at a loss herself.-

PORRIM: ... Hey.

MITUNA: -Shit fuck stack he's been spotted. He fidgets some more before croaking out a sound that's close enough to "H3Y"-

PORRIM: -glances back down at the food displays before picking up her plate and walking over to him, collecting herself the best she can manage.- I'm so+rry I didn't co+me back to+ the ro+o+m last night.

MITUNA: 175 0K4Y D4M4R4 D1DN7 317H3R

MITUNA: -Scratches at his dandelion fluff-

MITUNA: D1D Y0U 5L33P 0K4Y

PORRIM: -nods slowly... but then shakes her head- No+t really...

PORRIM: The infirmary beds really suck.

MITUNA: H3H

MITUNA: 1 D1DN7 R34LLY1Z3 H0W 81G 0UR 83D W45

PORRIM: -looks down at her plate again, feeling her heart sink. she's certainly noticed that in the past. she just hates that mituna had to go through that too.- Yeah...

PORRIM: Was Blo+b there at least?

MITUNA: 1 7H1NK H3 W45 W17H D4M5 -He is the best boy, after all.-

MITUNA: -Okay time for a subject change-

MITUNA: 50 0N3 0F MY M0M5 15 4L1V3

MITUNA: W417 FUCK Y0U W3R3 7H3R3

PORRIM: -laughs a little- I was... But it bears repeating.

PORRIM: It's amazing news.

MITUNA: Y34H

MITUNA: 1M K1ND 0F 5URPR153D 4UN7 L1F 45K3D H3R 70 HELP W17H 7H3 C0L0NY

PORRIM: -slight head tilt- Why do+ yo+u say that?

MITUNA: 7H3Y D154GR33D 4 LO7

MITUNA: M0M L3F7 P4RL14M3N7 83C4U53 5H3 7H0UG7 17 W45 8ULL5H17

PORRIM: ... Hmm. -quiets, thinking this through. she assumes that's a good thing, at least in terms of her helping organize things on the colony.-

PORRIM: Well... Lifera has had a lo+t o+f time to+ gain a new perspective. Maybe she realized the co+lo+ny needed so+meo+ne who+ saw things differently fro+m her.

MITUNA: Y34H

MITUNA: M0M5 R34LLY 4W350M3

MITUNA: Y0U R3M1ND M3 0F H3R

PORRIM: -smiles again, a little more softly- ... I'm glad I have the chance to+ meet her no+w.

MITUNA: Y34H 54M3

MITUNA: 1M

MITUNA: 1M 50RRY 480U7 831NG UP537 Y3573RD4Y

PORRIM: -glances away again and then shakes her head- Yo+u have no+thing to+ apo+lo+gize fo+r.

MITUNA: 1 F33L L1K3 1 D0

MITUNA: 1 KN0W WH47 5H35 D0N3 4ND WH475 H4PP3N3D 4ND 17 FUCK5 M3 4LL UP 1N MY 1N51D35 PL4C3 8U7

MITUNA: 5H35 571LL F4M1LY

MITUNA: 4ND 5H35 5UFFER1NG

PORRIM: I kno+w. I do+n't-- I do+n't blame yo+u fo+r feeling that way. I co+uldn't.

PORRIM: I just... feel differently.

MITUNA: Y34H 1 KN0W 4ND 1 C4N7 83 M4D 47 Y0U

PORRIM: ... -sets her plate down on the table nearest to them and steps in closer to wrap her arms around him.-

MITUNA: -Maybe it's the events from b yesterday. Maybe it's a combination of v everything. But it doesn't matter now, because as soon as her arms wrap around him, Mituna can't control it anymore and he breaks down, sobbing and crying for reasons even he doesn't understand.-

PORRIM: -her heart completely shatters the second sobs escape him. what else can she do but cling closer to him while tears sting at her eyes as well, throat tightening painfully.-

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0423

MITUNA: -He's shredding into the cafeteria again, this time with a helmet because some lovely ladies PROBABLY convinced him that more brain damage is in fact not swaggie. The distinct sound of board kissing metal echoes through the open space as he grinds on a guide rail. R4D1C4L!-

ARADIA: -she's sitting in the cafeteria with ananya, feeding her some pieces of fish. she looks up when she hears mituna and his RAD moves and smiles in his direction-

ANANYA: -she's got a mouth full of fish and her complete attention on mituna- ooh...!

LATULA: -HECKIN UP THOSE RAILZ YO. She's gonna surf in casual style, though, laying back on her rocketboard with a soda. Gotta CHILL every now and again u no-

MITUNA: -Hello ladies. His visor gleams at Aradia and Ananya. It's time to show off. He hops off the rail, feet kicking the board to do a sweet kickflip before he lands. However, his feet get kind of tangled and he goes tumbling to the floor with a THWACK-

LATULA: -OH FUCK-

LATULA: DUD3!!!

LATULA: S4LR1GHT?

PM

ANANYA: -looks in shock then back up at ARADIA- ow...!

ARADIA: -uh oh she hopes he's ok!!!-

MITUNA: -His hand shoots up with a thumbs up. He's good.-

MITUNA: -Casually peeling self off the floor and gathering his board. After a major beef like that it's time for a snack. Specifically, cookies and milk. He's just piled an entire damn tray full of cookies with a tall glass of milk. He sits with the rayray and nanners-

MITUNA: H3Y AR4YPL4Y H3Y N4NNY84N4NNY

MEULIN: -she's padding over to sniff at him and offer a paw, but he's already gone... There he go... She will stalk him in order to hover over those cookies though.-

LATULA: -leans over the side of her board to pat tuna on the head. helmet. good enough.-

ARADIA: hi mituna...!

ANANYA: -eyes those cookies but pats his arm- pretend i am a doctor...!

ANANYA: all better...!                        

MITUNA: -Takes off his helmet and FWOOMP there the puff. Holy shit a cat AND the rail. He's thriving from all this attention.-

MITUNA: -He's also dying. Sensory overload.-

MITUNA: 3H3H3H3 7H4NK5 YU0R 7H3 8357 PHY51C4L1LY51C14N

LATULA: o sh1t th3 m1n1 m3d1gz 1s 4ll OV3R you dud3. probz cuz your3 cuddly 4s fuck.

MITUNA: N0 1M N07 Y0UR 7H3 CUDDLE8UMP5 8R07470

ANANYA: yeah...! -she agrees she is the best- because i'm dad...! -pauses- john...!

ARADIA: whats up with you guys? its been a while

MEULIN: CAN I BE DAD TOO?

MEULIN: -plopping down in front of them :33-

MITUNA: W3R3 4LL D4D5 N0W

MITUNA: -What the fuck is a John tho?-

ANANYA: -looks at meulin- yes you are not as good as me doctor...! but pretend you help me...!

MITUNA: 0H 5N4P

MITUNA: -Dunks a snickerdoodle in milk and noms-

LATULA: -FLOOOATS DOWN- to b4bydocz 1m pr3tty sur3 1 gotz som3 gn4rly 1nf3ct1onz do you got 4ny m3dz 4 m3?

ANANYA: give me your cookies...!

ARADIA: ...

ARADIA: no he doesnt have to give you anything

ARADIA: its better to ask

ARADIA: may i please have a piece of your cookies?

ANANYA: -states at her and then at mituna- my cookies...! thank you...!

MITUNA: -He hears Porrim clearly in his head: It's no+t o+kay to+ tell a child fuck yo+u-

MITUNA: N0

MITUNA: N0 M44M -He did it-

ANANYA: yes...! please...!

MITUNA: -Squints-

MITUNA: H4LF

ARADIA: sorry shes

ARADIA: -glances at ananya- still learning her manners

ANANYA: -holds her hand out-

MITUNA: -Breaks a chocolate chip cookie in half and puts it in her hand-

ANANYA: -puts it in her mouth-

MEULIN: I WANT HALF, TOO. PL3333ASE.

MITUNA: -Puts cookie in Meulin's mouth-

MITUNA: 4LL 7H353 CH1CK5 4F73R MY G00D135

ANANYA: now ten...!

LATULA: grrrl you gonn4 p4y for 4ll th4t or just gonn4 m4k3 d3m4ndz l1k3 qu33n g1lly g1llz?

MITUNA: N0

MEULIN: FANGS! -chew chew-

ANANYA: no i am a princess...!

ARADIA: oh boy

MITUNA: -Noms more-

MEULIN: A FITTY FRONSHESH.

MEULIN: -still chewing-

ANANYA: -stares at meulin-

MEULIN: - :33 -

MEULIN: -pets Nanners head-

ARADIA: how are you doing meulin?

MEULIN: I'M OKAY. -less worried now that Rufioh isn't in PRISON.-

MEULIN: WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?

ARADIA: just staying busy! getting stuff done and taking care of this one

MITUNA: 4ND 801NK1NG H0R535 -Wow Ananya look at all this cookie he's horfing down-

ARADIA: -also bulls. Livestock mmmmmm. blushes- um

ARADIA: anyway

MITUNA: -He's still got it-

ANANYA: -reaches for another cookie-

MITUNA: -Slides his tray out of reach-

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0422

DUALSCAR: =Is in the cafeteria, maybe slightly hung over. It had been the anniversary of the death of his mentor the previous night, and he went a little overboard in drinking to her memory. Still, nothing too bad. He had a pretty high threshold to it. 'Least that's what he's telling himself while slouching in his chair, two fingers steadily rubbing his temple while holding a mug in his free hand. Said mug had a foul stench of mystifying spices.=

SIGNLESS: -There he be, the really big fish himself. Kasvik happened to be in the cafeteria getting food when he spots Dualscar. When was the last time they talked? Signless couldn't exactly remember. But it had been a while, he knew that much.-

SIGNLESS: -He carries his tray over to the table dualscar is at.- Any of these seats taken?

DUALSCAR: =Cringes as a voice breaks the silence. Even with Kasvik speaking at his regular volume, his current state caused it to amplify in his ears. He might as well have shouted it into a megaphone placed two inches from his ear. He turns his head upward, directing his unblinded (and bloodshot) eye at Kasvik.=

DUALSCAR: IF YER PLANNIN' ON BEIN' SO BLEEDIN' LOUD, THEN AYE. THEY BE.=Tired squinting.=

SIGNLESS: -he raises a brow- Sorry I was not aware normal volume was now newly dictated as too boisterous, I guess the whole world is now a paper copy information hub.

SIGNLESS: -He takes a seat and puts his tray on the table.- You look like you had a rough night. Or possibly a really great one.

DUALSCAR: =His earfins pin backwards as Kasvik proceeds to say a lot of words. Too many, actually. His head sinks some, his arm moving to curl over it.=

DUALSCAR: =Watches Kasvik sit, then grunts, shutting his eyes.=

DUALSCAR: BOTH AN' NEITHER.

SIGNLESS: -He watches him for a little, lifting a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth.-

SIGNLESS: That doesn't really make that much sense.

DUALSCAR: =Another grunt, followed by a long pause. His throat feels really dry.=

DUALSCAR: MEANS. COULD'A BEEN BETTER. COULD'A BEEN WWORSE.

DUALSCAR: NEITHER HERE NOR THERE.

SIGNLESS: So why did you not just say that first.

DUALSCAR: =Opens his eye to SQUINT at Kasvik.=

DUALSCAR: I DID.

DUALSCAR: NOT MY FAULT YE DON'T FUCKIN' GRASP THE BASICS A LINGUISTICS.

SIGNLESS: -He shrugs and eats more oatmeal.- SIGNLESS: So what was the occasion for this neither Here nor there event.

DUALSCAR: =Increased squinting as Kasvik is only shrugging instead of further sassing. He might be hungover, but he still notices it.=

DUALSCAR: =Turns his face downwards so it's facing the table. It's dark there, good against his tired squinty eyes. His voice muffled.= ANNIVVERSARY.

DUALSCAR: FOR ME OL' CAPTAIN. MENTOR.

SIGNLESS: Oh.

SIGNLESS: Well that would be as good a reason as any I would think.

SIGNLESS: -Shh you notice nothing.-

DUALSCAR: =He notices everything.= DUALSCAR: =Raises his head up and out from under his arm and takes a sip of that mysterious liquid that reeked so badly.=

DUALSCAR: WWOULD HAVVE BEEN BETTER HAD THE OL' CREWW BEEN 'ROUND.

DUALSCAR: 'LEAST THEY SENT ME THEIR REGUARDS. COUNTS FOR SOMETHIN', BUT AIN'T THE SAME. =More sips.=

SIGNLESS: -his nose wrinkles at the stinking drink that the old fish is nursing.-

SIGNLESS: That is very nice of them in the least.

SIGNLESS: Also what are you possibly stomaching that is in that cup. It smells awful.

DUALSCAR: =Snorts.= SENTIMENTAL FOOLS, THAT'S ALL.

DUALSCAR: =Raises one brow, his earfins now at half mast instead of pinned back. His head still pounding, but not as bad. He smiles crookedly.=

DUALSCAR: REMEDY A MY OWWN CREATION. GOT ALL THAT YE NEED TA BEAT ANY ILLS COME 'ROUND BY GIVVIN' YER LIVVER A BEATIN'. =Holds out the mug towards Kasvik so he can look into it. The liquid (if you could call it that, it looked sort of clumpy) had a sickening dark green color with darker, borderlining black, splotches. It smelled even worse up close.= WWORKS ON OTHER SHIT TOO, I'VVE FOUND.

SIGNLESS: -He just had to look at it. Had to lean in closer and catch a whif of whatever putrid bile was in the cup. One sniff and glance was all it took before Kasvik reared back, covering his mouth and nose before he could breathe any more of it in- Ugh!!

SIGNLESS: That shit is festering, how is it not eating a hole through your body?? -So much for eating.-

DUALSCAR: =Kasvik's reaction makes him guffaw. Well, briefly anyway. It hurt his head too much to laugh, so he quit halfway with a bit of a cringe.= HAH..!

DUALSCAR: MIGHT EAT THROUGH THOSE DELICATE FLOWWERS SUCH AS YERSELF, AYE.

DUALSCAR: =Grins at him then takes a huge swig of the mug. Actually he drinks it all down. Puts the mug down rather firmly, it clacking against the table.=

SIGNLESS: -disgusting.-

SIGNLESS: Please. There was a time in my life where I ate actual garbage my stomach is not a delicate flower.

DUALSCAR: =Glances to the oatmeal then back to his face.= NOTHIN' CHANGED MUCH THEN. =Oatmeal is disgusting garbage, txt it.=

SIGNLESS: -He follows dualscars gaze and scowls.- Look it's healthy okay.

SIGNLESS: I never said I have a huge need for flavor.

DUALSCAR: =Snorts, amused.= THEN THAT BEIN' THE CASE I'M SURE YE WWOULDN'T MIND ME WWHIPPIN' UP A MUG FOR YE TOO. =Inclines head towards the empty mug on the table.=

SIGNLESS: That is like threatening to poison me.

DUALSCAR: OH, IS IT? THOUGHT YE JUST SAID THAT YE WWERE NO DELICATE FLOWWER.

SIGNLESS: I'm not but that doesn't mean that I want to drink it.

SIGNLESS: -He drags his bowl back over to himself and picks up the spoon again to point at the cup.- You should have that taken to a toxic waste dump.

DUALSCAR: =Snort.= MEANS YER A CHEEPBEAST IS WWHAT.

DUALSCAR: =Double snort.= IT IS GONNA BE PART OF A DUMP ALRIGHT. =Lmao poop jokes. He even laughs about it.=

SIGNLESS: -dramatic eye roll-

SIGNLESS: Your tact and grace knows no bounds. We should all take lessons on how to be such an upstanding troll such as yourself.

SIGNELSS: -He returns to eating his food after that comment. His oatmeal is already starting to get cold and gluey in texture but he doesn't care.-

DUALSCAR: IF THE LOT A YE DID THEN WWE MIGHT NOT HAVVE ALLA THIS DOOM AN' GLOOM. =Snorts with an eyeroll of his own. Reaches out to give Kasvik a pat on the shoulder.=

DUALSCAR: SURE I CAN'T DO ANYTHIN' FOR YE? =A mug of his remedy. Things in general.=

SIGNLESS: -He almost chokes on the food in his mouth when Dualscar pats him on the shoulder, not that it was a strong hand, he just wasn't expecting it.-

SIGNLESS: N-No I'm alright. Your company is enough.

DUALSCAR: =Gives him a long look, the hand still on his shoulder. Nods slowly.= AS YE SAY THEN.

DUALSCAR: =HIs head gives another painful throb, so he moves his hand away and goes back into the slouched position from before.=

MEULIN: -Here comes a cat. She hasn't been having the best time, as usual, but she is trucking along. At least smoking doesn't give you hangovers. She's piling a bowl -- not a tray -- with various meats and fish and sweet things all together, and a glass of fresh lusus milk (thanks Aurthour). She gazes around sort of sleepily before spotting her own mentor and trilling softly in her throat, walking right over to plop down in a seat next to him. Somehow, her sunglasses make her look either more sleepy or more nonchalant about this whole thing. Noms a cupcake.-

DUALSCAR: =Might have dozed off a little bit in his seat, embarrassingly enough. But he was a light sleeper, so when there's movement next to him his eyes open. Slowly he raises his head to look at Meulin, squinting just a little bit then blinks, appearing more awake afterwards. Kasvik seeing him hungover wasn't such a big deal since they were close, but it was more of an embarrassment when it was someone else. Maybe he should'a just kept to his block.=

DUALSCAR: =Clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair to make sure it's slicked back properly. Gives Meulin a nod of recognition.= MISS LEIJON.

MEULIN: PRRP. -pries a little bit of fish meat from fish corpse and offers it over to him.- HI SIR.

DUALSCAR: =Thank God he drank that remedy of his before she showed up, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to keep his face straight. His head doesn't hurt as bad anymore, just numb.= DUALSCAR: =Raises a hand with his palm to her.= I THINK I WWILL PASS, THOUGH THE THOUGHT IS APPRECIATED.

DUALSCAR: =Lowers his hand again.= I TRUST YER KEEPIN' WWELL? AH. WWELL. ALL THINGS CONSIDERED.

MEULIN: -pulls her hand back and noms the fish bit instead.- YE...

MEULIN: I'M STILL ON THE PURROTEIN. MEULIN: -slyly peers at him and the mug. That sure is a smelly smell that smells smelly.- WHAT ARE YOU ON, THOUGH?

DUALSCAR: =Scrunches his nose and leans back in his chair, arms crossed.= I AIN'T "on" =Makes airquotes.= ANYTHIN'.

DUALSCAR: I'VVE HAD SOME TIME OFF, AS I'M SURE YE HAVVE NOTICED, AN' SO I DECIDED TA INDULGE IN A GLASS A WWINE OR TWWO YESTERDAY.

DUALSCAR: =Inclines his head to the mug.= THAT THERE WWAS A REMEDY A MY OWWN CREATION TA SOOTHE HEADACHES AN' WWHAT ELSE MIGHT COME FROM SUCH HIJINKS.

MEULIN: OOOOOO...

MEULIN: SO YOU GOT CRUNK. THAT'S COOL.

MEULIN: I KNEW YOU WERE A PURRTY ANIMAL.

MEULIN: -leans closer to get a better sniff at the mug- I THINK YOUR DRINK IS FUNKIER AT HEART THAN YOU, THOUGH, NOT GONNA LIE...

DUALSCAR: =Squints at her again. This time not because he's hungover.= I'VVE GOT WWHATNOWW.

DUALSCAR: =The mug smells of a great mixture of strong spices and a overabundance of ginger. Spinach? Coconut water? A faint hit of tomato juice and asparagus. It's a disgusting mess all together, honestly. Good thing he had already downed it all so Meulin was not getting the full effect.=

DUALSCAR: =Snort.= SO I'VVE BEEN TOLD.

UNCLE BRO: -Guess who's escaped yet again? This time he's wheeling in for some soup, nothing too crazy this time. Oh shit it's Tokyo Meu Meu and Shitty fish-

UNCLE BRO: -He's gonna get a bowl of chowder and wheel over-

DUALSCAR: =New phone who dis. But no, right. That's the Strider that got stabbed, wasn't it? He watches him out of the corner of his eye while he approaches.=

UNCLE BRO: -And you the lil bitch that punched my brother. He'll handle it when he's at least 80% again.- Sup

DUALSCAR: =""""Lil'""". Sure jan. Also he had it coming. He had it coming. He only had himself to blame. If you had been there, if you had seen it, I bet'cha you would have done the same.= DUALSCAR: =Formal nod towards Derek.= HELLO TA YE. DUALSCAR: =Raises a brow.= I WWAS NOT AWWARE THAT YE HAD BEEN RELEASED ALREADY. GLAD TA SEE YER UP AN' ABOUT.

UNCLE BRO: -Only he gets to punch his brother in the face for being an idiot.-

UNCLE BRO: I could only stay in that bed so long

UNCLE BRO: Looks like everyone is having a lovely lunch

DUALSCAR: 'COURSE. =Slow nod.= SURE YER EAGER TA GET BACK TA WWORK.

DUALSCAR: AN' THAT WWE ARE. =He is reluctant, but he can take a hint.= WWOULD YE LIKE TA JOIN US?

UNCLE BRO: Dont mind if i do -He scoots up, placing his bowl at the table and signing a "Sup Tokyo Meu Meu" to Meulin-

MEULIN: -EAR PERKING. She's been watching him all wide-eyed behind her shades, trying to process this whole thing. He's... okay?-

MEULIN: DAVE DAVE... MEULIN: HI...

UNCLE BRO: -Grins at her. He's in a wheelchair for now, but he's fine.-

MEULIN: -sets down her fish and leans over to nuzzle his shoulder affectionately. HE'S OKAY.-

UNCLE BRO: -Awwww, kitty. He pets her gently.-

UNCLE BRO: I havent really been updated on whats been happening

UNCLE BRO: Anything important i miss

WQ: =speedwalks in like she's on a mission!!=

WQ: =Her eyes scan the room before they LOCK on Davenforth (you can practically hear the beep...........beeep...beep, beep beepbeepbeep). She's going to take a page out of the Strider book and stride on over. On closer inspection, she appears slightly frazzled, and traces of wearyness are on her face.=

WQ: Good afternoon to you all. =Still has a dead eyed stare on Dave even as she addresses everyone.=

MEULIN: -prrr prrr....-

MEULIN: NO... NOT REALLY... -peers up at Qirin- HI...!

UNCLE BRO: -Clears his throat and scratches at the base of one of Meus horns-

WQ: Hello, Ms. Leijon. How have you been? =Yup. Still staring at Dave.=

UNCLE BRO: Hey rami -Don't make him go back, he'll go insane.-

WQ: Oh hey, Dave. I did not see you there. I was unaware that anyone authorized your release.

UNCLE BRO: Oh you know paperwork gets misplaced all the time -He's gonna keep petting this cat and acting like everything is all good-

UNCLE BRO: Want some chowder

MEULIN: -prrrrr...- (=^-ω-^=) MEULIN: I'M GUUUUD... -or at least she is now.-

WQ: The other departments, perhaps. The medical department runs 'a tight ship' if you catch my meaning.

WQ: =eyes the chowder=

WQ: ...

WQ: =begrudgingly= Yes, thank you.

UNCLE BRO: -Hands her the bowl-

WQ: ...

WQ: =squints at Dave, takes it, pulls out a chair, and sinks into it.= ... =Oh, no spoon? i guess im just gonna have to eat this with my hands, then.=

MEULIN: -she'd do it.-

UNCLE BRO: -He is petting a cat, he only has one hand free. She is handed a spoon shortly.-

WQ: =Ah, there you are, SPOON!= Thank you. =takes a couple very delicate bites, then seemingly rejuvenated, her head snaps to face Dave again.=

WQ: You do realize you are in a very delicate portion of the healing process. Though the outer layer of skin has healed, it isn't for certain if the deeper portions have, yet. =Takes another bite= Continuous movement can cause these unhealed areas to tear again and cause even more scar tissue to form. There is the potential for lasting discomfort in the area.

WQ: Best case scenario.

WQ: =stares at the spoonful before placing it quietly into her mouth= ^_^

UNCLE BRO: -He was very aware, his chest ached, almost burned constantly. He couldn't keep still though, there were things to do. He had things to accomplish. Even now he felt he was being smarter than usual.-

UNCLE BRO: You patched me up didnt you

UNCLE BRO: That means im fine

WQ: =she sobered a little at this= It was a joint effort between Mitzi, John and myself, in addition to most of the nurses.

WQ: It means you still have a lot of healing to do, and making a prison break once every twelve hours can reverse that effort.

UNCLE BRO: You cant exactly keep me locked up in there

UNCLE BRO: There are things i gotta do and take care of and i feel alright doing most of them

MEULIN: -chirps at him and sits up to give him a GAZE over her shades.-

UNCLE BRO: Sorry i aint down for staying in a room all day

MEULIN: YOU'RE JAIL BREAKING AND BREAKING YOUR HEALING BUTT???

MEULIN: DAVE DAVE NO.

UNCLE BRO: I aint breaking anything but the rules

MEULIN: YOU DON'T KNOOOOOW THAT.

MEULIN: WHAT WILL WE ALL DO IF YOUR BUTT IS BROKEN AGAIN?

MEULIN: WHO WILL PET ME?

MEULIN: (^./_.^)

UNCLE BRO: Derek probably

MEULIN: I DON'T WANT DEREK TO PET ME!

MEULIN: ... RIGHT NOW.

UNCLE BRO: -Scratches her head-

MEULIN: -puts paw on his face.-

UNCLE BRO: Why

MEULIN: -eat beans.-

UNCLE BRO: -Smooches beans-

MEULIN: -sqUEAK giggle-

WQ: Getting up on your own requires seven muscles, even more if you use your arms. Three of those are in the abdominal region.

WQ: We are "keeping you locked up in there" for your own wellbeing. Think of it as avoiding a longer stay in the future.

WQ: I do not understand why you are so insistent upon bringing yourself to closer potential for additional injury. =Frowns as she returns to eating. Albeit it is a concerned frown.=

MEULIN: -shoves sunglasses up her nose- YEAH. WHAT SHE SAID.

UNCLE BRO: Because fuck that

MEULIN: (^./_.^)ﾉ

WQ: =makes ene face=

WQ: What is your reasoning?

UNCLE BRO: Cant be tamed

MEULIN: SHUP MEOWLY CYRHISS.

WQ: =Dave is resurfacing memories of Qirin's wilder days. She will flip a table, dont think she won't.=

WQ: Do not tell me... It is the wallpaper. =She has found at least twenty someodd shapes in the flowery mess so far. There are at least two cats, a dog, a teapot, a syringe, a bicycle, a manta ray, a rat, and slipper, among other.s=

UNCLE BRO: We got things to do im bein careful theres too fucking much going on for me to be layin in a bed all fuckin day and thats that

MEULIN: YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THEM YOURSELF. MEULIN: ESPECIALLY IF IT SENDS YOU RIGHT BACK. (=^･ｪ･^=)

UNCLE BRO: -Groans. His chest hurts. He's tired of this already.-

WQ: =Glances over at Meulin. You, miss, would make a good healthcare professional.=

WQ: I do not think anyone would blame you if you did. As you are resting. =Gives him a glanceover.= You are /supposed/ to be, anyhow.

WQ: It is not as though we are being unreasonable. You are not to do excessive movement for a reason, and that reason was a severe traumatic chest injury. =That means NO gym visitations, sparring, and heavy lifting for quite a while.=

WQ: If you want a change of scenery, in the very least ask someone for assistance. =blinks. LIKE ME FOR EXAMPLE YOU BUTT= I stress the importance of—

WQ: =brow furrows at the groan= Dave. Please.

UNCLE BRO: -Groans louder. He's an adult.-

WQ: =Puts down her spoon. And her plate. She can't tell if it is a groan of pain or a groan of exasperation. She will not chance it, though.=

WQ: Do you require medication?

WQ: =she brought your HORSE PILLS, Dave.=

UNCLE BRO: No i need my motherfucking freedom

WQ: =Quietly exhales that sigh of relief then checks her medbag= Unfortunately, we are all out of stock. I can put you on the waitlist, but that may take at least a month.

UNCLE BRO: Startin to think death would have been preferable -He's forty percent serious-

WQ: Taking things easy cannot possibly be that bad. =Time to continue turning this fuel into energy as she picks up her plate again. Looking at you with all the skeptical looks, Dave.=

UNCLE BRO: -He's quiet, pissed off, and petting a cat.-

WQ: =is that a pout? no...is that a sulk? Is he SULKING?=

WQ: I am sure we can come to a compromise and allow you fresh non-infirmary air. Informing staff you intend to leave your assigned hospital room would be a nice start.

UNCLE BRO: Or you could just release me

WQ: Do not make me put you on permanent bedrest, Dave.

WQ: Because I can.

WQ: And I will.

WQ: =look at her face. This srs bsnss face.=

UNCLE BRO: -He will literally metal gear solid out of here-

WQ: We have the authorization to use restraints, I will have you know.

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0421

UNCLE BRO: -Here he is. He stole a wheelchair and is wheeling his butt into the cafeteria dressed in sweats. It's just a chest wound that barely missed vital organs, he's fine....Mostly. Good gracious yes it's nacho time, he's just gonna pile these up and scoot on over to a table.-

UNCLE BRO: -He nacho-

UNCLE BRO: -Again-

UNCLE BRO: -He just keeps escaping-

PORRIM: - a tired looking nurse is here during her lunch hour, sipping coffee at one of the tables and squints a little when she sees this escaped patient.-

PORRIM: Wo+w. So+meo+ne's making a quick reco+very.

UNCLE BRO: It was just a stab wound nothin major -GOSH-

PORRIM: Just a nearly fatal stab wo+und. -sips-

PORRIM: I wo+n't tell the do+cto+rs yo+u've escaped... But yo+u sho+uld pro+bably watch what yo+u eat.

REDGLARE: -HUFFS LOUDLY- 1

REDGLARE: 4m not r34lly surpr1s3d. REDGLARE: -LOOMS-

UNCLE BRO: Ive got every good group here

UNCLE BRO: Oh hey babe how are y- What the fuck happened to you

UNCLE BRO: -He Squints at her-

REDGLARE: ...

REDGLARE: 4cc1d3nt. -She leans over towards him. At least he's got wheels and isn't running around ripping out stitches and bleeding.-

UNCLE BRO: -Worried Kismesis grumbles-

REDGLARE: You look 4l1v3. 4lmost. REDGLARE: How do3s 1t f33l?

UNCLE BRO: Feels like my chest is gonna cave in what the fuck kind of accident did you have

REDGLARE: 3l3ctr1c4l.

REDGLARE: D1dn't put m3 1n 4 com4.

UNCLE BRO: Thats my favorite eye

RILEY: -enters the cafeteria and the first thing she notices is davenforth, someone she hasn't seen in a very long time. well, she hasn't seen him awake, anyway. regardless, she strolls up to the three with a wave- hey.

RILEY: nice wheels, speed racer. you got a crew and everything.

UNCLE BRO: -Steals a kiss from Redglare-

UNCLE BRO: Whats up riri

RILEY: just considering how to alert the presses that you're out and about.

RILEY: maybe i can make some money off of it, you know?

RILEY: get an exclusive. take one of those bigfoot style photos that people question if they're real or not.

UNCLE BRO: Jokes on you im not real and im not famous anymore

UNCLE BRO: Im dead remember

UNCLE BRO: Figured i couldnt up and do it again

REDGLARE: -She's not even really upset about the kiss-stealing. She was worried.- You 4r3 not d34d.

RILEY: join the club. maybe they'll put us in a some kind of feature together. that would be fun to watch.

UNCLE BRO: -mumbles: unfortunately-

RILEY: where are they now? -gestures a rainbow with her hands- probably dead. definitely dead.

UNCLE BRO: Stabbed by the weeaboo leader of the lost boys

RILEY: what a way to go.

UNCLE BRO: I couldnt think of a more amazing way to bite it

RILEY: i've just got a ton of conspiracy theories. RILEY: lame.

UNCLE BRO: -He snorts, then groans, okay it hurts.-

UNCLE BRO: Hows derek holdin up

UNCLE BRO: Shit how are you

RILEY: -shrugs- you know how he gets. you seen him yet? or i guess has he seen you?

RILEY: i'm not the one anybody needs to be worrying about right now. i'm fine.

UNCLE BRO: Damn right you are

UNCLE BRO: Glad you know

UNCLE BRO: -Gonna casually avoid the fact that only four people know I'm okay-

UNCLE BRO: -Gonna casually avoid the fact that only four people know I'm okay-

RILEY: ...

RILEY: has he seen you?

RILEY: shit, does he know you're okay?

UNCLE BRO: Im assuming he saw me when i was playing sleeping beauty cuz there were tear stains on my pillow -Look, his matesprit doesn't even he's okay.-

RILEY: -puts a hand to her face- oh jesus christ.

UNCLE BRO: Come on he cant be that worried

RILEY: that is the stupidest statement i've ever heard.

RILEY: like, is your head okay?

UNCLE BRO: Im sure youve heard worse

RILEY: pretty sure that takes the cake.

UNCLE BRO: Youre married to my brother im pretty sure he baked the cake and ate it at some point

RILEY: -stares at him-

UNCLE BRO: I was the victim of a vicious hate crime dont look at me like that

RILEY: -crosses her arms and still stares at him-

UNCLE BRO: I havent told anyone my bad should i get on the intercom and just announce that the sexiest person on the ship is awake and okay

UNCLE BRO: Ill go see him stop being maternal at me

RILEY: but you can roll into the cafeteria for a donut. no big.

RILEY: -imitates him by deepening her voice- please no photos i'm just trying to live my life.

PORRIM: -peeping on this still. she likes this mom...-

RILEY: -and i like you, random mom-

UNCLE BRO: Its nachos theyre an important facet of the recovery process dont be an asshole about my recovery process

UNCLE BRO: I bet you give dialysis patients shit

RILEY: i'd give them the same shit i'm giving you if they pulled something like this.

RILEY: -gets out her communicator- so should i just send him a text and he'll receive the news through an informal third party report or...?

UNCLE BRO: Ill get pip to tell him

RILEY: he'll be thrilled to hear from a bird. RILEY: taking it back old school with carrier pigeons or shit like that.

UNCLE BRO: Id tell him by smoke signal if i could

UNCLE BRO: Captain might frown upon it but then again he frowned upon me bringing a prisoner of war aboard so you know how that goes

RILEY: nah, that's not frowning. he's just got my rbf.

UNCLE BRO: He got my pout though

RILEY: same pout you share with your brother.

UNCLE BRO: Mine is better

RILEY: show me.

UNCLE BRO: -Sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Pout lips activated.-

RILEY: ...yeah, okay. i'll give you that one.

UNCLE BRO: -Nachos seductively-

RILEY: gross.

UNCLE BRO: -Licks cheese off his lips-

RILEY: even more gross.

UNCLE BRO: -Waggles eyebrows. The Strider seduction style is universal-

RILEY: i'm immune to that shit, by the way.

BRO: -IS SHE ACTUALLY? the other twin is arriving on the scene. he WAS passing through to pay his respects to his DEAD BROTHER but then he does a double take when he sees him sitting there smugly eating nachos and making eyes at his wife.-

BRO: What the fuck.

BRO: -THIS BITCH.-

RILEY: -looks back at derek before glancing at davenforth- see? told you.

UNCLE BRO: Sup derek i escaped

BRO: What the fuck??

RILEY: he wanted to do a surprise revival tour.

UNCLE BRO: Yeah its the second coming of asshole christ

BRO: -storms on over.- What.

BRO: The fuck.

BRO: You fucking piece of shit.

BRO: How long have been awake? Shit.

BRO: Long enough to stuff your dumbass gob with mother fucking.

BRO: Nachos.

BRO: Fuck.

BRO: -dissolves into another long string of swears-

RILEY: exactly that long.

WQ: =Around this time, Davenforth's absence is noticed in infirmary. An old Earth classic, "I See Fire" is playing appropriately on the medical wing's stereo player.=

UNCLE BRO: Ive been awake a couple days been mobile for about a day

UNCLE BRO: -Offers him a nacho-

BRO: ... And nobody was gonna tell me about this? BRO: Holy shit. -HE IS PEEVED-

UNCLE BRO: I havent gotten around to telling anybody

RILEY: i literally just found out now.

BRO: That is such bullshit. -he is a little more emotional than just upset, but he can't really react the way he wants to when they're in PUBLIC like this. not when that troll girl is watching.-

PORRIM: -                         -

UNCLE BRO: Yeah i think its bullshit i didnt die either

RILEY: really? goddamn, your reunions are fucked up.

WQ: =Far off on the other side of the ship, one may hear the click, click, click of carapacian feet at a distance, approaching at a calm, even rate.=

UNCLE BRO: You should have seen us after we hadnt seen each other for twenty years

RILEY: know that feeling.

UNCLE BRO: It was the most heartwarming thing i ever did witness

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0420

DAMARA: =Someone is finally showing their face around in public again, though she really doesn't want to. She's felt on edge this whole time, and when she wasn't feeling that she was angry or upset. She feels bad for holing herself up though, leaving all of her emotional bullshit right on Mituna and Porrim's door. She's slinking carefully towards the cafeteria, keeping close to the walls and constantly looking over her shoulder, a hand holding tight onto Blob's fur.=

BLOB: =Walking along with her. Damara has seemed really distraught lately and he doesn't know why. He's just a dog. But he will do his best. Because he is a good dog.=

CRONUS: -uh oh, look who's here. He's poking at some pudding on his plate while staring off at a wall-

DAMARA: =Oh. It's this fish. She tries not to cringe, but it's not been as easy to hide her emotions these days as it usually was. She keeps close to Blob, trying to slouch a little to seem even smaller and thus maybe avoid being spotted. He seemed kind of out of it anyway.=

BLOB: =Doesn't understand any of these socially awkward situations you speak of, instead happily wandering over to where the food is at with boisterious confidence. Maybe if he is twice as happy then Damara will get happy too! He boof softly when they reach the foodstuffs.=

CRONUS: -he wouldn't have even NOTICED her if blob hadn't betrayed her presence by boofing. He glances up and... well. He's not sure he's super happy to see her either-

DAMARA: =Blob why must you be this way.=

BLOB: =BLOB IS!!! GOOD DOG!!! Boof is!! ! gOOD!!!!!!!!!!=

DAMARA: =...Internal single tear.=

DAMARA: =Anyway. Yeah. This is pretty awkward. She looks at him, equal parts startled and tired. She's aware that she looks a mess, and at the same time she can't find it in her to care anymore.=

DAMARA: =Glances off to the side, then back at Cronus.=

DAMARA: =..............=

DAMARA: こんにちは。[[Hello.]]

CRONUS: ... -pokes at his pudding some more- hey.

DAMARA: =Holds onto Blob still while awkwardly reaching for a pack of sammiches, only breaking eye contact with Cronus to look around quickly.=

DAMARA: =Deems it to be safe... For now. She had no idea if she was honestly. She was just waiting for the Mariposa to show up. Sooner now. Now that the Beforan Empress was here too. Thinking of both of those people made her gut churn unpleasantly, so she shoves it to the back of her mind.=

DAMARA: いいね..？[[ Is good..? ]] =Inclines head in direction of the pudding.=

CRONUS: -uhhhhh what?? He thinks he understood that- uh

CRONUS: yeah puddings alvways good.

DAMARA: =Stares... Then swipes a pudding cup for herself too.=

DAMARA: 良い。[[Good.]]

DAMARA: 私はそれを持っています。[[ I will have it. ]]

CRONUS: -watches her do that before turning back to his pudding and prodding it some more. Why did even pudding feel terrible??? he didn't get it.-

DAMARA: =By the time Cronus looks up again Damara will already be in front of his table. She's put down a pudding cup for him too. She might not like him too much, but there's saftey in numbers. If one of the dreaded ladies show up she could always hurl Cronus at them with her kinetics as a distraction.=

DAMARA: 私はここに座って。[[ I sit here. ]] =Stares, somewhat challenging. Then sits.=

BLOB: =Is also here! He is sniffing at Cronus' leg.=

CRONUS: -eRUGH what's that AT HIS LEG. SHUDDERS and looks down and.. oh it's just that dog.- vwhy?

BLOB: =Gentle boof up at Cronus when he looks at him. Slow curly fluffy tail wags.=

DAMARA: =Slides the pudding cup further over to Cronus.= 私が言うので。[[ Because I say. ]] DAMARA: =Pops the lid of her own cup and jabs a spoon in it with more force than was strictly neccesary. She imagined it to be the Mariposa's innards.= また。愚かな孤独を見て。[[ Also. Look stupid lonely. ]]

DAMARA: だから私は座っています。[[ So I sit. ]]

CRONUS: heh, yeah, i an kinda lonely right nowv. i guess being lonely really does attract. -SAYS IT HALF HEARTEDLY-

BLOB: =Why is everyone sad??? People need to stop being sad... It's just... Too sad!!! He boofs gently, nudging Cronus' leg with his head.= DAMARA: =Makes a "mh" sound in understanding, eating some of the pudding. Then something slowly clicks. She hadn't really noticed at first...=

DAMARA: あなたは東Beforan学びましたか？[[ You have learned East-Beforan? ]]

DAMARA: =Stares at him. Last she remembered he didn't have a clue.=

DAMARA: あなたの曲を盛り上げるには？[[To spice up your songs?]]

CRONUS: ... -it REALLY hadn't occured to him just how much he had even picked up. This is partly a mistake on dojo's part, bUT IT WORKS- oh. yeah i guess i did. but nah, i learned it from rufioh and meulin. -instinctively pets the pooch, despite not liking land animals all that much-

DAMARA: =Huh.=

DAMARA: =Hearing about Rufioh makes her feel a little sad. He's in a bad spot again, and this time she hasn't visited him like a total asshole. Sighs before she can stop it.=

DAMARA: そうですか。[[I see.]]

DAMARA: =Rolls her spoon between her fingers.= それは良いです。 言語は死なないこと。[[ It's good. That the language doesn't die. ]]

CRONUS: languages arent alivwe, they cant die.

DAMARA: HAH.

DAMARA: 死ぬことができます。誰もがそれを話さない場合。[[ Can die. If nobody speaks it.]]

DAMARA: 誰も覚えていません。[[[Nobody remembers.]]

DAMARA: それは死にます。[[Then it dies.]]

CRONUS: hey if you say so. -he's too tired to keep being difficult about stuff he doesn't care about-

BLOB: =Wagging his tail more at the pets and presses his head into Cronus' hand. Boof boof.=

DAMARA: 私はそう言うのですか。[[I do say so.]]

DAMARA: それが今、さらに重要です。[[It's even more important, now.]]

CRONUS: -starts staring off at the wall, starting to tune her out- -SO RUDE...-

DAMARA: =Rude indeed, but she doesn't really care about it at this point. She's not interested in keeping conversation with someone who doesn't pay attention though, so she falls into silence too. Back at it with the paranoid glances about.=

BLOB: =Sits down between them and whines lowly. He tried his best. :c =

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0419

DIRK: -makin' the round through the atrium. doesn't have much of a destination in mind, just ambling so he doesn't accidentally hide in his office or room all day.-

RILEY: - maybe hanging out in the atrium and noticing how much her son looks like a REAL captain and it almost makes her tear up. But she'll hold it together for now-

JAKE: -Captainly his left boot! Jake is running to collide into Dirk in a JOCULAR CHEST BUMP. Oblivious to the momther in law for the time being.- HOO MOTHERFUCKER. Howdy do! :D

DIRK: -notices her too late, glancing sideways in her direction and then-- BLAM. he stumbles a little from all that jake up in his business.- Hello there.

JAKE: -It's early and Jake is bursting with energy. Hehehe. Is about to to open his mouth in reply when he spots Riley. Puffs himself up importantly.- Doh hello riley! A fine afternoon isnt it? -shoves Dirk more.-

DIRK: -what the heck... in front of his mother, even. bumps into jake with his shoulder, waving at riley in greeting as well.-

RILEY: -okay that's pretty cute, and she might store HOO motherfucker for later use, because frankly, it's genius. she offers a wave- yeah, a fine afternoon.

DIRK: -takes jake's hand and drags him closer to the mom.- What's up?

RILEY: -grins at them and shrugs- just getting out as much as you can while being in the middle of space. -gestures around them- i like this whole setup

DIRK: Ah, yeah.The whole space station living arrangement?

DIRK: I imagine the kind of traveling you did was much more brief and speedy.

RILEY: -nods- oh, yeah. totally. but i mean i never stayed on ships like these, you know with an atrium and all the amenities.

DIRK: I imagine it must be pretty cool.

DIRK: I don't actually have much basis for comparison. I only lived off of a ship for... I dunno. A couple years.

JAKE: -is dragged over and leaning over to give Riley a one armed hug. He is the best son in law.- JAKE: Are you kidding? Life off ships is tremendous! But so is life aboard ships? -LIFE IS GREAT THO.-

RILEY: it gets you where you need to go in my case. -aww how sweet a hug, and she hugs him back- gets a little tiring though.

DIRK: It can. -smiles a little at them. so cute...-

JAKE: Aww shucks rye. Would you say youre tired of traveling?

RILEY: no, no. i mean this is good, what we got here. it's the other kind i'm not crazy about. this i could do for a long time.

DIRK: That's good to know. You're stuck here, anyway. -smirks-

RILEY: -she laughs- couldn't ask for more, honestly. -pauses- so how's wedding planning going?

JAKE: -parks his butt next to Riley. Hello, he's here.- Uh... now thats a good question. -glances to dirk like uhhhhhh. He's dumb.-

DIRK: -shade glint... he's got this covered- It's going pretty damn well. Got just about everything in order.

DIRK: Mostly have to settle on a date. It's a tricky thing to account for when we're uh... as preoccupied as we are.

RILEY: -nods- i honestly can't imagine the process of planning a wedding.

DIRK: It's not so bad. - do not take his word for it. he's a weirdo.-

RILEY: yeah? seems like a lot to account for. -grins- but you find it fun, huh?

DIRK: ...

DIRK: Yes.

JAKE: I would say its fun! -he's supportive-

JAKE: But I for one am more hyped for all that follows afterwards! -He means the married life but... that's probably not obvious with his word choice.-

RILEY: -okay that's funny- oh? that's-- -okay she has to turn to laugh a little because of how it sounds- that's a fun part.

DIRK: ... -covers his face-

JAKE: Youre damn right it is! -He sees nothing wrong with this and is only glad for Riley's support.-

RILEY: what part are you looking forward to most? -she wouldn't ask this question if he meant what he sounded like he meant, that would be weird, but she may need to mess with him JUST a little-

DIRK: -mother why-

JAKE: Hmmmm!

JAKE: Why from the top of my head? I would say...

JAKE: Shared breakfast times. -nods as he makes this decision.-

DIRK: ... -smiles at him. why must he be so cute?-

JAKE: -What can he say?? He's a man with mind for the simpler things in life.-

RILEY: fuck. that's adorable.

DIRK: It is. Jake is good for that. -heart eyes behind shades.-

RILEY: there you go making me feel bad for being an ass, acting like that.

JAKE: ????

JAKE: RILEY. Id never think of you as an ass??? -SO OFFENDED.-

RILEY: -she laughs and winks- wait until you know me a little better.

DIRK: Mom, please. He's never going to.

RILEY: you gonna keep him at a distance for me?

DIRK: -gives her a look-

RILEY: -rolls her eyes a little- sorry, bad joke. anyway, that's sweet jake, thanks.

JAKE: -He honestly has no idea where all this talk is coming from and is just confused as ever.- Youre quite welcome of course!

RILEY: anyway. -clears her throat a little- you guys have any plans for the day?

DIRK: -shakes his head- I have some work to get to later... But that's about it.

RILEY: kind of never-ending, huh? comes with the job.

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0418

NYALAH: -She's out in the public eye today. Watching. Listening. Wait a minute, does she even have a job? Nobody knows but she's leaning against a wall as she observes her surroundings, which could very well be her job.-

UNCLE BRO: -FUCKING DIRT CAT-

NYALAH: -Oh suddenly she feels the impulse to flick some shades on. The coolest Dirt Cat. She totally stole these.-

UNCLE BRO: -He's gonna skin her-

NYALAH: -He'd have to wake up first.- B33

UNCLE BRO: -Don't test his petty-

NYALAH: -That's like saying don't scratch up the furniture. Totally redundant.-

ANANYA: -there is a slow wandering wiggler passing Nyalah at the moment. Imagine that.-

NYALAH: -resists the urge to trip her. Or maybe just leans over to get a sniff at her. Smells like Megido.-

ANANYA: -takes a step back in surprise before smiling up at her and reaching to pet her- pretend you are...! my cat...!

NYALAH: whys purrtending -She doesn't have to pretend. She IS a cat. Lowers herself to a squat and allows the pets.-

ANANYA: -giggles and wheezes while petting her- pretend i am ballet girl...! ANANYA: pretend you dance too...!

NYALAH: -dancing's fun. But also requires too much effort. She is now lying on the ground, the laziest cat.- nah

ANANYA: -spins around- okay...! pretend you a sick cat...! can't dance when you sick...!

NYALAH: -leans against hand and lies on her side, already half dozing.- okie good plan

NYALAH: -rythmically swishes tail as she spins. Eventually starts humming a little tune for her to dance to.-

ANANYA: -pretends to dance very slowly and carefully as if everything she's doing are some highly complex maneuvers.- pretend i'm the best dancer...!

NYALAH: she is am is best dancer -sings- best dancer is she

ANANYA: -smiles widely- pretend my dancing makes you feel better...!

NYALAH: -girlie, you dont need that kind of expectation in your young baby life.-

NYALAH: is magic am better -nods lazily-

ANANYA: -strikes a pose- (now you clap...!)

NYALAH: -dammit, that's cute. She props herself on her elbows and claps.-

ANANYA: -takes a bow- you're welcome kitty...!

NYALAH: ch33ky -but she can appreciate cute things. She used to be a cute thing too.-

ANANYA: okay pretend we are famous now...!

NYALAH: why tho

ANANYA: because we dance...!

NYALAH: weve just been introduced -gently singing-

NYALAH: do not know you well

NYALAH: but when the musics started

NYALAH: somethings drew me to your sides

ANANYA: -toddler singing incoherent words and trying to sing along to words she doesn't know-

EQUIUS: -Emerges from the void. He is watching, distantly.-

NYALAH: shall weee... dance?

NYALAH: on a bright cloud of music shall we fly?

NYALAH: shall we dance?

NYALAH: shall then says good nights and mean goodbye?

ANANYA: -does a few more spins and sings- and mean goodbye...!

NYALAH: -rises to her feet, swaying on the tips of her toes. Mirroring Ananya's steps as she sings.-

NYALAH: on purrchance

NYALAH: when last lil start has left the sky

NYALAH: shall we still be together

NYALAH: with arms around each other

NYALAH: and shall you b333 my new romance? -twirls and balances on the toes of one foot, tail curled.-

ANANYA: -grinning and spinning around like she is on pointe-

NYALAH: -cartwheel handstands like it's no big deal- on the clear understanding

NYALAH: that this kinds of thing can happen

NYALAH: shall we dance?

NYALAH: shall we dance?

NYALAH: shall we... dance

NYALAH: -rolls herself to lie on the ground again, gazing up at the cieling.-

ANANYA: -falls on the ground dramatically, wiggling her arms-

NYALAH: -just lies there and closes her eyes. That's enough feeling and thinking for the afternoon. Yes.-

ANANYA: -she's tired too, so she crawls over and curls up against nyalah-

NYALAH: -she will not bite. Probably.-

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0417

MEULIN: -She's sort of pacing around the atrium, occasionally pausing to sit on a bench for a minute or stare at something on a wall, but she can't quite seem to stop moving around.-

CRONUS: -WELL look who else is walking in. Hes looking a little better than he has in days, but there's still that edge of anxiety clearly creeping on him. He spies the cat and walks on over- vwell here you are.

MEULIN: -Fish spotted!! She shuffles closer to him, too, reading her shades and fidgeting.- HEY.

CRONUS: heh, i vwas vwondering vwhere you got off to. vwhat are you doing?

ARANEA: -this one is wandering around as well. when she sees both meulin and cronus, she seems to perk up, like she's excited about this particular combination of people! she moves to join their group.-

MEULIN: I DON'T KNOW, I JUST... -looks at Aranea-

MEULIN: I WANT TO TALK TO SOMEONE. ABOUT RUFIOH.

CRONUS: oh about him still being jailed? -sigh- yeah. -oh hai aranea- vwoah hey.

ARANEA: Rufioh? -feigns surprise, as if she somehow DIDN'T expect them to be talking about him at some point.-

ARANEA: What is it that you plan on saying? -head tilt of interest-

MEULIN: WELL-- HE CAN'T JUST... STAY IN THERE. RIGHT? MEULIN: I MEAN...

ARANEA: Um...

ARANEA: He could for a while. 8ut if it is any consolation, I am quite certain that he will 8e released eventually. -meulin doesn't need to know how she knows that.-

CRONUS: howv evwentually are vwe talking here? -frowns-

ARANEA: -laces her fingers together to clasp her hands tightly in thought- Let's see... Only a few perigrees. Likely shorter, considering that Davenforth is still alive. -inappropriate, nervous chuckle.-

ARANEA: After which, I presume there will be a pro8ation period where he will be monitored which could last up to...

ARANEA: ... At least a human year. -sweats- And counting.

CRONUS: so youre telling me i havwe to go on a super dangerous mission soon vwithout one of my posse on my side? come on, that's not right.

MEULIN: -her throat tightens, reading all that.-

MEULIN: BUT—

MEULIN: -it's sort of a squeak- HE'S SUFFURING IN THERE. MORE THAN THEY THINK! HE N33DS HELP. HE N33DS PEOPLE TO HELP HIM.

ARANEA: -ah yes, she heard about this super dangerous mission! she wants to help with that! she really thinks she ought to come along, but convincing dirk would be nearly impossible...-

ARANEA: I know he does, Meulin. -pauses-

ARANEA: I have... an idea for how to help him, 8ut ideally he would 8e receiving some professional help as well. -looks down at her folded hands-

CRONUS: -eyes her- you do?

MEULIN: ... REALLY?

ARANEA: -nod nod- He isn't well... Surely you've recognized that 8y now. 8ut I have recently acquired an... a8ility-- No, a gift to help those struggling with mental o8stacles and the physical residuum left in the wake of navigating them. ARANEA: -squeezes hands together, looking determined- As he is... Rufioh has lost all hope and perspective on the situation he is in. He can still defend himself. He can get out of this mess... Inside his head and in the realworld. He just needs help remem8ering that he can.

MEULIN: -well, that sounds promising, but at the same time, she can't help feeling a little confused and wary.- LIKE... WHAT? WHAT IS IT?

ARANEA: Well... It is a little hard to explain in words. -ironically-

ARANEA: I would demonstrate 8ut I am unsure of what I could even do in this instance. -looks at cronus with a hmm.she wonders if she can cure him of his stupid. ah... wishful thinking.-

ARANEA: -she looks back at meulin, however. she knows there are ways she could help her, but... that's delicate.-

CRONUS: so its like magic or something?

MEULIN: -she wants to know too. IS IT MAGIC???-

ARANEA: -blinks a few times- ... You know, I can't actually think of a 8etter way to descri8e it.

ARANEA: -I am a magical healing fairy-

CRONUS: vwell maybe youll havwe better luck than me because my magic didnt do vwhat i vwanted it to. i mean he said it helped, but... -trails off-

MEULIN: -looking between them both like wat-

ARANEA: -another curious headtilt.- What happened?

CRONUS: -PUFFS WITH PRIDE - vwell i vwas playing my music vwhen the vwhole... thing happened. it vwas a tune specifically for calming? or i guess clarity.

ARANEA: Hmm. So your a8ilities are tied to your music... Fascinating. -looks thought for a moment, tapping her chin... but then her gaze falls to meulin again.- I'm sorry. I'm sure this all seems like ji88erish.

MEULIN: UM... YEAH. KIND OF!

ARANEA: Well, you see... Over the course of several perigrees and many planetary visits, a great deal of us have encountered fantastic creatures. In caves, temples, dungeons... The kinds one might read a8out in a story 8ook. 8ut from my own experience, I can tell you with the utmost certainty that 8oth they and the gifts they have endowed us with are very much real.

ARANEA: I can only attempt to descri8e what these fateful meetings are like. It is something you would have to experience for yourself, yet I am unsure if it is an experience I can recommend.

ARANEA: ... I realize that likely will not clear anything up. All I can really say is that we are no stranger to supernatural phenomenon around here.

MEULIN: OH...

MEULIN: -she's looking between the two of them. If it's an experience they both have, well, of course she can believe it's real.- OKAY.

CRONUS: yeah i think it vwas that, heh. -he still doesn't really remember beyond visions he has in his DREAMS sometimes-

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ATRIUM SECURITY RECORDING 0416

DIRK: -lunch time biptches. sleepy captain coming through.-

DAVE: -here he be with his communicator out, looking around the room like he's...taking a picture? maybe? he faces it toward his sleepy brother- dude dont move DAVE: dont make a sound DAVE: stay still

DIRK: -tiredly eating cereal when dave approaches him.- Fine. Do what you gotta do to be the best like no one ever was or whatever.

DAVE: wow DAVE: disrespectful -swipes his finger over the screen- got it DAVE: finally added dumb nerd to my collection DAVE: shit

DIRK: You must be pretty bad at that game, then. This place is lousy with dumb nerds.

DAVE: you dont understand -plops down across from him- there is only one captain dumb nerd DAVE: and its you DAVE: you slippery motherfucker

DIRK: That's fair. I guess I'll give you some credit, then. -pushes the cereal around in the bowl- DIRK: Are you ready for the meeting tonight? It should be... something.

DAVE: -watches him as he stirs his cereal- yeah DAVE: i mean DAVE: is it even somethin you can be ready for technically DAVE: its somethin thats gotta happen

DAVE: youre gonna rock it btw

DAVE: dont let that go to your head

DAVE: or im gonna dunk you

JOHN: - look it's friends. he wonders what they're discussing and approaches with a bowl in hand. -

DAVE: -what KIND of bowl john-

DAVE: -will i have to confiscate it-

DAVE: -B)-

DIRK: -yes let's get lit before the meeting please-

JOHN: - ayyyyyy. it's fruity pebbles. -

DIRK: Thanks, Dave. I will try to keep my ego in check. -oh shit cereal buddies-

JOHN: - Homfnomnom- hahaha good luck with that one.

DIRK: Who asked you, John?

DAVE: hes a doctor he can say whatever he wants unprompted

JOHN: finally somebody around here makes sense. never thought it would be dave but

DAVE: im the most goddamn profound person on this ship

DIRK: You have your moments. But it's difficult to acknowledge your wisdom when you have that weird baby face.

DAVE: the fuck you talking about weird DAVE: everyone in the family wishes they had this

UNCLE BRO: -FAM-

JOHN: i do love babies though. - tries to pinch Dave's cheek-

DAVE: -smacks his hand- no

JOHN: - worms hand around >:B-

DIRK: -leans to pinch dave's other cheek while he's distracted fending off john.-

DAVE: -smack's dirk's hand- what the fuck DAVE: im gonna arrest the hell out of you

JOHN: arrested for loving babies too much. what is this ship coming to? - pinch pinch.-

DIRK: This is no law introduced by your fearless leader, that's for sure. -pinches with other hand while he's being smacked-

DAVE: -flailing his arms at both of them, it's actually pretty hilarious- why DAVE: come on DAVE: dude!

JAKE: -someone's talking about babies? Jake is running in here for a quick lunch break.- What ho compatriots!!! JAKE: And john. -says it in such a TONE-

JOHN:...???

JOHN: - wtf brother y u front-

JAKE: -STRONG CLAPS john on the back. You know he's only messing with you!- And how are we all this fine afternoon! Did i hear mention of an arrest?

DAVE: dirk did your fiance just call us hos

DIRK: Did you just call us ho comp-- Dammit Dave.

JOHN: - hrk! splashes some of his milk- hahaha what?

JAKE: -such eye rolling- Obviously its the one way im gaurenteed to break the ice! JAKE: Or hobviously rather. Its a damn flexible word thats for sure!

DAVE: ok dirk may be a ho DAVE: i aint no ho

DIRK: -looks at jake with his chin in his hands. jake knows dirk's a ho. he doesn't have to say it.-

JAKE: For christs sake no one is challenging anyones hoish validity! -Stop looking at him, Dirk.-

JAKE: Existant or otherwise!

JOHN: - snickers immaturely. -

DAVE: (yous a ho) DAVE: (ho) DAVE: (yous a ho) DAVE: (ho) DAVE: (yous a ho) DAVE: (i say that yous a ho)

JAKE: -stares at dave.- ...Is he whispering?

DIRK: He's rapping to himself. Like he thinks no one can hear him.

DIRK: -glances at the time. has he been eating cereal for like 5 hours? yikes.- Shit. I gotta get everything prepped for the meeting. DIRK: -rises- I'll see you all there. -skedaddles, but not before giving jake a cheek smooch.-

DAVE: YOU DOIN HO ACTIVITIES DAVE: WITH HO TENDENCIES DAVE: HOES ARE YOUR FRIENDS DAVE: HOES ARE YOUR ENEMIES

DIRK: -oh my GOD-

JAKE: -SHUCKS. What a milky smooch. Kinda squinting at Dave in a lot of confusion.- ??????????? -WHY HE SCREAM.-

JOHN: you're such a weirdo. - messes up Dave's hair and rushes away. -

DAVE: with ho energy to do what you do DAVE: blew what you blew DAVE: screw what you screw

JAKE: -left to gaze awkwardly at his future brother in law.- ...............

DAVE: (yall professional like dj clue) DAVE: (pullin on my coat tail) DAVE: (and why do you think you take a ho to a hotel)

JAKE: -mumbles coat tail and ho-tail to himself. By god they rhyme.-

DAVE: ho tell everybody DAVE: even the MAYOR DAVE: (everyone loves the mayor) DAVE: reach up in the sky for the ho zone layer(edited)

JAKE: -slowly puts up hands. Should he... is this a song someone dances to? He just wants to understand.-

DAVE: come on playa once a ho always DAVE: and hoes never close they open like hallways DAVE: and heres a ho cake for you whole ho crew DAVE: and everybody wants some cuz hoes gotta eat too

JAKE: (La cucaracha la cucaracha.) -bobs around-

DAVE: ho (ho) DAVE: yous a ho (ho) DAVE: yous a ho (ho) DAVE: i said that yous a ho (ho) DAVE: cant turn a ho into a housewife hoes dont act right DAVE: theres hoes on a mission and theres hoes on a crackpipe

DIRK: -ok he is pausing in the upper level to watch this for a moment. fucking incredible.-

JAKE: -just gives up and tap dances the rest of the lyrics here. Hotcha cha cha cha.-

DAVE: -ok this is great. looks up at dirk- HEY HO HOW YA DOIN WHERE YA BEEN DAVE: probably doin ho stuff cuz there you ho again DAVE: its a ho wide world that we livin in DAVE: feline feminine fantastical captains DAVE: not all just some DAVE: you ho who you are

DIRK: -what excellent timing.-

JAKE: -really bad beatboxing and swings himself around. Finger waggling and hand on his hip.-

DIRK: Holy shit.

DIRK: -ok, he's taking a video-

DAVE: theres hoes in the room theres hoes in the car DAVE: theres hoes on stage theres hoes by the bar DAVE: hoes by near and hoes by far DAVE: ho but can i get a ride DAVE: no come on why DAVE: cuz yous a ho (ho) DAVE: yous a ho (ho) DAVE: yous a ho (ho) DAVE: i said that yous a ho (ho)

JAKE: -leg kicks, which look fantastic with his short uniform shorts.-

DIRK: -eyes-

DAVE: you gotta run in your panty ho DAVE: even our daddy knows DAVE: that you suckin down chocolate like daddyos DAVE: you hoes are horrible horrendous DAVE: on taxes yall writin off hoes as dependents DAVE: i see the ho risin it aint surprisin DAVE: its just a hoasis with ugly ass faces DAVE: but hoes dont feel so sad and blue DAVE: cuz most of us here DAVE: is hoes too

DIRK: -ok he's running now. BYE.-