Summary:	Jenni begins to familiarize herself with Heldrad's Citadel, and when kid!Avitus wakes up, they reassure him. Back in the Lounge, it's practically a party with cuddly navymen, spontaneous Jenni/Andras sexyfuntimes, adorable innocents being given beer, Heldrad giving out massages, and the violent types mostly keeping to themselves. Yay! Later, Jenni and Ginger have a talk, Orion is sparkly, human!Travis turns up with burd!Travis, and Jenni is the wrongest she's ever been, ever.
Timeline:	March, 2007.
Rating:	?
Players:	Neshomeh (OC: Jennifer Robinson, Ilraen | Canons: Erik, Henry Jekyll) Hawkelf (Canons: Jubilee, Jack Sparrow, Eighth Doctor, Ianto Jones, Tenth Doctor) Blayze (OCs: Lupeias, Nosferatu, Kip | Canons: James Norrington, Fitz Kreiner, Jack Harkness) Nueva Paz (OCs: Maera, Rhianna, Andras | Canon: Shego) Oracle (OCs: Ginger, Orion) Nightsail (OCs: Heldrad, baby Abigail, runaway-kid Avitus, Travis) Dragonlet (OC: Ryan | Canon: Gillette)
Notes:	(1) We used to use colors to tell which character was which. I have converted this to the much more user-friendly name-tagging way, with colors to show which player is which. (2) I've snipped out all OOC chatter that isn't RP-relevant, PPC-relevant, and/or funny.

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MARCH 8 & 10

Jenni: ... You win? ^_^

Heldrad: *snort* I wasn't aware it was a competition. *and Jenni's still holding the baby, isn't she?* *and the box back onto the stack where it sits neatly*

Jenni: *she is—sitting on a box with baby in her arms and her arms resting on her legs* Nah. I just couldn't think of anything witty or intelligent to say, so you got silliness.

Heldrad: Oh, I know -that- one all too well. *grins more, sits down on a box, eyeing over the little bundle in her lap... can't help some absent coo* ...so you like this room, then?

Jenni: *nodnod* I'm sure I'll be quite comfortable in here. Anyway, it isn't difficult to improve on PPC lodging. *grins at his cooing*

Heldrad: *doesn't even realize that he's doing it, is what's funnier. ;)* So the next step is in comissioning some furnishings, and then to clean it out and make room for them for when they're finished? *trying to look up at her, but his eyes keep going back down to the infant... natural dad here, obviously.*

Neshomeh: (( ... There's still a young!hung-over!Avitus sleeping on the couch in Heldrad's quarters. That's probably a good thing to remember. ^_^; ))

Nightsail: ((oh, I know. ^_^))

Jenni: *amused; exaggerated bobbing of her head in an effort to maintain eye contact* Yep. ... Do you want a turn, Dad? *referring to Abigail*

Heldrad: *looks back up again with a sheepish smile, a faint purple blush on his cheeks... busted!* ...maybe?

Jenni: *laughs with an effort to be quiet about it* Well, if it's only maybe... I dunno... *teasing!*

Heldrad: *sticks his tongue out at her, gives a little raspberry*

Jenni: ^_^ Oh, all right, then. *hands baby over carefully*

Heldrad: *reaches over and takes her, making sure he's got the little bundle* Thanks... ^_^ *cuddles her up... one thing's for sure, he knows how to hold a kid comfortably. he gets up, holding the door for her* After you...?

Jenni: *stands up, stretches, turns it into a sort of curtsy* Thank you, my dear fellow. *exits*

Heldrad: *opens the other door for her too, out to the hall... and leads down the stairs, very carefully, what with -his- feet and all... heads right out to the street there, opening the big heavy front doors easily and holding those for her as well* I know of a few good carpenters that would be more than happy to make whatever sort of furniture you'd like to describe for them....

Jenni: *follows along* All right, then. *tries to think what she's likely to need besides a bed and possibly a worktop... extra chair or two, maybe... wardrobe... shelves...*

Heldrad: *leading down the street there... he leads to a spot of the Citadel with the smell of wood in the air and some sounds of people already up and at work, even though the sky's only just starting to lighten up a bit... there's plenty of burdcalls above, the last hunters still coming in from their hunts and the fledgelings playing on top of some buildings, practicing flying in short bits over the alleys and streets between rooftops where they dare.... nighttime isn't dead around this place. ;)* Oh good, they're already up... ^_^

Jenni: *distracted by the young burds—they're fun to watch. ^_^ * Hm? Oh. Good. *also distracted with bringing up memories of how to talk to craftspeople... and considering taking up musicianship again, 'cos no one around here will probably tell her that being decent at singing and playing a recorder is dangerously 'Sueish behavior*

Heldrad: *would more likely help her come up with some clarinet or something and practice with her. Not to mention help her figure out how to read -their- kind of sheet music, and see if it's possible to play what's written out as a type of burdysong thing on a human instrument.* *knocking before he peeks in, steps in to talk with them*

burds: *chirping at each other, looks like there's a game of tag going on up there... and one of the guys, one that looks like he was probably a grown adult before he got vamped... now, he's just unsteady on his new feet, and not sure how to use those wings properly yet, and getting frustrated by them, is on one edge of a roof, getting chirped at by the guys on the other side, who want him to jump across... it's only a few yards, but he's hesitant anyway.*

Jenni: *figures she'll hear if he falls or anything, so follows Heldrad into the shop and looks around in there, waiting to say anything so as not to interrupt*

Heldrad: *explaining to the guy about wanting furniture built for Jenni... and looks like one of the boys watching this seems a little jealous — hey, some other human gets to be at the castle and order furniture for their quarters there??*

guy: *some nods, agreeing that he thinks they can do that... and a nod to Jenni as he digs out paper and pencil... want to gloss over this, or...?*

Jenni: *nod back, greetings, yay glossiness!*

guy: *has her help him plot out the furnishings she wants, then... what the dresser should look like, how big, the kind of bed and how tall, how wide, how deep, etc... styles of tables and chairs, the works.*

Heldrad: *taken to visiting with some of the humans while they're at it, showing off the baby and letting them play with his hair and wings... very social burd.*

Jenni: *gonna make his job easy, 'cos she's not into complicated—simple and elegant, that's the ticket* *the bed just has to be big enough to share with a kid when the need arrises; one chair also suitable for sitting and reading/snuggling in; everything else just basic*

guy: *taking plenty of notes for future reference, getting the idea pretty easily of what it is she's wanting. a few glances at the baby Heldrad's got seem to be all he needs, and one can only imagine that he's suspecting her of perhaps being the mom or something. hehe....*

Heldrad: *killing time while he waits for them, still cooing over the baby*

Neshomeh: (( Jenni: *singing* Let's give 'em something to talk about...! *snogs Heldrad* ))

Nightsail: ((Heldrad: *lost — she'd have to lead, but as long as the baby's set aside nicely, he wouldn't complain! ....be cooing quite loudly, actually....*))

Nightsail: ((........you know, I do have to wonder how she'd react if she found out that his clan wasn't sterile any more.... lmao. XD))

Neshomeh: (( Haha. Aren't they? {X D ))

Nightsail: ((*eg* Where do you think Janos's kind came from, in my version of things? shocked the hell outta Vedast when he helped deliver that kid, lemme tell ya. XD))

Neshomeh: (( An amusing mix-up involving time-travel? *g* Hee. ))

Jenni: *can only imagine what sort of talk she'll generate, being here* *oh well, has better things to worry about* *that probably about wraps things up...*

Nightsail: ((well, after the current-day Nosgoth wears out, they find that nice portal hidden in the mountains and the ever so kewl NICE planet beyond it... pack up and take themselves, the humans, and all the half-burds with them, of course... and find a land where the poor Hylden are actually just going nuts trying to preserve their gene pool and figure out why they're coming up with so many genetic defects with no discernable cause. And using humans as guinea pigs, in their desperation to find a cure. and thus the vamps get asked for help, and the war with "religious" beginnings began... not quite like in the games, but close enough. *eg* After all, if an oracle speaks up and starts guiding you to defeating your enemies, most people do tend to listen...))

Neshomeh: (( *nodnod* Fun stuff. ))

Heldrad: *taking the hint, excuses himself from the humans he's visiting with and heads back over to her to head out... back to the castle! ...of course, by now, the sunlight's in the sky, still too cloudy for real sun, but the promise of it is there, lighting everything up... and the fledgelings are all gone, presumably back inside the castle and in bed already, more humans around instead... few hunters still out, too, just the ones hanging behind to work with humans at the arenas, or the ones at the taverns having a drink, looks like.*

Jenni: *will definitely spend a day exploring once she's settled in a bit* *not sure precisely what she wants to do at the moment... check on the kid, first thing...*

Heldrad: *still cooing at the baby... looks like he's still got the bottle, though it's about empty again.*

Abigail: *itty squeaky sound at him, she's awake... and trying to focus on the blue face she's seeing* ....?

Jenni: *smiles at the baby* Good morning!

Abigail: *looks up at her... she really does look like Heldrad.* ... *peep?*

Heldrad: *cooing a tad louder... instincts are strong things. He gives her another lil kiss* ...I ought to check to see if they're done repairing that thing that makes the milk for her yet....

Jenni: *as Abigail, speaking for her benefit/entertainment* That's a good idea, Dad. ^_^ *also getting a kick out of calling Heldrad "Dad" for some reason*

Heldrad: *peeks up at her... well, no one's ever called him -that- before!* ....you want to come with me, then? *on their way to the castle!* ....there's one of those Doors in my quarters that leads there....

Jenni: *well, get used to it ^_^ * Maybe. I want to make sure that kid's still okay.

Heldrad: *nods* That'll be on our way... *back to the castle, then?*

Jenni: *yep*

Heldrad: *holding doors for her again, leading her up the stairs and back to his quarters... inside, it sounds like the kiddo's woken up again, and he's finished getting rid of the last bits of that wine.... Heldrad peeks into the study where the kid is, and looks back to Jenni, offering her the itty baby.... then heads in there to help the kid get comfier there on the couch, since he's just not feeling well at all*

kid: *saying something quietly, mostly mumbled... something about wanting Winnoc. and Heldrad just shushes him a little bit, petting through his hair and giving him a hug*

Jenni: *massive impulse to cuddle, so cuddles Abigail; also goes over there by the couch* Hey there.

Avitus: *kiddo peeks up at her, wiping his eyes... he's back to a few tears and some sniffles, looking cuddleable indeed.* Hi....

Heldrad: *got the kid in his lap, rubbing over his back and cooing*

Jenni: *just... sort of... hovers, then*

Avitus: *peeking up at them* .....so where is this....? I'm not going to be in trouble, am I? ....when I go back....? *all worried about that* ...I really shouldn't have run off, but... I didn't want to be dinner again....

Jenni: No, you shouldn't worry about it, love. Remember, Heldrad went and gave those ones a good scare. If they try anything, you can remind them. *grin* Anyway, this is a safe place. I'm sure you can stay until you're quite ready to go back. *little glance at Heldrad; pretty sure she's right, but not wanting to step on his toes*

Heldrad: *nods; he's not -about- to usher the poor kiddo out of here if he doesn't want to leave... kid's on the skinny side, and timid and all... it really does play on his instincts here.* You can stay as long as you like....

Avitus: *itty nod, curls up there to get hugged on, quiet for a moment* ....what if Winnoc's worried? I didn't tell him I was here....

Jenni: *all right, will ask* Who's Winnoc?

Avitus: *peeks up*

Heldrad: *answers first* He's someone who's already taking care of you, isn't he...

Avitus: *looks at him, a little surprised* How did you know?

Heldrad: *wings going down a bit.... awwww. poor hen....* ....lucky guess?

Jenni: ... What? *why should that make Heldrad droop so? simple hen-envy? can relate...*

Heldrad: *basically. kiddo already belongs to someone else.*

Avitus: *quiet, wipes his eyes again* He's my teacher... he asked Lord Raziel some things, and got me my bracelet.... *the smallish locked-looking bangle thing on his wrist that doesn't seem designed to be removed?*

Jenni: *remembers about that* *also remembers having been a bloody idiot not too long ago—hasn't quite forgiven herself for being clueless there, but oh well* *just sways in place with the baby* Oh. That's nice.

Avitus: *yeeeah, that was kinda funny. XD* .... *looks back down at the bracelet he's got on again, feeling over the inscription* ....he said he'd take care of me after the ceremony in a few years....

Heldrad: *yeah, definitely droopy wings... poor hen. -he- wanted the kiddo! ...bets are, he's gonna want to cuddle the already-a-burdie Avitus after this as compensation or something.* ....then who's taking care of you in the meanwhile?

Avitus: I can take care of myself... *looks a little hurt, actually* ....I know where everything is in the castle.....

Heldrad: *wasn't talking about getting clean clothes and baths and food, apparently* .....

Jenni: *stealing Abigail, so there* *doesn't know what Heldrad's talking about, either—fourteen-year-old kid ought to be more or less self-sufficient for normal things, but what the heck is normal around here? and anyway, if taking care of someone involves keeping them from being abused by uppity lieutenants, the answer is clearly "no one."*

Heldrad: *it was the latter, yeah. He's not liking those guys he scared.* ....where was Winnoc a little while ago, then?

Avitus: ...... *quiet... nice going, hen. make the kid cry again.* .....

Heldrad: *sighs, looks at Jenni for help, trying to figure out what to say* ....all right, that came out wrong....

Jenni: *blink* *what, I'm supposed to save your feathered butt? ... 'cos I will, even though I agree with you on this. >.> * *sits down on the couch* Look, the point is that what happened isn't your fault. It was bad and it shouldn't have happened, but it's over now and you can do things to make sure it doesn't happen again. Right? *slight tangent there, but perhaps a more productive one*

Avitus: *nods, curling up more* .....I don't want any more wine....

Heldrad: *gives her a very relieved look — thanks! — yeah, he's not so great at diffusing situations, just talking himself into them. :S* ....no one's going to make you have any more....

Avitus: ...'m gonna stay with Winnoc more.... when I go back.... *tries to put his hair out of his face*

Heldrad: *some itty coo again, tries to help him with that* ....which won't be for a while, right?

Avitus: ..... *quiet again, debating* ....can someone tell him I'm okay while I'm not there....?

Jenni: That can probably be arranged.

MARCH 23-24

Blayze: Hiii people!

NuevaPaz: w00t!

Dragonlet: OMG TWO CHATS AT ONCE I mean hi

Neshomeh: Hi!

Nightsail: hey. ^_^

Neshomeh: RP? *bounces*

Nightsail: sure. ^_^

Dragonlet: Um what rp *has been out of this rpland :O*

Neshomeh: Ummm... the kind where people wander in and go, Wow, I haven't seen you people in ages because our typists suck like that. What's up?

Dragonlet: Kay sorry, didn't know if you guys'd been doing some othe sort of plotty while I've been out of the loopy :3

Nightsail: well, I haven't been, really...

NuevaPaz: And my anthro!Maera pic already has more comments than my last anthro pic...

Blayze: Nnnope. *well uh unless you count all the chats with Hawky*

Neshomeh: Not too much. Sail and I have, sorta, because Jen's moved in with Heldrad.

Heldrad: *all full of cooing*

Blayze: *...which would wind us up with a Ninth Doctor, Eighth Doctor, Fitz Kreiner, Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper, and Toshiko Saato*

NuevaPaz: I have had no one to rp with. ;_;

Dragonlet: EEEEEETORCHWOOD

Dragonlet: I mean

Dragonlet: Monkey.

Blayze: *And a Jack and Ianto but they left with Ten*

Blayze: MONKEY YAY

Jenni: ^_^

Dragonlet: Monkeys are nice p:

Blayze: Monkeys are cool.

Dragonlet: Yes.

Neshomeh: Undead monkeys are more cool.

Dragonlet: :O yes. Yes they are.

Heldrad: *has the baby in a lil bundle, snuggling her* ^_^

Lupe: *oh dear jesus are there PEOPLE*

Dragonlet: *uh uh should think up a person to play huh...*

Jenni: *people!*

Ryan: *HOSHIT PEOPLE hiding in his tree now*

Erik: *has totally not been secretly scouting out Heldrad's clan's castle all this time... >.> *

Blayze: *well there's Carcer and then we'd have to deal with Teatime* *..Or Gillette! Because Norrington is teh mopey*

Dragonlet: *Gillette is good! :D*

Gillette: *uh was this the color or are we doing names?*

Lupe: *oh are we using /names/ now?* *bah*

Heldrad: *can do names?*

Gillette: *either way works*

Neshomeh: *can't be bothered to remember which colors she was using* *doesn't mind if other people do, though*

Dragonlet: *will do both because is also distracted by person getting sexnapped*

Jenni: *bwuh?*

Lupe: *..well is red so there* *red and eating something unidentifiable and probably previously alive*

Dragonlet: *so uh also there is a Ryanpup if anyone wants to talk to sightly neurotic prettyboynymph who is hiding in his tree..*

Henry: *err... exists? probably not too terribly healthy unless 'Fer's been making him eat and stuff, though* *crazy obsessive man*

Gillette: *prolly be sitting on couch a little...D: cos missing Norry..*

Fer: *right, forcing pet doctor/best friend to eat* *I'm on it*

Henry: *oh, fine* *the things I do for lo—SCIENCE >.>; *

Ryan: *apples in tree...LOL has probably wore off from them...if anyone's hungry >>*

Fer: *just eat the sandwich, geekboi* *..will totally not obsess over that slip later, promise* *damn my teenaged girliness*

Erik: *ew* ... *pokes Lupe with a stolen curtain rod*

Lupe: *..oh look, Erik* *would chuck something at him but hello lack of projectile weapons*

Gillette: *Siiiiigh bored....*

Lupe: *...pillows anyone?*

Erik: *NO PILLOWS!*

Heldrad: *puts his wings up — very protective of the bebe. OOH, PILLOWS! :D* *wants to make a nest*

Ryan: *bebe? curious leans over*

Heldrad: *out of pillows, of course.*

Ryan: *umumumleaves?*

NuevaPaz: ((I am confused and I don't know the characters Dragonlet is playing.))

Heldrad: *has a lil babygirl in a pink blanket... itty baby!*

Jenni: ^_^ *cuddles one wing* ... So. Hi, everyone! *yay breaking asterisks!*

Dragonlet: ((Gillette is from POTC and Ryan is OC Nymph.))

Norrington: *...oh right lounge* *my mun is jerking my chain again* *..is Norrington*

Ryan: :D *babysocute*

Gillette: *doesn't bounce becuase tha'ts undignified...*

Lupe: *yep, pillows* *grabs*

Gillette: *pounce*

NuevaPaz: ((Don't know which character that is, and...Nymph?)

Erik: *glares at Lupe's pillow*

Lupe: *...whap*

Norrington: O-o

Erik: -_- Lovely welcome....

Heldrad: *VERYcutebebe. name's Abigail.*

Lupe: *dryly* You were gone?

Gillette: *so was not pouncing actually just...>> being um wanting to pounce but not because it's undignified :O*

Jenni: *gets to play mom to Heldrad's kid* *is happy*

Ryan: *looking at baby but is shy so not so close*

Erik: Only for ages, that's all.

Heldrad: *wantsa show her off to EVERYONE!* *COOING*

Ryan: *baaabeee :3*

Jenni: *come talk to us, strange tree-person!*

Ryan: *butbut shy :O...comes down and and* Uhm hi.

Heldrad: *cooing up a storm* ^_^ *proud daddy*

Jenni: Hello. {= )

Lupe: Didn't notice.

Ryan: *smile?* Um. Your baby um, is very beautiful. ^_^

Norrington: *dignity is important*

Gillette: *yes it is which is why he's not pouncing. Even though he wants to. -_-*

Erik: Well, I suppose that's no more than one can expect.

Heldrad: *COO* Thank you... ^_^

Ryan: ^_^ You're welcome. My friend has a baby. *would coo and hover but but...babies fragile D:*

Jenni: Oh? Who's your friend?

Ryan: Um. I'm not supposed to tell. I promised.

Jenni: Oh. Well, congratulations to them, anyway.

Lupe: ...Pretty much.

Ryan: Um he had to give him to an orphanage.

Norrington: *and I'm very proud, lieutenant.*

Jenni: *awkward!* ... Sorry.

Gillette: *...fingers drumming though* *for a different eason*

Ryan: *smiles* He's safe. So it's okay.

kitten: *is lost!*

Heldrad: ....why would anyone give up their baby? 0_o; *hugs her more*

Norrington: *...are you always this anxious and I just don't notice?*

Erik: *aloof and unaffected*

Ryan: Um. Because it was dangerous for him.

Lupe: ...*whap!*

Erik: Oi! *swings the curtain rod at her*

Gillette: *had an extra cup of coffee is all, really*

Norrington: *..no more caffiene, then*

Gillette: *yessir*

Lupe: *ducks* Hey!

Erik: I should hit you next time.

kitten: *wanders to random person* Mew!

Fer: *...so whatcha doin', Henry?*

Lupe: Whyyy?

NuevaPaz: (( http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v173/nuevapaz/Sims/Strangetown/Maera/tossinair.jpg ))

Dragonlet: ((KITTY))

Henry: *on the edge of a breakthrough!* ... *no, not really—just slogging away, trying to learn magic and modern technology in case it helps*

Gillette: *is distracted by kitten helo kitten :o*

Norrington: *..note to self: Lieutenant is no longer allowed coffee* *ever*

Jenni: *look, it's a kitten* ^_^

kitten: *mews*

Gillette: -_- *is not that bad and hey it's a kitten, kittens are cute*

Heldrad: *cooing at the baby... grins, pets the kitty. unlike his brother, he's not terrified of cats.*

Fer: *can you like..learn-learn magic? I would think you'd hafta be born with, like, aptitude or something.*

Erik: Because I'm sure you deserve it, one way or another.

Lupe: *..cats are meant to be chased*

Ryan: *has...never seen a cat ack what is it*

Henry: *well, the original formula worked on a really metaphysical basis, so might be able to push farther in that direction* *in theory*

Fer: *..mmkay* *if you say so*

Maera: Dragon! *grabs the kitten*

Erik: ... or you will deserve it. Only bad dogs chase cats. *glare* *unrepentant cat person*

Lupe: *whinepout* Cats are prey. It's instinct.

Ryan: :O

Lupe: *really detests the phrase 'bad dog'. Damn evolution.*

Gillette: *wonders idly what happened to all those Navy kittens*

Dragon: *purrs*

Erik: ... Chase her, instead. Make it a rescue mission. *referring to Maera*

Maera: "Rescue" what? *puts the kitten on her shoulder*

Ryan: *peeer* Um what, what is that? *at the kitten, is all :O*

Norrington: *well, Theo is peeking out of James' pocket* *he snuck in again*

Gillette: *might laugh* You have a stowaway, James.

Erik: *blank look* *did I say something?*

Lupe: *grins*

Jenni: *to Ryan* Hm? It's a kitten. That is, a young cat. It's cute and fuzzy.

Norrington: *blinks* Do I? *looks down* *put-upon expression* Theo! *pulls the kitty out*

Ryan: ...what's a cat?

Gillette: *grins* You didn't know he was there?

NuevaPaz: ((which character is Gilette again?))

Jenni: Er... a small mammal? Domesticated, but low-maintenance. Friendly by their own discretion. Otherwise aloof.

Dragonlet: ((Navy lt. from POTC))

Ryan: ...Oh. I've never seen one.

Jenni: *tilts head* Where are you from?

Norrington: I should be used to it by now. He sneaks in whenever he can. *scowls at the cat*

NuevaPaz: ((Okay, I just don't remember anyone with that name...but then, I only know the names of the main characters.))

Neshomeh: (( Isn't he the one who says, kinda snarky, "That's got to be the best pirate I've ever seen" when Jack and Will steal the ship in the first movie? ))

Dragonlet: ((No that's the other guy.))

Neshomeh: (( Oh. Meh. ))

Gillette: *smiles* Maybe he doesn't like to be parted from you. *offers a finger to Theo kitty*

Ryan: Um. Home? <<

Jenni: ... Does "home" have a name?

Ryan: Um. Isari forest.

NuevaPaz: ((And what is "Nymph"? I mean, I know what a nymph is...))

Heldrad: *cooing up a storm still... made a nest of the pillows ^_^*

Dragonlet: ((A nymph. He's a nymph.))

Jenni: Hm. Sorry, I haven't heard of it. *joins Heldrad on the nest, 'cos it's comfy. ^_^ *

NuevaPaz: ((Oh, okay, I thought you were referring to something specific. I mean, more specific.))

Dragonlet: ((Not really. Based off of the Greek Myths nymphs but not ezzactly.))

Ryan: Not many have.

NuevaPaz: ((okay))

Blayze: ((Gillette is "Gillette! Fetch some Irons!" and "A little mermaid swam up on deck and told him."))

NuevaPaz: ((*doesn't remember either of those lines*))

Norrington: *sighs* He is rather clingy. *continues searching pockets- where Theo goes, Jack follows*

Maera: *is staying as far from Lupe as possible*

Gillette: *holds onto Theo for him while he looks*

Lupe: *growls menacingly* *likes to watch her twitch*

Dragon: *clings to Maera's shoulder, but is looking around at everyone*

Norrington: *aha* *here's the scruffy little thing* *gets a lick on the nose for his trouble* -_- Found him.

Gillette: Hello Jack. *waves a finger at the other kitten* *and grinning at James' expense*

Rhianna: *exists* *would like to see the kitties, but it requires approaching people she's not familiar with*

Norrington: *Jack quickly worms around to perch on James' hat* *James is not amused*

Gillette: *is* *grins and pets Theo*

Ilraen: *is a tall, willowy guy with bright carroty hair and green eyes* *is also an Andalite in human morph, currently getting the heck away from his partner* *has jeans and a t-shirt from somewhere, but they don't really fit* *smiles at the room*

Norrington: *sighs* *gently pulls him off* Little scamp. Should have thought of a dignified name, not the name of a scoundrel.

Ryan: *has sort of melted away from the group...thinking of going back into his tree*

Gillette: But he is a scoundrel of a kitten.

Dragon: *jumps to the floor*

Norrington: *dryly* Yes, I had noticed.

Maera: Hey! *grabs the cat before anything can happen to it*

Ilraen: Hello! *to the world in general, really*

Lupe: *waves* *going to sneak up on Erik with the pillow*

Ryan: *gack person!* Uhmhi.

Erik: *you think so?*

Gillette: So it makes sense. *reaches to scritch Jack behind a kitteny ear*

Heldrad: *still cooing, lil pats on his pockets to find the bottle for the baby*

Lupe: *yep*

Norrington: I suppose...*glowers at the cat*

Dragon: *seems to be glaring at the other cats*

Gillette: *puts Theo on his thigh, he starts crawling up James*

Norrington: *ack, cat, claws, ack*

Gillette: *is amused*

Ilraen: *fixes on Ryan—lucky him* My name is Ilraen. I am attempting to socialize myself. Would you like to talk?

Jenni: ... *must not laugh at Ilraen...*

Ryan: ...uhm. Okay. *smile? Nervoussmile?*

Norrington: ._. *not amused**at /all/*

Ilraen: Good. ^_^ What is your name?

Gillette: *pets his shoulder*

Ryan: Um. I'm Ryan. Where uhm, where are you from?

Norrington: *tries to remove the cat*

Gillette: Aww don't, they're so happy.

Norrington: They have /sharp claws/, Andrew.

Ilraen: It is good to meet you, Ryan. I was rescued from a bad fanfic by Agents Twiggy and Brittany. I have not been to the homeworld of my people.

Gillette: They stab you because they love you.

Ryan: Oh um. What's fanfic? >>

Erik: ...

Norrington: -_-

Gillette: *sighs and picks up Theo* Here cats. Want me to take Jack too?

Norrington: Would you? *looks mildly harried*

Gillette: What else are trusted liutenants for? *sighs and grins, picks Jack up*

Ilraen: Fanfic is short for fanfiction, which is a story based on the published works of another.

Heldrad: I've seen one. *odd look* ....it was horrible.

Ryan: ..Oh. Huh. And you're from a bad one? *has never heard of it before :O*

Maera: *sits down somewhere and keeps a hold on her kitten*

Lupe: *...* *whap*

Jenni: *nodnod* You should've seen Ilraen when he came in. You couldn't look at the guy, he was so poorly described—he kept changing. O.x

Erik: *uff*

Ryan: :O That must have been..uncomfortable for you.

Ilraen: Yes, it was. Agent Robinson helped me. Hello, Jenni. I didn't see you there. ^_^

Jenni: *wave*

Ryan: Then I'm very glad for you. That you uhm. Got better.

Lupe: *smirks*

Ilraen: Thank you.

Erik: *hmph*

Ryan: ^_^

Ilraen: Please, tell me something about yourself now. ^_^

Lupe: *wins*

Ryan: Oh. Um. I'm a nymph. *and is responsible for a bad incident between nymphs and elves but that is not something to say on first meeting um um um* ...I like apples.

Erik: *feels a sulk coming on...*

Ilraen: Oh. I've seen apples. They are very nice.

Ryan: ^_^ Would you like one?

Ilraen: Yes, please. ^_^

Heldrad: *peeks over at Erik* ...?

Jenni: ... *debates saying something about Andalites and tastebuds, but decides against it*

Ryan: *reaches over to his tree which is for some reason in the lounge shh don't ask, plucks an apple and gives it to him*

Ilraen: Thank you. *looks at it for a bit, trying to decide the best way to do this—can talk fine because Nume forbade him to fall into that cliche, but...* *bites down awkwardly—too much at once! ack!* O.o

Rhianna: *is an elf! sort of*

Lupe: *will have to hit you again if you do*

Ryan: *eep!* Are um are you okay? D:

Ilraen: Unnh? *stuck!*

Ryan: *ackflail* Uhm open your mouth?

Erik: *object of neglect and abuse by turns, that's him*

Gillette: *is covered in cats*

Rhianna: *wanders over to other people in an attempt to socialize without having to actually initiate anything*

Norrington: *amused*

Lupe: *pretty much* *hey hey hey* *Gwen owns a bar now*

Rhianna: *stands there quietly instead and watches people*

Gillette: *would stick his tongue out if he was less dignified*

Ilraen: *manages to unwedge the apple from his teeth* *rubs his jaw* O.x

Ryan: Um are you okay. D:?

Norrington: *no less amused*

Ilraen: *thinks about it* ... Mouths are difficult.

Gillette: *Sighs* Do you want me to dump them back onto you?

Ryan: Um smaller bites are usually bette...

Erik: *what, owns as in gets paid for operating?*

Ilraen: Yes, I see that. I will try again. *does* ... *ZOMG!*

Ryan: *:O does it work? :O*

Ilraen: *duuuude, it's like fireworks on my mucous membranes!* *or something!*

Lupe: *as in it's hers*

Ryan: *Good then? :D?*

Norrington: *shakes head* That's quite all right, Lieutenant.

Erik: *can I take my internal conflict out on the patrons?*

Andras: *crashlands* ...ow

Gillette: *-_-*

Andras: *gets up* I did that on purpose!

Lupe: *that's my job* *I'm the Bouncer*

Ryan: :O

Jenni: *distracted from -not- snickering at Ilraen* *-doesn't- snicker at Andras instead* Sure, sure. Hi!

Andras: *feathers fly everywhere*

Ryan: *flails ack the feathers* Are you okay? :O

Ilraen: *this is fantastic!* {= D

Ryan: :D *^_^* Does it taste good?

Ilraen: I haven't tasted other things. But I think so!

Ryan: :D

Andras: *frowns* Oh yeah? Well, when you've flown with four wings for hundreds of years, and then have to do with only two, and those two are the weaker ones...Well I'd like to see you try it!

Fer: *..* *do you want something to drink, Henry?*

Erik: *well, I'm allowed, right? eh? friend? eh?*

Andras: ..... That is....hello!

Lupe: *well, I suppose* *we can set you on the fangirls*

Ryan: *...* Are you okay?

Henry: *sure, sounds good*

Lupe: *also, laughing hysterically at Andras*

Fer: *mkay* *water good?*

Erik: *sounds like a plan* *and yeah, pointing and laughing at Feathers there*

Ryan: *thinks laughy people are mean...*

Lupe: *probably*

Andras: Ha ha. Shutup. *scowls* *can't glare exactly*

Erik: *is mean, yes*

Ryan: *isn't laughing D:*

Ilraen: *is totally distracted by his tongue, because he has one, and there's apple on it, and OMG*

Lupe: *just so you know, I can't promise they won't latch onto you*

Erik: *will kill them if they try anything*

Ryan: *there will be more apple if he...takes. Another. Bite. OMG. O_O*

Andras: *brushes feathers off himself*

Ryan: *plus apples are delicious and should be eaten fully*

Andras: *has a new outfit, it just hasn't been drawn yet* *it has PANTS*

Ilraen: *oh yes, chomping happily away now* ^_^

Ryan: ^_^

Lupe: *they're a bunch of teenaged girls* *they are the most frightening things in the world* *but I think they're in love with Jack and Ianto now*

Jenni: Andras... pants? But you have such nice legs. *teasing him, because that's always fun*

Erik: *will kill them just for being there, if he can get away with it*

Ryan: Um he doesn't usually wear pants?

Andras: Someone thought I needed them. *not mentioning evil creators* They get in the way. >.>

Jenni: *snrk*

Ryan: Aren't they comfortable?

Lupe: *naah* *Ianto can make them clean now* *it's useful* *besides, they named them* *it won't do to kill the poor boys' pets*

Andras: *used to wear some weird loincloth type dealy*

Heldrad: *wonders what the deal is with pants. not like he dun go around in his own boxers some days too.*

Henry: *... was offered a drink, yes? with liquid?*

Erik: *well, where's the fun in that?*

Lupe: Dear god does this mean we /won't/ be subjected to views of 'more-of-Andras-than-we-ever-wanted-to-see' anymore? Words can't say how devestated I am! ...Oh wait, Yeah they can. None.

Heldrad: *snrk*

Fer: *the puppy hogged the keyboard* *here ya go, Henry*

Erik: ... That makes no sense.

Gillette: *kittens get scritchies*

Henry: *mm, liquid*

Lupe: ..Shut up, dedboi.

Andras: Be glad I'm forced to wear clothes at all. It would be easier considering how some people can't seem to settle on what I should wear.

Erik: Well, if you're going to insult someone, you ought to do it properly.

Lupe: All right, all right. 'not at all'. Better?

Jenni: So, why not go starkers? ^_^

Ryan: ...That woud be more comfortable.

Erik: Much.

Ryan:...>> Can we?

Ilraen: *pauses in chewing* ... Clothing is socially correct. It eases some tensions and serves as a means of non-verbal communication.

Andras: That's what I meant. It would be easier.

Ryan: Oh. *not pouting, really....*

Erik: *okay, is a little afraid of Ilraen now*

Andras: *was referring to Jenni's comment*

Jenni: Yes, I know. That's why I said it.

Ryan: *isn't pouting at Ilraen's comment*

Ilraen: *apple! ^_^ *

Andras: Because I would never get drawn, that's why. *mutters about evil, prudish creators*

Ryan: *apples are very delicious.*

Jenni: Only from the waist down. Or, there's cheesecake. *should know >.> *

Lupe: *trade me, mine likes tormenting me*

Ryan: *creator draws naked characters with convenient placements like wings or tables or arms* *other people's arms...>< the pervert*

Andras: I can't be written that way either, apparently.

Jenni: Maybe I could fix that problem for you. ^_^

Erik: *okay, WTF?*

Andras: I don't think I'm up for negotiation.

Jenni: *eyes the pants in the manner of predator stalking prey*

Heldrad: *would offer to trade up his mun... but he's got it far better than his mun's other chars. ^_^;*

Andras: When one is intellectual property, one does not have much choice in...*has this weird feeling he's being eyed* Off camera is a different matter, though..

Jenni: Character emancipation! *charge!* *totally stealing Andras' pants*

Ryan: ...*hides in his tree o_o*

Erik: *... my typist is CRAZY and won't let any of us get any anyhow! GAH*

Gillette: *may have fallen asleep on James' shoulder...*

Norrington: *notblushing* *sighs*

Lupe: *ha ha has a boyfriend and you doooon't* *..significant other, whatever*

Gillette: *kittens also either asleep or trying to climb into James' lap*

Heldrad: *would also try to take home a kitten, but Avitus'd freak. :(*

Andras: Guh? *has pants stolen?* Jeeze, didn't know you felt that way! *author sticks on a censor bar, just to irritate him* HEY!

Norrington: *sighs* *skritches kitties*

Jenni: {X )

Gillette: *gentle quiet snore*

Norrington: *amused*

Ryan: ....*what why is that bar there*

Erik: *dies of embarrassment*

Lupe: *snerks*

Andras: *killed Erik, OMFG!*

Jenni: *is having a "sick and tired of being repressed" mood*

Heldrad: *while Erik's dead, hauls him to the pillow nest, cuddles up next to him, and starts burdysinging to himself quietly*

Andras: *sighs* Jenni...you know you can't do something like that without paying the consequences.

Erik: *WTF?* *where did the fourth wall go?!*

Ryan: *might be curious as to whether the black censor bar is removable or not...Hhhm...*

Heldrad: *fourth wall? What fourth wall?*

Jenni: Yeah. But sometimes it has to be done.

Erik: *exactly!* *frelling typists, messing with us! O.o; * *and, by the way, no touching* *glare*

Andras: .......But my place is, um, kinda in another dimension, so it'll have to be yours...

Heldrad: *curled up next to him anyway. at least he gets a free bout of burdysong!*

Jenni: *blink*

Andras: Unless people want to watch. :D

Ryan: *watching closely* ... *thatisuhoh look something shiny*

Heldrad: *chirptwitters, still cooing... didn't mean to touch Erik with his feathers, either. his attention's on the baby.*

Jenni: ... Wait a sec. I missed something. *are you propositioning me?*

Maera: *is still here, yes, and rather disgusted, and very interested in that wall there, too*

Rhianna: *is also still here* *ooh, carpet* *er, wood*

Erik: *facepalms with both hands*

Jubilee: *...points and laughs at everyone* *because she CAN* *don't mind the empty six pack of Jolt bottles, really, they're nothing* *at all* *mwahahaha* *er*

Ilraen: *just curious* *people are interesting! {= D *

Heldad: *singing away obliviously* ^_^ *brushes that wing again.. hey, something's behind him? ...oh yeah, it's Erik.* Hi. ^_^

Gillette: *gack laughing what is jolted awake flail*

Norrington: *shakes head* *watching kittens thank you*

Erik: *unh*

Andras: Oh, come on, you can't just swipe a guy's pants unless you're gonna follow up on the act.

Jenni: Seriously? ^_^

Gillette: *...Sorry ?*

Fitz: *ohlookFitz!*

Jubilee: *FITZ!*

Ryan: Um...do you need something to um wear?

Fitz: O-o Hi, Jubilee. *dear lord there are people*

Jubilee: Hi! I may have overdosed on caffeine just a leeeeettlllllle bit. But it's fun and everyone's here and yay!

Fitz: ....*oh god you're hyper aren't you*

Jubilee: *hellz yeah*

Ilraen: *more people!* Hello!

Fitz: ..Hi.

Andras: No, I'm not serious, I'm just messing you....Yes, seriously!

Jubilee: Hello!

Ilraen: I'm Ilraen. Who are you? ^_^

Jubilee: Jubilation Lee! I'm sparkly! *paff*

Fitz: *..he's missing pants*

Ilraen: I have an apple. It is very good. You should try one. ^_^

Andras: *indeed, that has been established*

Jubilee: ...no thanks. Too healthy. Blegh.

Ryan: They're really good.

Jenni: Well, that's abrupt. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. *grin* I'm pretty sure there are Doors that go nicer places...

Jubilee: I said 'ew.'

Ryan: D: Sorry.

Ilraen: *aw*

Jubilee: 'Sokay!

Fitz: ...*...and the alcohol has gone where?*

Jubilee: *what alcohol?*

Gillette: *wine would be welcome..*

Ilraen: *alcohol?*

Erik: *GIVE ME BOOZE*

Andras: I'm all about spontaneity. You'll have to lead the way.

Fitz: *oi, my booze*

Jubilee: *since when was it yours?*

Ryan: *...what is alcohol .-.*

Jenni: Sure. ^_^ *takes his hand, happily leads him off*

Ilraen: *ditto, Ryan*

NuevaPaz: (("Masturbaate! Paper faces on parade! Masturbate! Hide your face so the world can never find you!" *snrk* Sorry. X3 ))

Dragonlet: ((...XD!))

Ilraen: *has heard of it, but really doesn't know much other than the fact that it doesn't go with Bleepstuff*

Fitz: *since I will drink it all* *lights a cigarette*

Neshomeh: (( {X D ))

NuevaPaz: ((*mind was infected by a thread about misheard PotO lyrics*))

Erik: *oh god my ears are bleeding*

Jubilee: *why drink it all?* *why not share?*

Erik: *because some things travel through the fourth wall even when it's there*

Andras: *is happily lead off* *probably loses the censor bar at some point*

Fitz: *smokes* *because I get drunker that way!*

Ryan: *at least share it with people who don't know what it is?*

Jubilee: *won't you share with your poor, cute little abandoned friend?* *pitiful*

Jenni: *can probably think of something to do with it*

Gillette: *may be eyeing James a little...curiously maybe* *booze?*

Fitz: *okay fine will share* *but dibs on the jagermeister!*

Ilraen: *Ryan... think we can overcome their defenses with combined innocence and general adorability?*

Norrington: *well I don't want any..but go ahead if you like, Andrew*

Jack Sparrow: *Jack! appears in the doorway!* *dundunduuuun, etc* *did someone mention booze?*

Gillette: >.> *then won't*

Jubilee: *fine, whatever, just let me drink /something/*

Fitz: *yes, hyperchick*

Jubilee: *bite me* *speaking of, where's your boyfriend?*

Fitz: *fuck if I know* *rummages in cabinet*

Lupe: Hey, he's smoking. How come he can smoke and I can't?

Jubilee: *someone's cranky today* Life's unfair. And he's Fitz.

Ilraen: *innocent and curious!* *might as well have a sign on that says "Corrupt Me!"*

Lupe: Eriiiik.

Erik: Whaaat?

Ryan: *does have an innocent air about him as well...and hey has never drunk alcohol before :O*

Lupe: He's smoking.

Erik: *looks* Oh. ... *grr* Put that out, will you?

Jack Sparrow: *oh, fine, no one pay attention to the dramatically handsome pirate* *I mean, come on, helloooooooo?*

Ryan: :O There are things in your hair.

Fitz: *blinks* Why should I?

Norington: *here Jack, take Jack*

Rhianna: *is innocent, yes, but knows about stuff, too*

Jubilee: ...you were smoking a couple days ago in here?

Erik: Because I'm looking for an excuse to hurt someone and I don't like smokers.

Jack Sparrow: *takes Jack* *hullo, Jack* Yes, yes there are. Excellent observationalization skills.

Ryan: *flush* Sorry. Um. They look...interesting. *smile?*

Rhianna: *smoke bad* *stays away from it* *coughs a little anyway*

Fitz: *yeah, well, sticks tongue out* Yeah, well, I got a habit, mate.

Jack Sparrow: *grins* Thank ye, love.

Jenni: *so, are we allowed to talk "off-camera," or what?*

Ryan: ^_^ *more blushy* *:O Jack is holding a kitten :O*

Erik: So do I. It's called homicide.

Jack Sparrow: *beams*

Ryan: Um. Who are you?

Fitz: ...I don't believe you. *doesn't sound sure*

Jubilee: ...oooh. That might be bad idea. With him being him and stuff and everything. *nodnod*

Jack Sparrow: *sweeps a bow* Captain Jack Sparrow! And ye'd be?

Erik: *stands up, marches over there with every intent of sticking a hidden dagger in him when he's right up close*

Ryan: Um. Ryan. Just Ryan. *shy smile*

Andras: *that depends?* *writer is a prude and seems physically incapable of writing certain things*

Jack Sparrow: 'Ello, Ryan. Meet Jack. The cat. He's a Navy cat named after a pirate.

Fitz: *flees!* *hides somewhere* *without the fag* *I want my Doctor*

Eighth Doctor: *appears in the doorway* *reading*

NuevaPaz: ((*must defend self* *not a prude, just modest about said "certain stuff"*))

Ryan: :O Really. *feels this should mean anything but...>>* What's a pirate?

Eighth Doctor: *is magycal or something, typist swears*

Jenni: *okay, can deal with that* *own typist is pretty clueless, anyhow*

Erik: *glare* Smart boy.

Fitz: *DEAR GOD I'M SAVED* *dashes out and glomps* *er..in fear* *and what not* *only manly* *yes*

Jack Sparrow: ...a pirate is an individual as loves everything free, bright, and true! The Navy oppress us. It's very, very tragic, really. *pulls sad face* But I tolerate 'em on account o' their comely commodore bein' so... comely.

Jenni: *still, knows about wings being sensitive, and is pretty darn good with her hands*

Gillette:...*how come he's allowed to glomp but I'd be undignified -_-*

Norrington: *I don't think he had dignity in the first place*

Ryan: :O That sounds um, really eally nice. Why do they oppress you?

Eighth Doctor: *er* *glomped* ...Fitz? Are you alright?

Jubilee: *he doesn't*

Gillette: *ohhh.* *leans against comely commodore, nyeh.* *surely that's dignified.*

Andras: *.........* *no comment*

Fitz: ...D: Save me.

Jenni: *will take that as a compliment* ^_^

Jack Sparrow: ...'cause the pale one's jealous o' me dashin', debonair ways. *that would be Gillette, if anyone's confused*

Norrington: Jack, stop leading innocents astray.

Ryan: Oh. Well um, it sounds like a life to be jealous about. ^_^

Eighth Doctor: What am I saving you from? *puts a bookmark in his book*

Gillette: *is not jealous..*

Norrington: *pats Gillette's shoulder*

Ryan: Um. I'm not that innocent...

Gillete: *hides look of ^_^*

Erik: *isn't actually trying to kill him just at the moment* *did make that silly promise to Nadir and all*

Rhianna: *is watching the pirate with interest* *has developed a fascination with pirates for some odd reason*

Fitz: Erm. Scary people? ...Violent ones? *doesn't know that!* *easily frightened!*

Jack Sparrow: Oh, it is, mate, it is... Simply amazing... Freedom, the sea, and all the plunder ye can grab. *to James* I'm simply tellin' him the facts o' life, love. Just from a different perspective then ye've got, that's all.

Rhianna: *could be the books she's been reading...*

Ryan: Oooh the sea? I've never been to the sea. *except when got sexnapped but that was a lagoon*

Kip: *I'm here, I'm semi-queer, and I am drunk as a skunk* *I can rhyyyyyme* *also I'm apparently mildly psychic*

Jubilee: *mwahahaha, this is fun!*

Norrington: Yes, the one that gets people arrested.

Eighth Doctor: ...where are the scary people?

Jack Sparrow: ...an' whose fault'd that be, then?

Ryan: Um...I don't mind...

Fitz: Er. >> *suddenly I feel like I'm being very childish*

Kip: Hello everyone! :D :D

Eighth Doctor: *no, no, you're not* Just point them out. Or avoid them.

Jubilee: Heya, Kip!

Ilraen: *doesn't know anyone!* ^_^

Fitz: *sulk*

Ryan: *new person omg .__.*

Kip: Are we having a party? :D

Jack Sparrow: The sea's a beautiful bastion of freedom! Ye should visit it at yer first chance. *has been reading a dictionary?*

Andras: *is good at a lot of things, but is not allowed to say what, other than he has like hundreds of years of experience...>.>*

Kip: 'Cos I am already /smashed/.

Ryan: Oooh...:D!

Jubilee: We should be!

Eighth Doctor: *pats Fitz on the shoulder*

Norrington: He's right, though, the sea is very beautiful.

Fitz: *they won't let me smoke*

Ryan: Wish I could see it. *wistful*

Eighth Doctor: *perfectly sensible of them*

Jack Sparrow: I'm sure the Gillette-shaped person over there'd be glad te take ye.

Fitz: D:

Gillette: ...I don't know him.

Rhianna: *has an odd sudden urge to hide, upon seeing Kip, but doesn't move*

Jenni: *this ought to be exciting, then*

Norrington: *the Gillette-shaped thing was napping* *also he's my blanket*

Jack Sparrow: So? The poor lad's never seen the sea! And would ye really trust 'im te a pirate-y scallywag such as meself?

Kip: Hiii, Rhi! Lovely day, innit?

Gillette: *yes being a blanket is very important and argh appealing to sensibilities...><*

Norrington: *sighs* *eyeroll*

Eighth Doctor: *you already knew my opinion of your smoking*

Ryan: Um I I don't mind scallywags...*lip suckage ahhoy*

Fitz: *you're supposed to be on my side* *now help me find the Jaeger*

Rhianna: *startles slightly* ......yes.

Fitz: *...how much do you intend to be drinking?* *helps anyway*

Jack Sparrow: Aye, love, 'm sure ye don't.

Fitz: *..until I am cheerfully spinnin' about, but before I puke*

Ilraen: *just gonna hang around Ryan, 'cos he's nice*

NuevaPaz: ((XD, I ran two lines together and read "you already know my opinion of your sucking."))

Eighth Doctor: *ah, well, be careful*

Blayze: ((well that too. XD))

Dragonlet: ((XD))

Ryan: *aw is all blushy*

Fitz: *yessir*

Erik: *... is standing in the middle of the room* *is suddenly aware of this* *certainly doesn't run away, but gets into the rafters right quick*

Jack Sparrow: *charming grin*

Ryan: *blushyblush* Um would you like an apple? *shy smile?*

Rhianna: *seems to be frozen*

Jack Sparrow: Be happy te have an apple!

Ilraen: They're good. ^_^

Ryan: ^_^! *actually GETS OUT OF HIS TREE Homg to give him an apple*

Norrington: *takes off his hat* *this is his version of relaxing*

Jack Sparrow: *takes the apple, another charming Sparrow grin* Thank ye, love.

Kip: *someone mentioned alcohol?*

Rhianna: *just noticing new people here!* *but still frozen*

Erik: *srsly* *alcohol*

Jubilee: *and lots of it, right?*

Gillette: *reaches to pet onto his shoulder, making sure he's all warm, is important job as a blanket.*

Ryan: ^_^ You're welcome.

Lupe: *I have vodka...*

Erik: *GIVE*

Jack Sparrow: *beams* *munches apple*

Lupe: *geez, pushy* *here*

Rhianna: *alcohol=bad* *but can't stop anyone*

Erik: *I forgive you for at least one hit with the pillow* *gulp*

Ryan: *hopes is a good apple even though all apples seem to be good but not the point...>>*

Norrington: *notes* *coffee makes Gillette snuggly?* *odd..*

Gillette: *...is snuggly because hasn't seen Norrington for a while actually*

Fitz: *has found the Jaeger* *mixes it with coke* *because you don't just drink Jaeger straight*

Jack Sparrow: Delicious! Thank ye 'gain. *tries to come up with ways to harass Gillette, because it's practically his job*

Ryan: :D ^_^ You're welcome.

Eighth Doctor: *returns to reading*

Norrington: *..oh, all right* *pets shoulder* *amused look*

Fitz: *peeks over the Doctor's shoulder*

Gillette: *doesn't want to be harassed by pirate D:* *-_- what, didn't James miss his eltee?*

Maera: *everyone's drinking...* *this has the effect of making her want alchohol* *puts kitty on her shoulder while she goes to get some*

Eighth Doctor: *is reading Little Women*

Ryan: *isn't drinking actually*

Gillette: *isn't either*

Eighth Doctor: *also isn't*

Ilraen: *nor is he—no one's offered him any, which is probably a good thing*

Norrington: *well..yes* *also isn't*

Jubilee: *isn't, but not for lack of begging* *too hyped up on caffeine, really*

Maera: *didn't mean "everyone" literally*

Jack Sparrow: *isn't* *for some strange reason* *...decides to leer at Norrington and Gillette* *because* *leeeeeeer*

Gillette: *what he didn't come in drinking?* *why the leer oh dear Lord why -_-*

Jack Sparrow: *you're draped all over him, which means I'm justified in my leering* *came in search of alcohol*

Norrington: *glaaare*

Gillette: ...*is not draped, is...just leaning on*

Jack Sparrow: *innocent? leer*

Gillette: *...you cannot be innocent*

Jack Sparrow: *can too!*

Gillette: *not believably*

Norrington: *oh stop it*

Jack Sparrow: *pouts* *but it's a leering pout that's trying to be innocent* *because multitasking is the wave of the future*

Gillette: *he started it D:*

Norrington: *both of you stop*

Erik: *this room is full of horrible, horrible fluff* *why why why why...*

Jack Sparrow: *I didn't do anything*

Maera: *good reason to drink*

Gillette: *But is not my fault*

Eighth Doctor: *is probably one of the few males in the known universe allowed to read Little Women in public and not be self conscious*

Erik: *a very good reason* *good chinchilla*

Fitz: *shakes head* *drinks*

NuevaPaz: ((*read "I can do anything."* OMG it's a dissseeeaaassseee! My current obsession has gone critical! D: ))

Lupe: *yeah, yeah, sad fluff pass the vodka*

Neshomeh: (( Bwuh? ))

Ryan: *what is this vodka?*

Eighth Doctor: *cries when Beth dies, too* *every. time.* *but doesn't see what's wrong with that, so :D*

Maera: *chinchilla?* *was that a shot?*

NuevaPaz: ((KP motto: "I can do anything!"))

Erik: *MINE* *only sharing with Lupe because she won't let him have it otherwise* *which MAKES SENSE REALLY >.> *

Jack Sparrow: *beams at James* *but is mostly good*

Neshomeh: (( Ahhh, hehe. ))

Ryan: D: *just wants to know what it is..*

Erik: *also, yes, it was*

Gillette: *yeah you better stay over there you*

Jack Sparrow: *who, me?*

Lupe: *exactly* *now pass it, bitch*

NuevaPaz: ((When you start mistakenly reading stuff as catchphrases from certain characters, you know something is wrong.))

Erik: ... *passes*

Norrington: *rubs temples*

Gillette: *Yeah you with the hair.*

Lupe: *swigs*

Jack Sparrow: *here?* *big step closer* *or here?*

Maera: *okay, just making sure* *seriously, that was ages ago*

Gillette: *proceeds to ignore*

NuevaPaz: ((The same holds true if you can't hear the word "seriously" without thinking of Motor Ed. >.>; Seriously, dude.))

Jack Sparrow: *moves again, really close to them* *or here?*

Erik: *enjoys grudges*

Gillette: *Ignoring*

Maera: *that one had nothing to do with you*

Norrington: Stop antagonizing Gillette, Jack.

Gillette: *isn't antagonized...*

Lupe: *swig*

Erik: *but it makes for good taunting material*

Jack Sparrow: He does it to himself.

Gillette: *grumble* AM not.

Maera: *prefers not to remember it*

Erik: *exACTly*

Maera: *bad enough someone had to go and draw it*

NuevaPaz: (( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/50174836 ))

Dragonlet: ((...EEEeeeheeheee))

Dragonlet: ((*also friends on devart >>))

Erik: *worse, because his typist probably wouldn't have thought of it otherwise*

NuevaPaz: ((^^))

Erik: *anyway, my turn for the vodka again*

Ryan: *but but what is vodka D:*

Jack Sparrow: See? I didn't even instigate that at all. *is innocent!*

Ilraen: *yes, do tell*

Lupe: *say please*

Norrington: *sighs*

Erik: *why?*

Gillette: *You did instigate*

Ryan: ...*please?*

Jack Sparrow: *I did not* *when did I instigate?*

Gillette: *when you stepped closer knowing it would bother me *

Erik: ... *you're going to humor the idiot children?*

Ryan: *wibbles is so cute pleeeaaase tell?*

Ilraen: *is an adult, sort of... * *but curious and unashamed*

Jack Sparrow: *...you instigated that by telling me to stay over there, knowing full well the pirate-like contrariness ingrained in the very marrow of my spirit would force me to do otherwise*

Ryan: *is...well looks 17 but is about 47 but not the point*

Gillette: ....*oh dammit he makes sense.*

Jack Sparrow: *haha!*

Gillette: -_-

Lupe: *'cos I have the voodkaaa* *swig*

Jubilee: *finds beer* *passes it to the innocent types* Drink up!

Gillette: *feels the need to drink heavily now*

Ilraen: ... *they're not talking to us*

Erik: *but... drink?*

Norrington: *go ahead, then*

Ryan: *but this nice person has given us beer! Whatever beer is* What is this?

Lupe: *say pleeeeaaaseee*

Jubilee: Good stuff. Drink up.

Gillette: *hunts for hard licker*

Ilraen: ^_^?

Ryan: ...Um. Thank you. *smile? attempts to open...*

Jack Sparrow: *resists urge to sprawl all over James* *look, is really trying!*

Erik: *but, but...*

Jubilee: ...want some help with that?

Lupe: *say please* :3

Gillette: *comes right back dammit with a bottle of rum that was hiding under the couch*

Ryan: Um please?

Erik: *evil!*

Jubilee: *opens it for him*

Ilraen: Ooh. *funny noise it makes*

Ryan: ^_^ Thank you.

Jack Sparrow: *...rum?*

Norrington: *there will be no draping*

Gillette: *Mine* *and is sitting next to James, no draping *

Lupe: *mmmhm*

Jack Sparrow: *yes, I know, I wasn't, was I?*

Erik: *well, won't do it* *so there*

Gillette: *only drinking slowly and a little bit*

Ryan: *sips* Tates funny :o

NuevaPaz: ((*is short one comedic character and needs a new one until he comes back*))

Ilraen: May I try?

Lupe: *no vodka, then* *drinks*

Ryan: *nods! hands it over*

Fitz: *slamming back shots* *and poking the Doctor* *because he wants attention*

Eighth Doctor: *hm?*

Ilraen: Thank you. ^_^ *sips* *makes a series of funny faces* It... bubbles? *fizz in nose!*

Norrington: *can I have a sip, Andrew?*

NuevaPaz: ((My characters are all unresponsive. D: *pokes them*))

Gillette: *was about to ask if he wanted any* *Smiles, hands it over*

Erik: *horrible, unsympathetic person!*

Ryan: *sneezes*

Norrington: *takes a swig*

Jack Sparrow: *is going to stand here and sulk* *because*

Jenni: *insert suggestive comment regarding Andras and responsiveness*

Gillette: *totallynotsmug*

Ilraen: *offers beer back to Ryan* ^_^?

Lupe: *pretty much*

Jack Sparrow: D:

Ryan: ^_^ *takes it, drinks and sneezes again so bubbly*

Andras: *has no trouble with responsiveness*

Ilraen: *heehee*

Ryan: *heeheee hands it back ^_^*

Ilraen: *this is fun!*

Fitz: *I'm bored* *and drunk* *entertain me*

Ryan: :D

Jubilee: *...is getting innocents drunk* *is so proud*

Ilraen: *probably has all the metabolism of a six-year-old, yeah*

Eighth Doctor: *what do you suggest?*

Ryan: *actually has a pretty good metabolism, dammit*

Jack Sparrow: *sulks pointedly*

Gillette: *can have rum backnow?*

Fitz: *..something entertaining?*

Norrington: *of course*

Gillette: *hurah* *drinks*

Eighth Doctor: *you'd not be interested in a book, then*

Ilraen: *it's probably nigh-impossible to get drunk on half a bottle of beer, though* *is sharing equally like a good friend*

Fitz: *nnnnnnlemmethingaboutitope*

Jubilee: *look, more beer for you guys!*

Ryan: *is just sneezing because bubbles but getting used to it and it's comfortable*

Maera: *beer is disgusting* *prefers wine*

Ryan: Um what is your name? *nice beer providing lady :D*

Eighth Doctor: *sighs* *puts down his book*

Ilraen: *doesn't know any better—new is interesting is good!*

Jubilee: I'm Jubilee.

Ilraen: Hello. ^_^

Ryan: I'm Ryan. ^_^ Thank you for the drink.

Fitz: *puppyface?*

Erik: ... *is totally gonna guilt Jenni about abandoning Ilraen with these people* *yeah* *mwaha*

Eighth Doctor: *...why the puppyface?*

Jubilee: No problem!

Ilraen: How do they put the bubbles in, I wonder?

Jubilee: Dunno. Never figured it out.

Ryan: Maybe they blow in it?

Jubilee: Maybe!

Lupe: *waves vodka tauntingly*

Ilraen: *thinks about it* Hmm.

Ryan :D

Fitz: *because I'm booooored*

Erik: *screw you and your vodka*

Eighth Doctor: *I'm sorry*

Lupe: *aw* *Fine* *guess you don't want the bourbon either*

Fitz: D: D:

Shego: *will stick with the tropical stuff, thanks* *none of the bitter crap*

Eighth Doctor: *digs in pockets* *yoyo?*

Gillette: *another drink and offers back to James*

Erik: *not at such a degrading price*

Jack Sparrow: *watches sadly as they pass the rum back and forth*

Norrington: *drinks* *tauntingly, if such a feat can be managed*

Jack Sparrow: D:

Gillette: *ahahah this time he can't be faulted fo any instigation :P*

Lupe: *what, one 'please'? 'Please pass the vodka, Lupe'?*

Ilraen: *still happily sharing with Ryan* *awww, aren't they cute?*

Ryan: ^_^ *happily drinking*

Jack Sparrow: D: D:

Erik: *... what, you weren't asking me to beg?* *there were distinct overtones of 'let's make Erik grovel'*

Lupe: *nope* *just wants a 'please'**honestly*

Ilraen: *maybe we should share with the sad pirate?*

Ryan: ...*yes, yes we should.* *comes up to Jack and offers him beer? Smile?*

Jack Sparrow: *...sure* *thank you*

Ryan: ^_^

Erik: ...

Lupe: *blinks*

Erik: *see, now it's just too embarrassing*

Ryan: *watching closely? What's embarrassing? :D?*

Lupe: *...you're pathetic*

Erik: *which is why you should take pity on me and just give me the damn bottle*

Lupe: *oh, be polite*

Jack Sparrow: *returns the beer to Ryan* Thank ye, lad.

Ryan: ^_^ You're welcome. *wanders over back to Ilraen*

Blayze: *Ianto and Jack and Ten? :D?*

Erik: *er* *sorry for being an idiot just then?*

Lupe: *..that'll do* *here you go*

Ilraen: *yay*

Ryan: *beer is good ^_^*

Shego: *this place is full of freaks...*

Gillette: *objects*

Kip: *has found more rum!* *possibly passed out on the couch*

Hawkelf: *...yes, Ianto and Jack and Ten* *...and a room full of people*

Jack Sparrow: *is not a freak!*

Jack Harkness: *hellooo people* *pretty people!*

Erik: *thank you* *can be polite, really*

Tenth Doctor: :D *Ten, for the record*

Shego: *you are all freaks*

Jubilee: *I am not a freak!* Jack!

Jack Harkness: Hello, everyone! Hey, Jubilee!

Ilraen: *could become an Andalite again if it'll make you feel better* *probably needs to do that soon anyway*

Ryan: *new peoples?*

Jack Sparrow: Hm? *looks at Jubilee* ...not me, then? *ah well*

Shego: *a what now?*

Jubilee: Where's the boyfriend you promised?

Jack Harkness: We got a little lost. D: ..I met the parents instead.

Jubilee: ...whose parents?

Jack Harkness: Ianto's.

Jubilee: ...oh. That bad? Sorry. At least they're not kablewy? :D?

Jack Harkness: Yeah. Anyway! Hello everyone, I'm Captain Jack. *grins*

Norrington: *oh not another one...*

Jack Sparrow: *big frown* Sorry, love, that name's taken.

Ryan: Oh I know you! :D *snogged a Jack version in the Nexus*

Ilraen: ... Oh. It's nearly been two hours. I need to morph out. *giggle*

Shego: *Oh great, more freaks.*

Gillette: ...*more rum, possibly*

Jack Harkness: But I'm Jack. D: Who are you?

Tenth Doctor: *goes to turn the kitchen into a big mess*

Jack Sparrow: Jack. Captain Jack.

NuevaPaz: ((*points out that Shego has green skin and glowing hands and works for a man with blue skin and black rings around his eyes...hypocrite much?*))

Shego: *smacks author*

Jack Sparrow: *...* Aren't I? *looks at James*

Gillette: Unfortunately. -_-

Jack Sparrow: Ahah! See? I'm Captain Jack!

Norrington: Captain Jack Sparrow, yes.

Jack Sparrow: ...so you admit I'm a captain now?

Jack Harkness: Ah! See, Captain Jack Harkness.

Gillette: Didn't we have this conversation some time ago?

Norrington: It's easier than arguing.

Gillette: Yes, I believe that was what we came to. *smies*

Jack Harkness: Nice to meet you, Captain Sparrow!

Ilraen: Excuse me. I'll be right back. ^_^ *wanders off to morph, 'cos it's not pretty and he fails at morphing with clothes*

Ryan: *wonders where friend Ilraen has gone :O*

Jack Sparrow: Nice to meet you as well, love. Don't suppose ye'd be havin' any rum 'bout yer personage?

Jack Harkness: Nope, sorry.

Gillette: *thankgod*

Jack Harkness: I have some hypervodka, though.

Jack Sparrow: ...what'd hypervodka be, then?

Ilraen: *comes back in a minute or two, but with four legs and four eyes* http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39849797/

Ianto: *oh god, no*

Gillette: *nuu...*

Jack Harkness: *distracted by the big blue alien* Hello there!

Ryan: *ACKFLAIL* :O *...poke?*

Ilraen: Hello.

Ryan: ..you changed. *poke?*

Ianto: *ack*

Shego: *stares* What the...Did one of DNAmy's experiments get loose?

Tenth Doctor: *...peeks from the kitchen* ! :D Hello!

Jack Harkness: *bounces over* Now that's interesting!

Ryan: ....Do you still want some beer? .__.

Ginger: What's interesting where?

Jack Sparrow: *follows to investigate*

Jack Harkness: *examining the Andalite* Oh, you're /gorgeous/! :D :D

Norrington: -_-

Tenth Doctor: Absolutely beautiful! You know that, right?

Ianto: *...is going to get a headache*

Gillette: *wonders where all the crazy people have come from*

Ginger: *wonders as well*

Jack Harkness: *is it all right if I pet?* *pretty alien!*

Norrington: *tell me about it..* *rubs temples*

Jack Sparrow: *pokes the tail blade*

Ryan: *well is poking and hasn't heard any objections..but isn't poking that much as trying not to offend so..*

Ianto: *...is it always like this?*

Gillette: *rum?*

Ginger: Yes. Yes, it is. Is Jenni around?

Lupe: Ran off for sexin'. *gimmie vodka*

Ilraen: *mwee, attention!* *preens*

Ianto: *had better not, in case* *isn't tidying things, no*

Ginger: Ahh.

Andras: *Jenni is very busy, goway*

Ginger: *keeps vodka for herself*

Jenni: *mwah? needed?*

Ryan: o_o *and sort of maybe stroking a little on alien what* Um. :O

Ginger: *has a question!*

Gillette: *so ask?*

Ginger: *well, the person she needs to ask seems to be unpresent, so it will wait*

Gilette: *that would be inconvenient yes*

Jack Sparrow: *again with the poking the tail blade*

Jack Harkness: *is a grabby Jack* *as usual* You're just lovely. Wow. Wow! *grins*

Norrington: *sighs*

Ilraen: *twitches his tail out of reach* Be careful. It is very sharp.

Ryan: *just sort of huddling what is closest thing to friendperson*

Jack Sparrow: ...how sharp?

Gillette: Don't get any ideas, please.

Jubilee: ...want more beer, Ryan?

Jack Sparrow: ...what sort of ideas would I be gettin'?

Ryan: Uhm? Okay? *smile?*

Jubilee: *gives him another beer*

Ryan: *to Ilraen* Um do you still want some...?

Shego: *has no desire to touch the weird alien thing* This is way too moopy... *gah! hates that word! Stupid "Pals"...*

Ginger: *curls up on a couch with her vodka*

Jack Harkness: *bounces over to Ianto* Ianto! :D Isn't he great?

Ilraen: *thinks about it* It may not be good for me. It is a human thing, after all.

Ryan: Um. Okay. *smiles?* You're pretty like this. ^_^ *drinks*

Ianto: Amazing, Jack. Especially the lack of mouth.

Ilraen: ^_^

Shego: *frowns at the voice in her head*

Jenni: ... *how long have we been out, anyway?*

Jack Harkness: *grins* Exactly! *hugs!* *bounces back to Ilraen*

Ginger: Everyone's very ebullient tonight.

Ianto: *...missed something*

Erik: *not everyone*

Jack Sparrow: *...pokes tail blade yet again*

Ginger: Well, enough that it feels like everyone.

Gillette: *has head against James' shoulder*

Ilraen: *worried about that* Please, not my tail.

Andras: *you're relying on me to know this?* *does it matter?*

Jack Sparrow: ...why not?

Norrington: *grins a little* *sleepy, Andrew?* ..Jack, don't poke the large, wicked blade. Please.

Jack Harkness: *huh? ..Oh, him*

Gillette: *doesn't want to watch the two mad Jacks around big bladey thing, is a little worried*

Ilraen: *trying to come up with the words* It's... just... an Andalite's tail is... is... *just don't? please?*

Jack Sparrow: ...but it's /huge/. Imagine having one. Ye could ferget worryin' 'bout a sword all the time, and the scabbard and rust... ye'd just have it RIGHT THERE!

Ginger: Stop intruding on the poor guy's privacy. Seriously.

Ryan: Um please don't he doesn't want you to...D:

Shego: *shudder* Don't say that word. Please.

Jack Sparrow: *backs off* Sorry, mate, didn't mean an intrusion.

Tenth Doctor: Which word? 'Seriously?'

Ginger: It's a very threatening word.

Shego: Yeah. That word. Don't say it.

Ryan: *nervously grips bottle of beer..*

Ginger: Seee-riously.

Tenth Doctor: But why 'seriously.' I mean, think about it seriously, 'seriously' isn't really that dangerous a word. Well, not unless it's put with something else. But even then, saying 'seriously' seems to almost... trivialize even the most seriously meant sentence.

Shego: *growls* Don't test me, alright? Look, it's just that it makes me think of this guy who says it all the time.

Jenni: *kinda matters* *would do this again, though—Mr. Experience must have lots more to show for himself* ^_^

Ginger: Seriously, calm down.

Hawkelf: ((...I need to stop adopting long-winded chars. Seriously. :P))

Jack Harkness: Do your people come to earth often? Like, Greco-Roman times? Maybe you inspired centaurs...amazing...

Shego: GAHH! Would you stop it?!

Tenth Doctor: I didn't realize you took the word so seriously. I apologize. And I mean that very seriously.

Ilraen: No, not really. Not before the Yeerk wars, anyway.

Ryan: Um centaurs are real.... .-.

Jack Sparrow: ...they don't like water, do they?

Shego: Just....rrggghhh....*resists urge to blast someone*

Ilraen: ... *drinks water* *bwuh?*

Ryan: Who doesn't like whater?

Jack Sparrow: *may never leave his boat again*

Jack Sparrow: *shit, we mean shit*

Jack Sparrow: *SHIP*

Ryan: *is so confused!*

Jack Harkness: I've seen 'faeries', but never centaurs, or anything else mythological...Wow!

[Blayze and Hawky went to bed with much ado (and adieu). The rest of us voted to keep going.]

Ginger: *watches her watch*

Andras: *pouts*

Jenni: *zee multiverse, it calls...* *snuggle*

Ryan: *drinks some more beer*

Ginger: *drinks vodka*

Andras: *oh, fine* *there's always later*

Jenni: *theoretically, anyway* *do you want your pants back, or should I get rid of them for you?* ^_~

Shego: *settles down* *drinks some kind of tropical drink*

Ginger: Seriously, where is she?

Heldrad: *snuggles on whomever's snuggleable. got the baby still.*

Ilraen: *snugglable—just watch out for the tail*

Heldrad: *on Ilraen, then. ^_^ And Ilraen gets a feather blanket of Heldrad's wings.*

Shego: Ugh...*okay, just don't say it at the end of every sentence*

Erik: *snarky* Indulging herself. *as though it were wicked*

Ryan: *actually carefully leans against Ilraen*

Ilraen: ^_^

Andras: *should probably have them back* *besides, pants can be sexy sometimes*

Ginger: Yeah, yeah, sex, I got that from the asterisks

Ryan: >.>

Heldrad: *coos*

Erik: ... Yes, we've apparently forsaken the bounds of sanity tonight.

Ginger: Don't we always?

Erik: But more so than usual.

Ginger: Fair enough.

Jenni: *s'pose so* *puts self in order*

Gillette: *a little cranky without James -_-* What Sanity?

Ginger: What little there is around here.

Ilraen: *is noticing the rest of the room not sharing in the happy vibes* *four eyes and all that*

Ginger: *doesn't have happy vibes!* *ever*

Ryan: *has...mild happy vibes*

Andras: *can always find someone with a clothes fetish :D *

Heldrad: *quite happy vibes. as evidenced by the cooing!*

Shego: *happy is a rare state of mind for her*

Ilraen: *met Ginger, too, didn't he...?* *yes—got his human hair color partly from her* Hello.

Ginger: Hello. *wave*

Shego: *would be happy if she was beating up a cheerleader*

Ginger: *would be happy if a set of impossible requirements were met*

Jenni: *be careful—you might find yourself in some weird stuff* *and might have to laugh* *but, going back now?*

Ryan: *leans back against a couch, strange feeling of warmth and faint numbness :O*

Ilraen: *blinks at his new friend* Are you all right? *concern*

Ryan: *nodnod!* Um. I'm just feeling odd. *Sitting is good*

Andras: *Hey, anything goes. I don't mind weird* *alright, I suppose so..*

Jenni: ... *and back!*

Ginger: Finally. How was the sex?

Jenni: ... Guh? *so not expecting that*

Ginger: Sorry. I was reading the words.

Andras: My, how the rumours fly.

Ginger: I have a friend- yes, I have a friend- who wants to, er, set up an appointment for psychology shit.

Jenni: ... Yeah, I shouldn't have been surprised. *right, listening* ... All right. What time would be convenient for your friend?

Ginger: *shrugs* I don't know, I'll have to ask her. Whenever's good for you will probably work, she's terribly accomodating.

Jenni: It depends on the day, really, but if she can track me down I'll do my best to be available.

Ginger: Right. I'll just drag her over one of these days.

Andras: *appears to find something amusing*

Jenni: *nod* All right. Good.

Ginger: *drinks*

Erik: *yeah... 'cos no one's heard the "my friend" schtick before...*

Heldrad: *eyes — Ginger, wasn't it? — ...Jenni's been staying in his castle.*

Andras: *is refraining from saying anything*

Ginger: Erik, I go to appointments with PPC psych regularly. I don't need to set one up for a 'friend'.

Jenni: *eyes Erik briefly* *not putting up with him*

Heldrad: *burdysong. look, Erik! alien music!*

Ryan: *music where*

Heldrad: *sings like a bird.*

Shego: *is eyeing the man with wings that just came in*

Ilraen: *ooh!*

Shego: *while pretending not to*

Ryan: *ooh...*

Erik: *Not Happy*

Heldrad: *that just came in? He's been cuddling around on the pillows with a new baby girl in his arms in a lil blanket.*

Andras: *no, the other guy with wings*

Heldrad: *but... Erik! Birdsong!* *oh, yeah. fun, when noting an unusual trait labels about like, half the room's occupants, huh?*

Andras: *pulls out some loose feathers* ....Sometimes I wonder how my wings don't end up bald.

Ginger: Plot device.

Ryan: Do they grow back?

Andras: Especially this time of year.

Ryan: The feathers?

Ginger: Like I said.

Jenni: Honestly. It's a bit awkward, isn't it? *should know...*

Andras: Yeah, but I end up losing so many sometimes.

Ginger: Like I said. Plot device.

Heldrad: Method of filling pillows. ^_^

Ryan: Pillows?

Andras: Certain things just increase it...>.>

Ilraen: Humans cushion their heads on pillows when they lie down to sleep at night.

Ryan: I know. *nods frown* But um...filling pillows?

Andras: There's a voice in my head...

Ginger: It's that guy. *points at Ilraen*

Jenni: *grin* Oh, that's Ilraen. *nodnod* You'll note that he doesn't have a mouth. His species communicates telepathically.

Heldrad: I made my nest out of them. ^_^

Andras: *can't see the pointing..* That must be hard to eat.

Ryan: Ohh. It looks comfy.

Ilraen: *yep* Well, they have to be filled with something, or they wouldn't be soft.

Heldrad: *coos... offers Ryan one of the pillows* ^_^

Ryan: ...:O for me?

Heldrad: *nodnod*

Ryan: ^_^ Thank you!

Jenni: *sigh* *gives Andras a mental picture, 'cos it's easiest* *accompanied by "this is Jenni speaking" tags*

Andras: *okay, that is really weird o-o;* *the mental picture thing, that is...the Andalite is just interesting* Hmmm...

Jenni: *goes over to check on Heldrad and Abigail*

Andras: I'd hate to not have a mouth. It'd make it hard to do some things...

Jenni: Oh, I'm sure there are compensations.

Heldrad *cooing still, cuddled on Ilraen... more lil burdysong at Erik and the baby*

Andras: Not quite the same, though.

Ginger: I like drinking better than telepathy. *drinks*

Ilraen: *happy and clueless* ^^

Ryan: Um drinking what?

Ginger: Vodka.

Ryan: What is Vodka?

Erik: *... feels much put-upon, really* *feathered people are all evil*

Ginger: Alcohol. Lovely alcohol.

Ryan:...Oh.

Andras: *thinks of other things related to drinking* *mind is totally in the gutter now...well, moreso than usual* *evil is good*

Erik: *yes, that is the standard line* *usually put more subtly, but still*

Heldrad: *evil? what put upon?*

Ginger: *smiles, drinks* I'd offer you some, but you don't look old enough to be thinking about alcohol.

Ryan: Um I'm 47...

Ilraen: We tried "beer" earlier. That was fun. ^ ^

Ginger: Well, still.

Jenni: *hgwah?* Who let you have beer?

Ryan: I'm um, I'm okay with beer. :D Jubilee. ^_^

Jenni: *facepalm* Who let HER have beer?

Ginger: There's no lock on the bar.

Jenni: Gah.

Erik: *doesn't even have to say anything, really, does he?*

Ryan: Um I didn't see her drink any...*which is not to say she didn't, just didn't happen to see it*

Andras: *tries to remember who this Jubilee is* *not so good with names* Nothing wrong with a little beer now and then. Better to give it to someone else, though.

Erik: ... Such as the innocent, curious young minds in the room? *yeah, rubbing it in anyway*

Andras: What better way to learn about something than to experience it?

Erik: Well, certainly.

Ryan: I'm not that innocent or young...*shifts, slightly annoyd look on his face*

Andras: Although that's not really what I was talking about, but whatever.

Erik: *to Ryan* You're younger than I am, and it's difficult to be less innocent.

Jenni: *a trifle loud* Well, at least it seems nothing bad happened.

Ryan: >>

Jenni: *someone can reassure me now, plzkthnx*

Ryan: Um. *is sitting down but otherwise fine*

Ginger: I didn't have to throw pointies at anyone

Jenni: *ohgods, an 'um'* Hm? *to Ginger* That's good.

Maera: *wasn't paying attention, sorry*

Ginger: Apparently

Rhianna: *oh, right, must have become unfrozen at some point*

Erik: I did nearly dispatch someone who decided it was all right to smoke in here, come to think of it. He ran away.

Shego: *doesn't really care, is being seperate from everyone*

Ginger: *is reasonably amiable tonight. hurray!*

Andras: What, no fights?

Jenni: *snippy* It's so good to know that someone is looking after the health of everyone's lungs.

Ginger: I guess we're just boring.

Ilraen: *blink* Why should we fight?

Andras: I'd say I would have been disappointed if I'd missed a fight, but in this case maybe not.

Ginger: *shrugs*

Andras: Well, fights happen fairly frequently here, or at least the verbal sort does. And it's usually entertaining. At least, to me it is.

Ginger: Usually. Apparently everyone smoked pot or something.

Ryan: *fighting bad D: curls up a little*

Ilraen: *pats Ryan with one of his spindly, many-fingered hands*

Ryan: ...*pretty hand :o* *inspects hand*

Ilraen: ... *it's got seven fingers* ^ ^

Ryan: *ohmg seven!* Your hand is interesting.

Andras: *intrigued by the idea of a hand with seven fingers*

Ilraen: Um. Thank you. Human hands are much stronger, but they are clumsier, too.

Ryan: Um, you can do more with seven fingers?

Andras: *snickers for some reason*

Ilraen: Some things.

Ginger: *raises an eyebrow*

Ryan: ...*Flush ohh dirty mind >>*

Andras: *snnrrkk*

Jenni: *looks around* ... *facepalm*

Heldrad: *staring at the odd hands too, glances back at his own three-fingered, talon-ended ones. huh. trouble enough trying to imagine using -five-...*

Ilraen: *politely confused*

Erik: *will get a damn fire hose if he needs to...*

Heldrad: *no! No water!! o_o;*

Andras: *wants seven fingers*

Ryan: Um what kind of things?

Heldrad: *piano-playing?*

Ginger: *sex?*

Ryan: *-_-*

Ilraen: *lists various arts, crafts, and skills that require seven fingers, none of which include sex*

Ryan: Oh! Interesting. :D

Andras: *is becoming bored* *sits down somewhere*

Ilraen: Of course, I have not had a chance to try them. I am quite busy with my job here. ... At the moment, though, I thought it would be best to let Agent Supernumerary alone a while.

Ryan: Oh? Who is this agent?

Jenni: Hm? What's up with Nume?

Ginger: *frown* Something's up with Nume?

Ilraen: He is my partner. We work together fixing implausible crossovers. ... He's in a mood. A "funk," perhaps?

Ryan: Ohh. Those moods are never fun. *shakes his head*

Ginger: Obviously he needs a party and fun. Neither of which will be found here.

Heldrad: *hey!*

Jenni: Ah, right. ... I was going to say the man needs sleep, but that, too.

Heldrad: ...he needs a massage.

Andras: *starts picking out feathers*

Ryan: It's not fun here? D:?

Ginger: *shrugs*

Heldrad: *sits up a lil more, baby in his lap, and starts giving Ilraen one, over his shoulders and back* Like this. ^_^ *coos*

Ginger: So I'm thinking of threatening the Flowers into giving me retirement pay and quitting. *^_^*

Ilraen: *blinketyblink*

Andras: Sometimes. Guess it depends on your definition of "fun".

Jenni: Hm? ... They do pensions?

Ginger: Guess we'll find out.

Jenni: Where will you go?

Ginger: Alec's Inn.

Jenni: As in Alec Troven, or a different one? *wouldn't be surprised if he had an inn somewhere, though*

Ginger: Alec Troven. He runs the Passages Inn. One of those where they always have just one room left for you.

Heldrad: *already forgotten for the moment why he's doing this... but he's doing it. he'll probably put Ilraen to sleep, huh.*

Jenni: *smile* That sounds nice.

Ginger: Yeah. I'll sell art or something. Or just hang out and try to seduce him. *entirely straight-faced!*

Ilraen: *... is nice* *new!* *and nice* ^ ^

Jenni: *snerk* Verra would probably kill you.

Heldrad: *it's one thing that strong, 3-fingered hands are good at!*

Ginger: ...she can't. Haven't you heard?

Andras: *....wants a massage* *but only if it leads to other things*

Jenni: ... Apparently not.

Ryan: *is good at massagings*

Ginger: Verra and the kids were killed by one of Alec's enemies.

Heldrad: *has had several thousand years of practice. but he's oblivious.*

Jenni: *abruptly sits down*

Ginger: A while ago now. *rubs her forehead*

Ryan: *and other things but what dead family this is a sad thing*

Jenni: ... *very sad*

Heldrad: *peeks over... no kidding. :(*

Ginger: Yeah. I know.

Andras: .........*feeling awkward now*

Ilraen: *wha?*

Erik: *oh, hell... this is worse than fluff*

Dragonlet: ((Ackflail falling asleep))

Neshomeh: (( Rar. ))

Nightsail: ((*hugs*))

Dragonlet: ((Late and tired .___. *hugs and...passes out*))

Neshomeh: (( Aww. Goodnight. ))

Ginger: I didn't know until a couple of months ago, when I stopped by the Inn. Apparently this guy Jono killed everyone there.

Jenni: Shards. *is sort of going between a memory of a little kid putting colored handprints everywhere and the fact that Verra is—was—a frickin' dragon for crying out loud*

Ginger: I guess that Jono was- is- I don't know, he's somewhere in between that now- some proper word, the equivalent of Alec. Embodiment of Chaos.

Jenni: *sniff* And how's Alec now?

Ginger: He's all right. It was... god, months ago. He's moving on all right, I think. Either that or he's suppressing everything. But he's not angsting.

Jenni: Well, you can send him my way, too, if it comes up. I'll have to stop by, though. -Shards.-

Ginger: Well, it usually doesn't. Except in incredibly awkward moments when we're not-flirting.

Heldrad: *quiet, curls up more with the baby on his lap... still massaging Ilraen, though. gone on down to the part of his back between his sets of legs.*

Jenni: *nod nod*

Ginger: *shrugs* I really think he's doing all right. He has a boyfriend, who helped him through it and everything.

Andras: .....moving on to something more cheerful would be nice.

Ilraen: *probably resting with his legs folded under him, then* *not the most comfortable position, but for this sort of thing, easier*

Heldrad: *well, on the pillow nest on the couch or something?*

Ginger: Right. Booze and whores. *drinks*

Heldrad: *let's see Ilraen manage to walk after this massage is over with, though. -that'll- be fun to watch. >:-D*

Jenni: That's good. *scrubs her face* Definitely will visit, though.

Ginger: *nods*

Ilraen: *bwah?* *y'know, this isn't really something Andalites probably do except in cases of physical therapy, due to their weak hands... not entirely sure that would be a good thing*

Heldrad: *er... that what'd be a good thing, him trying to walk? XD*

Erik: ... *drops the curtain rod he stole from some room in the castle*

Heldrad: *looks up at hearing it hit the floor... wassat? 0_o;*

Ilraen: *not being able to walk, that wouldn't be nice* *and, OMG loud noise startled!* O.o

Andras: *almost jumps at the sudden noise*

Jenni: (O.O)

Ginger: *twitch* The hell?

Andras: *sensitive hearing not always a good thing*

Jenni: *and it's a curtain rod that obviously "fell"* *SIGH* Dammit, Erik...

Ginger: We have curtains up there?

Heldrad: *eyeing it* ...hey... isn't that....?

Ilraen: *definitely about halfway across the room and ready to use his tail... only not any more, because there's nothing threatening*

Andras: *slightly confused*

Jenni: Hm? *looks at it* ... *to Heldrad* Well, you did practically invite him...

Heldrad: *folds his arms* ...reading all he wants in the library is one thing. Vandalism's another. *eyes the ceiling*

Erik: *shadowy presence-like*

Andras: We're talking about what here? What fell?

Ginger: A curtain rod.

Jenni: From Heldrad's place.

Heldrad: *gives Erik a few notes — sounds pretty! ...but in his language, it's actually more of a sarcastically polite "F U". XD*

Andras: ....why the hell would anyone steal a curtain rod?

Ginger: That's a good question.

Jenni: I expect it came loose in his hand. -_-

Ginger: Yes, but wouldn't it be a little bulky?

Erik: *was going to put it back once someone noticed, actually*

Heldrad: *and still singing it, too. he suspects Erik's secretly enjoying hearing it, which makes it all the more fun for -him-.*

Andras: What would someone be doing with a curtain rod for it to come loose in their hand?

Ginger: ...I had several mental images. And none of them do I ever wish to have again. *drinks*

Jenni: What, I know? ... and I was trying to not have mental images... >.<

Andras: *snorts* The stuff I was thinking of would have required it to have been already loose in the first place. Or, it would be easier, at least.

Ginger: Mmm. I'm sure it's possible without it being loose already.

Andras: It would be kinda difficult, though.

Ginger: And painful.

Jenni: ... *snerk*

Ginger: *drinks heavily*

Andras: There are certainly better things to use.

Ginger: Oh, definitely.

Erik: *why in God's name is everything a sexual metaphor?*

Ginger: Because God hates humanity.

Andras: *well, for one thing, it's hard not to have dirty thoughts about something with the word "rod" in it*

Erik: *doesn't have that problem, thank you* *not that he'd admit, anyway*

Andras: *also, some people can make anything dirty*

Jenni: ... *koff*

Ginger: *just exudes innocence*

Andras: *is a natural at appearing convincingly innocent, being an angel and all* *just doesn't choose to do it*

Jenni: *watches the sar-plasm condense in a radius around Ginger...*

Ginger: *pokes at the sar-plasm, whatever that is*

Andras: The world would be boring without dirty minds.

Jenni: *sar-plasm accumulates in areas of highly-concentrated sarcasm*

Ginger: I'm amazed I don't constantly swim in this stuff.

Heldrad: *in some senses, he -is- innocent. due to obliviousness and inexperience.*

Jenni: Some PPC Boarder invented it recently.

Ginger: Ah, that would explain our unknowledge.

Jenni: Tungsten_Monk, I think. And, yeah.

Ginger: *shrugs*

Jenni: *feels the need to be nice to someone who'll appreciate it* *goes and hugs Heldrad*

Andras: *isn't unappreciative of niceness* *not so sure about hugs, though...*

Jenni: *yeah, exactly*

Ginger: *isn't unappreciative of niceness, just doesn't show it. And is unappreciative of hugs*

Heldrad: *hugs back*

Andras: And we're back to boringness.

Ilraen: *has disappeared, apparently*

Ginger: Hurray. I could throw things at you.

Heldrad: *peeks around for Ilraen* ....?

Ilraen: *probably went to make sure Nume's okay*

Andras: Hmm...last time I ended up with a knife in my wing. Not fun. I'd hate to hit a tendon or something and then not be able to fly for a while.

Ginger: Pansy.

Heldrad: *objects to knife-throwing on the grounds of he's got a BABY in his arms, kthx.*

Ginger: *wouldn't hit the baby!*

Erik: *from the shadows* It isn't as though you're any good at it as-is. The knife might be an improvement.

Ginger: Knives are always an improvement

Abigail: *ittybitty lil cutie. currently sleeping. looks almost just like Heldrad, but female.*

Ginger: *trying to ignore the ittybitty lil cutie for the sake of her equilibrium*

Abigail: *only a few days old, too!*

Ginger: *awwww*

Jenni: *sort of afraid to get on that subject with Ginger, though is aware of it*

Ginger: *drinkity* *could probably use the talking-about-itness*

Andras: The only reason I have problems flying sometimes is I still haven't gotten quite used to doing it with just two wings. Especially since they're smaller and weaker than the pair I lost.

Ginger: What is it with angels and losing their wings? Are they like keys? Do you misplace them or what?

Jenni: *snerk*

Ginger: 'Oops, I must have left them in my other shirt.' Seriously.

Heldrad: *eyes the other feathered one* .... *pulls his own wings tightly to himself* Well, in -my- clan, there's been a case of them being ripped right off of someone's -back-, by brute force... 0_<

Andras: They were forcibly removed. I have the scars to prove it.

Ginger: *siiiiigh* Is there a support group for you guys?

Andras: ...not ripped off exactly, though...eek.

Ginger: I swear I know more of you who've had theirs forcibly removed.

Jenni: *to Heldrad* The one I can think of was a pretty isolated incident, though...

Heldrad: *looks back at Jenni* We mean the same one, don't we?

Jenni: I think so. Miraculous though that may be.

Heldrad: *itty nod* ....well, who -else- in my clan, really? *funny look... he's glad there hasn't been more, but still... OWCH.*

Andras: I haven't known anyone else that's happened to...Anyway, it kinda came with the banishment deal.

Jenni: Exactly.

Ginger: *sporfles* Yes, I hear it normally does.

Andras: Which wasn't my fault...

Ginger: Of course not.

Jenni: *eyebrow at the sporfle*

Ginger: Sorry, I live in a head with someone who went through wing-ripping-off and banishment.

Jenni: Ah.

Heldrad: *quiet nod* ....it seems to be a common theme. *pause* Wait, who're -you- thinking of?

Andras: ....it's difficult to explain, without telling the whole, long story. Anyway, I'm not really technically an angel...not the mystical, spiritual sort, immortal sort, anyway.

Ginger: Ahh. Still. *glances upwards* You'd think they'd get some originality at some point.

Andras: But it's just as well, because I'm much happier this way.

Ginger: So is he.

Heldrad: *eyes Ginger... who's she talking about?*

Ginger: *Orion, who doesn't Lounge* *although she's considering dragging him in for the lulz*

Jenni: *not who we're talking about, probably*

Ginger: *as said, she lives in a head with him*

Heldrad: *Orion lost his wings?*

Ginger: *at one point, yes*

Heldrad: *poor kid.*

Ginger: *well, he got them back and now they're sparklier than before*

Joshua: *hm. should he come in? for the hel— er, hallibut?*

Ginger: *drags Orion in*

Orion: Ackpthfl

Andras: The main thing is I lost some powers, too, which kinda sucks.

Jenni: *blink*

Orion: *o.o* What am I doing here and where is here?

Jenni: Er. Here is the Lounge. You've been dragged through the narrative.

Orion: Oh. *scuttles away from Ginger and ends up near the least-threatening person*

Heldrad: *who, him?*

Orion: *probably, yes*

Andras: *isn't about to get his wings back at any point, no matter what*

Jenni: *is still right up against Heldrad, for the record*

Heldrad: *well, he looks weird, but he's all feathery and cuddling a baby.*

Orion: *ends up right next to Jenni* Hi, I'm Orion. And now I'm wondering how to get out of here.

Jenni: *nods* That's usually the first question. There are the Doors, but they're really unreliable. Especially when plot devices are in play.

Orion: Bugger.

Ginger: *eyeroll, drinks*

Jenni: It really is.

Orion: *shuts up and watches*

Heldrad: It's all right.... *puts a big wing around the kid*

Jenni: Er. Anyway, I'm Jenni, this is Heldrad and Abigail, Ginger's over there, Andras is the blind guy, and Erik is up there somewhere. Hi.

Orion: Nice to meet everyone.

Andras: Nice. I'm the "blind guy."

Ginger: What, did you magically regain your sight?

Jenni: Well, I can't say "the guy with wings," can I? Your other defining features are either less noticeable or... well. *grin*

Heldrad: *eyes the baby, who's peeking awake with a little squeak, and gently makes her wave hi to Orion*

Orion: Ooh. Cute!

Andras: How about "the hottest guy in the room"? *grins*

Jenni: *baby!* ^_^

Orion: I would know what you meant if you said hottest guy in the room. *nods, peers over Jenni to see baby*

Heldrad: *luvs the baby. luvs her very muchly.*

Ginger: *squeaky. adorable. baby* *considers leaving*

Andras: Hrmph...

Heldrad: *offers to let Ginger see the baby* ^_^

Ginger: Uh. No, thanks, that's fine. *deer-in-headlights look*

Heldrad: *butbut... cute baby!*

Andras: *can think of other defining features...has wings on his head, and super-long silvery-white hair*

Ginger: No, really, um, I should... um, *shakes her head* *drinks*

Jenni: ... *yeah, not sure how to bring this up, but wanders over to Ginger*

Ginger: *Does Not Look at Heldrad*

Andras: *pretends not to be interested in any babies that might be in the room*

Jenni: ... Er.

Orion: *steals Jenni's spot to do some baby investigation*

Ginger: Er? *raises an eyebrow, tries to look nonchalant*

NuevaPaz: ((Guh...I really should get to bed.))

Jenni: Er. *earnest*

NuevaPaz: ((So I can actually get some sleep))

Ginger: Is there something wrong?

NuevaPaz: ((Goodnight.))

Nightsail: ((*waves*))

Oracle: ((*hugs*))

Neshomeh: (( G'night. ))

Heldrad: *letting Orion see the baby* ^_^ *all coos, hugs Orion with one of his wings too*

Jenni: Yes, I think so.

Ginger: *suspicious look* With me? No.

Jenni: But still wrong.

Orion: *touches the baby's cheek, all careful, and curls into the wing. mm, fluffy*

Ginger: *shrugs, drinks* Whatever.

Jenni: *puts her hand over the glass/bottle/whatever* *'whatever' that, why dontcha*

Heldrad: *grins, baby yawns, going back to sleep... she dun seem to mind it*

Ginger: You're touching my flask and in my personal space. That might fall under 'suicide'.

Orion: Sooo cute. What's her name?

Heldrad: Abigail... *quiet, cooing* ...and despite my brothers' protests, she's actually mine... *not like he isn't sharing the luvs, but... ;)*

ElJenn: Jenni: Yeah, I thought of that. Clearly I decided it was important enough to take the risk.

Orion: Abigail's such a pretty name.

Ginger: All right. Fair enough. *is as tense as a bowstring, obviously trying not to twitch towards one of her knives*

Heldrad: *can't quit the cooing* ...her mother must've been -very- pretty....

Orion: Uh-huh.

Jenni: I back off, you talk?

Heldrad: *a lil quieter* I just wish I could remember her...

Ginger: *shrugs* Sure.

Jenni: *nod* *removes hand, sits back*

Orion: *nods, pets Heldrad's wing* *it's there!*

Ginger: What am I supposed to talk about?

Jenni: Henna. *so there it is*

Heldrad: *coos louder. likes pets!*

Ginger: ...don't really have anything to say about her.

Orion: *pets more!* I like your wings.

Heldrad: *starting to get distracted by the pets already* ....um.... thanks.... ^_^ *sits down on the couch before he ends up falling down*

Orion: *^_^* *keeps petting*

Jenni: The last I heard, she was with your sister, I think. I've been out of the loop. You could update me.

Ginger: Yes. Pythia's taking care of her, I don't know where she is.

Jenni: I know you're not happy about that.

Ginger: *shrugs, tightly* It's better for her.

Heldrad: *hugs the baby a lil more... he's all but set her down on his lap now, eyes half closed* *COO!*

Orion: *scritches and pets*

Jenni: Even if you quit here?

Ginger: *shrugs again* I think I proved that sustained responsibility is a bit of an issue for me.

Heldrad: *if Orion isn't careful, he'll put the guy to sleep like this!* *but he loves it.*

Orion: *hums and pets*

Jenni: Gwen comes to mind... *bird is a -flake-* ... but remind me how that's so.

Ginger: Drinking too much... not a good example, ended up... just... *shakes her head* I want her to have a good maternal figure to look up to. And there's no way in hell that that's me.

Jenni: Ended up... what? *knew the rest, not sure about this bit*

Ginger: *shrugs* Pretty much... not there, a lot of the time.

Jenni: *nod* Well, it's not too late.

Ginger: Like Pythia'd let me have her back. I don't even know where they are.

Heldrad: *starts to nod off, but ends up waking up again quickly when he starts to lean forward, and blinks, peeking up at Orion* ....you're -good-. 0_x

Orion: *^_^* It's experience. I know what I like.

Heldrad: *slow grin... scoots aside on the couch, and uses a wing to pull the kid down onto his lap, putting the baby in the boy's lap... there. ^_^* *starts preening on him*

Jenni: *gets an odd expression, sort of fierce and determined* I don't talk about this because it's an alternate timeline and it's not even close to being concluded... but... that didn't stop me from trying.

Orion: *^_^* *happy!*

Ginger: *raises an eyebrow, curious but wouldn't say it*

Jenni: I'm just saying it's not too late unless someone dies on the way, and that hasn't happened yet.

Ginger: *shrugs* I don't know. I feel like it might be better for her to stay with Pythia. I mean, the woman was stable enough to be Legolas's caseworker. I have mandatory appointments with the psych ward so I don't snap and kill anyone. My... stuff... isn't going to go away just because I quit.

Jenni: You should still be able to see her, whatever you have to do to feel safe. I don't think you can find a better motivation, if you let that be your goal.

Ginger: I'm trying to cut back... again... but I don't know.

Jenni: That's what I mean. You do know, but you keep second-guessing yourself and backing down. You do know.

Heldrad: *going to put him to sleep there too?*

Ginger: *shrugs, stares at her flask*

Orion: *probably not, but is trying not too squirm too much*

Jenni: *lets her think about that for a bit*

Ginger: I definitely don't want to raise her here. I don't want her to feel like she has to be an agent. But... if things work out with A- with living with Alec, I could see raising her at the Inn.

Jenni: Sure. I know Alec would help you. He's a good man. *well, a good whatever-he-is*

Ginger: In his way. *laughs*

Jenni: *grin* That goes for lots of people. Including you.

Ginger: *eyeroll, mild glare* I'm not sure I fit any dictionary's definition of good.

Jenni: I never set much stock by dictionary-defined values.

Ginger: I don't think I should be anywhere near anyone's idea of good, either.

Jenni: You care about someone other than yourself. That's enough for me.

Ginger: Iii care about lots of people. That doesn't make me good. It just makes me less selfish.

Jenni: *shrug* I think that's a good place to start.

Ginger: *shrugs* Okay. Everyone's entitled to their opinion.

Jenni: I'm right a lot, you know.

Ginger: Yeah, so am I. Funny how things work out.

Jenni: Isn't it?

Ginger: Yep.

Jenni: *smile*

Ginger: *twisted expression that might be a smile in an alternate universe*

Heldrad: *still preening out Orion.*

Orion: *is quivering slightly, trying to distract himself with babyness. possibly likes being preened waaay too much?*

Heldrad: *no such thing!*

Jenni: *turns attention to the winged guys* *heh*

Orion: *pupils dilated, breathing hard*

Heldrad: *peeks over at Jenni. she gonna join the preening session too?* *er... wait, liking this how, exactly? 0_o*

Orion: *can't help it! it's hardwired into him*

Jenni: *eyebrow* Heldrad... better cool it. ^_^;

Heldrad: *still cooing* ...huh?

Orion: He doesn't haaave to...

Heldrad: *lost*

Orion: *slides off his lap and the wings disappear though* >.>

Heldrad: *blinks... hey, where'd that go? 0_o;* *peeks down at Orion, who'd now be... on a pillow or three, on the floor, baby in his lap?*

Jenni: *sort of amused, poor-silly-bird facepalm action*

Orion: Do you, um, want your baby back? I mean, obviously, but right now? I don't mind holding her...

Heldrad: ....um..... *still totally lost as to what just happened here.*

Orion: *is blushing, yes he is*

Jenni: *wonders if it could be considered a social service to educate him*

Heldrad: ...? *looks over at Jenni for an explanation... apparently so.*

Orion: *would possibly die* *of embarrassment*

Jenni: *well, not in public, obviously* *is imagining a very long talk with pictures and possibly demonstrations*

Orion: *very bright red, hoping nothing gets explained please* Sorry.

Heldrad: *still totally lost* ....for what? *eyeing the kid's back... no more wings? ;_;*

Orion: Ummmmmmmm

Jenni: Don't be sorry.

Orion: My, um, wings, they're really sensitive... I get, um... *shuts up, offers the baby*

Heldrad: *takes the baby... still lost, tho.*

ElJenn: Jenni: It's all right, really. No harm done, I think. *er, right?*

Orion: I don't think so...

Jenni: Right, then.

Heldrad: Oh. ....so... where'd they go? *still trying to figure that one out* ....I didn't hurt them any, right?

Ginger: *snickering*

Orion: Oh. Um. I make them go away when I'm not using them...

Heldrad: Oh. *odd look* ....you could've just told me to stop.... 0_o

Jenni: *glance at Ginger* *dun laugh at my burd, even if it is hillarious ^_^;; *

Orion: Umm... I was distracted by liking it.

Heldrad: *ahaha, Jenni used "burd" too. XD*

Ginger: I was laughing at the angel. Not the burd.

Heldrad: *what, he's not an angel too? XD* *has a mun that finds this altogether too amusing*

Jenni: *whaaat, everyone else does*

Orion: *has been an angel for more than three hundred years now. :D*

Jenni: *well, of course Heldrad's an angel, but not that kind. ^_^ *

Erik: *me, too—not saying much, though, is it? {= P *

Heldrad: *well, he isn't exactly a live human, either. He already died! :D*

Orion: *yay for dying*

Heldrad: *which is a sad story that he himself dun know.*

Orion: *clearly remembers dying and wishes he didn't*

Heldrad: *but would explain the baby....*

Jenni: *has... let her body die?* *sort of a different animal for her*

Ginger: *good god, how does she always manage to be the normal one?*

Heldrad: *and how's that possible?* *Ginger? The normal one? Ahahahaha....coughcough... sorry. XD*

Ginger: *hey, hasn't died! yet!*

Jenni: *'cos she put it together herself and doesn't mind not having it* *or, well, often lets the universe in question build to her template, 'cos that's easier, but it's much of a muchness when it comes to dying*

Heldrad: *well, if that's all that qualifies someone as normal.... hm. well, she's more ordinary than HE is. giant blue birdy-drowish-vampire person. hm.*

Ginger: *is a tightly-wound, scarred-up, psychotic assassin. who is also entirely human, no magical powers, unresurrected... very normal! really!*

Erik: *if that's normal, so is he*

Ginger: *hurray*

Erik: *yes. >.> *

Heldrad: *ahahaha... yeah, someone's mun is amused.*

Ginger: *so is someone else's*

Jenni: *yup* *there was an amusing conversation happening, too. where did it go?*

Orion: *'casually' makes his way over to a different chair* Soo... umm...

Heldrad: If you liked it, why did you put them away, then? *still lost*

Orion: *blush!* Ahh... things... umm... were going to get... difficult.

Heldrad: But I'd almost gotten all of them... 0_o *missed it again.*

Orion: Yes. Yes you had.

Heldrad: .....so.... ....? *waiting for an explanation to make this make sense, apparently.*

Orion: *blinks at Jenni*

Jenni: *not amused* *seriously* Heldrad... let's talk later, okay? ^_^;

Orion: *would explain now, but is all blushy and nervous*

Heldrad: .....oookaaay....? *solost. ._.*

Orion: I wish I could get out of here so I could go find my boyfriend. *o.o*

Jenni: *poor Orion!*

Heldrad: Which one? *peeks back at him. in his head, boyfriend = boy + friend.*

Orion: Umm... the only one I've got? His name is Eric. *starry eyes*

Jenni: *dies* {X D

Ginger: *groan, facepalm*

Erik: *WTF?!*

Heldrad: *peeks at the ceiling, PAST lost now* ...you're friends with him and neither of you told me? 0_o

Ginger: She needs to write him into fanfic so I can kill him.

ElJenn: Jenni: *snickerfit*

Orion: ...huh?

Erik: IT'S NOT FUNNY!

Orion: What? *looks up* ...*confused*

Jenni: It... he... Erik. {X D

Orion: Oh. My Eric is not here. If my Eric were here, we'd probably be having... well, there'd be... um.

Jenni: No. *falling about laughing*

Ginger: *beating her head against the couch*

Erik: *growl* Oh, shut up!

Heldrad: ...... *chirp?* 0_o?

Ginger: I swear I'm going to put a knife in his eye for all the good that would do.

Jenni: Bwuh? ^_^;

Ginger: Annoying sparkly Stu... *fingers flex*

Orion: *blushes, hides from Ginger*

Jenni: Oh. Really? *trying really hard not to lose it again, imagining a sparkly 'Stu Erik*

Ginger: *loses patience, throws a knife at Orion*

Heldrad: *lil alarmed sound, seeing sharp things flying here* o_o;

Orion: Ow. *mildly, pokes at it sticking out of his arm*

Jenni: *blink* ... You meant -him,- then?

Ginger: I don't even know his Eric.

Jenni: Ah. *looks at Orion* I suspect you're going to recover from that without help, yes?

Heldrad: *eyeing Ginger oddly* And what do you have against -him-? *means Orion*

Orion: I'm fine. *^_^*

Ginger: He's a Stu.

Jenni: That's good. ^_^;

Heldrad: And you're sure of this how?

Ginger: He sparkles and angsts and oozes power everywhere and he makes me want to strangle him. It's a good indicator.

Jenni: I noticed the sparkles, now that you mention it. I suppose I was thinking of other things.

Heldrad: Well, -you- angst and... and... *trying to think of what else she does... and blinks... wait, those things might apply to him too! o_o;* *backs away from Ginger*

Ginger: He's emo. And he's irrational.

Orion: *working the knife out of his arm* And you're a fountain of reason and logic.

Heldrad: ...... *all nervous now, leans over to Jenni* ....I'm not emo, am I? *no clue what it means*

Jenni: *pats his arm* You're all right. Don't worry. Everyone has some angst.

Heldrad: *nods* Oh... *silent a sec, then leans back over to her again* ....what's emo?

Jenni: An epithet for someone, usually a boy, who exhibits far more angst and drama than is normal. I think.

Orion: I do not. *gets the knife out, there's no blood, but there is a brief silver glow before it seals up*

Heldrad: ..... *silent another moment, considering that.... leans back over to her again, quietly* She shouldn't meet Travis, then, should she.

Jenni: —for no good reason, I should've added.

Heldrad: ....so she -really- shouldn't meet Travis and that group?

Ginger: *takes a swig of vodka*

Jenni: *sigh* *not getting into this*

Ginger: I don't accuse people I don't know well of being Suvian.

Heldrad: ...but you know him well enough?

Ginger: ...yes. Yes, I do.

Nightsail: ((*evilly tempted to bring the more canon Travis in again. not the one that met with Jenni and Hades and Martin....*))

Neshomeh: (( Jenni: Buh? *confusion!* ;_; ))

Nightsail: ((Travis: *like the one that came in and she and Martin had to try to convince not to keep mopping up the water?*))

Neshomeh: (( Jenni: *oh, okay* *shoot, sorta had fun with that adventure, and now it's AU* ))

Nightsail: ((Travis: *well, it's a -nice- AU. who says AUs can't meet up? Doors are nice!*))

Neshomeh: (( Jenni: *true* ))

Travis: *on cue, then, the human one comes in dragging the burdy one behind him... the burd's crying hard, can't calm down enough to get his eyes to stay wiped so he can see* Jenni!

Heldrad: *peeks over at this.... aw, man. :P ...-him- again.*

Jenni: In any case, he seems har—mwah? Travis?

Travis-human: Jenni, where's Hades? *pulling the burdy one in, trying to keep him from tripping over his own feet.*

Orion: *distraction. :D*

Jenni: *gah, stupid temporal-spatial distortions O.x * Um. In the Underworld? O.o?

Travis-burd: *for Ori's sake, his descripto: wearing black raggy clothes he prolly made himself, WAY uberskinny, looks like he hasn't slept in forever, cut his own hair, and wings too undermuscled to fly on or even stretch out.*

Travis-B: *and no feathers on him, either. looks like his wings've been plucked.*

Travis-H: Where's that? *looks around at the Doors, freezes at spotting the hen* *eep!*

Jenni: Greek mythology? ... What the heck is going on?

Orion: Greek mythology? Ack! Flashbacks.

Travis-H: I want him to go to Hades too, so he can be human again too... *putting the poor burd on the other side of himself from Heldrad*

Heldrad: *just looking between the two. hey, waaaaiit... they're the same...?*

Travis-H: ....which Door was it...?

Jenni: ... I see. *this is going to give her a headache—HQ is very sensitive to timeline shifts and such* Er, I don't know if that's something you can just sort of -plan- on. I don't know how we got away with it at all, except that it was a very friendly alternate universe. Which you might not find again. And if you did, you'd have to do something different anyway, and it might not be so easy.

Travis-H: But... but maybe it could be! Please?

Travis-B: *trying to wipe his eyes and calm down, clinging onto the human him*

MARCH 29-30

Ginger: ...wasn't 'Fer dating a Hades?

Jenni: Yes, she was. And I think that's the same guy who either actually turned Henry into a tree or threatened to do so.

Ginger: He did.

Jenni: Thought so.

Ginger: So, possibly not a good choice...

Travis-H: But... *looking between them*

Jenni: The rub is that we met Disney!Hades before.

Ginger: Ah.

Jenni: So, that worked out because he's not quite as dangerous as other incarnations. ... We only helped start the battle of Troy, which would've happened anyway. I'm trying to explain that the chances of running into the same one are pretty tiny.

Travis-B: .... *doesn't look like he knows if he should stay hopeful or what.... he takes a seat where he is* ....so I won't get to....?

Travis-H: *giving Jenni a hurt look.... this isn't helping his other self any here. :S* ....but.... maybe we -could-....

Jenni: *turns to them* And maybe you end up stuck in Hades forever. I'm not personally a fan of that possibility.

Orion: Hades isn't very nice.

Jenni: ... The entity -or- the place.

Travis-H: But... but he made me human again! *not smiling any more*

Jenni: You lucked out.

Travis-H: But we might again! *trying to stay optimistic here*

Travis-B: ..... *curls up a little, not looking up at them* ....

Orion: Um. Maybe someone who isn't Hades?

Travis-H: Like who? *looking at him now*

Orion: ...well, there are nicer deities...

Jenni: Pft. Most of them aren't much better. There's always a price, see. You can't get something for nothing.

Travis-B: *silent, manages to get up... and carefully steps over toward the kitchen, looking around like he's wondering if there's anything interesting in there* ....

Travis-H: *hasn't noticed the other one going off* Maybe they'll just want something little too, though?

Orion: I know some. Um. Kinda.

Travis-H: You do? *hopeful again*

Orion: Yeah... *gnaws his lip*

Jenni: *eyebrow*

Orion: I mean, I'd have to see if they'd talk to me...

Travis-H: *still being totally hopeful-looking here... pleaseplease??*

Travis-B: *some itty lil sound in the kitchen there, kid prolly moved something aside, and pauses like he's wondering if anyone'll yell at him for that* .....

Orion: *doesn't look like he wants to at -all- but is considering it*

Travis-H: What do you think they'd want for it...?

Orion: I dunno.

Jenni: Here's a question: what would you do if it should happen to work?

Travis-H: What do you mean? *well, -he's- already human... it's the other him he was asking for.*

Jenni: Well, what are you doing with yourself now that you're human? I'm curious.

Travis-H: .... *has to think about that* ....I've had more salad.... and I went swimming... and I've been in the library. There was another kid there I talked to... *odd grin* He says maybe I could go to -his- classes...

Jenni: That's nice. How'd you come upon other!you, there?

Travis-H: There was another Door.... I was looking for the Room here again, so I could go to bed, but I found his room instead. *er... he's been sleeping in here lately? ...or another version thereof?*

Jenni: *indeed, bwuh?* Er... -here- here?

Travis-H: *lil nod* .... *smile fades a lil again* ....is that bad?

Jenni: It's curious. Why here?

Travis-H: ....because I'm not going back to my old room?

Jenni: You didn't have anywhere to go in your world?

Travis-H: ....um.... *having to think about that... apparently not?* .....well, I don't want the others to know..... Leesi and Robert and the others already hate me anyway.....

Jenni: *sigh* *that displacement headache is kicking in about now*

Travis-H: .....what? *watching her, not sure what's so bad about this or something*

Orion: I can go talk to Them while you discuss things? Maybe?

Jenni: If you think it'll help. I forgot, I'd given up trying to use logic in these cases.

Orion: *nods and disappears*

Travis-H: *looks over at where Orion was* .... *lil smile more again, peeks around for the other him... but he's not where he last saw him* ....?

Travis-B: *still in the kitchen, investigating around*

Ginger: *siiiigh* Do-gooders.

Jenni: *anyway...* *glances at Ginger*

Ginger: *blinks* Yes?

Travis-H: .....so what's so bad about that, anyway....? *looks back to Jenni*

Travis-B: *still in the kitchen, looking through it curiously*

Jenni: *shrug* It's not bad, per se. Just regretful that you don't have anywhere to go.

Ginger: There should be someplace.

Travis-H: Like where?

Ginger: *shrugs*

Travis-H: ....well, I always just stayed in Elsiar's room before...

Jenni: I can see how that might be awkward.

Travis-H: So I'm not going back there. *looking around again, wondering where the other him went off to* ....?

Ginger: He's in the kitchen

Travis-H: ....? *heads that way*

Travis-B: *found a knife in the kitchen, nice serrated one... steak knife or something? kid's looking it over, eyeing the rest of them in the drawer* .....

Jenni: *blink* *oh* *that was 'oh, Ginger's reading the Words again'*

Ginger: I'm not allowed to be able to deduce what people are looking for?

Travis-B: *after a sec, peeking over at Jenni and Ginger, quiet* ....can I have one....? *looks ready to put it back if they say no, though*

Ginger: Why do you want it?

Jenni: Mm. No, you're right. Sorry. *blinks at the voice from the kitchen* *eh wot?*

Travis-B: ....to cut stuff....? *unsure, all timid again* ....my scissors won't cut much of anything....

Ginger: Sure, go ahead. Just be careful.

Travis-H: *doesn't look so convinced* ....um....

Jenni: *hang on, she's remembered something about this kid* Er, no. Hold on. No. I think probably not.

Ginger: *shrugs* Okay.

Travis-B: *looks over at Jenni, and back at Ginger... aww... come on!* .....but.....

Ginger: *looks at Jenni* Why not?

Jenni: Because I seem to recall something about acts of self-harm. I'm not okay with that.

Ginger: *nods*

Travis-B: ....of what? *not getting this, or something*

Ginger: Do you hurt yourself?

Travis-B: *odd look, has to think about that* ....um.... *peeks back at his wings* ....do my feathers count....? *bare wings.*

Jenni: Yes. *thinks* Ears, too.

Ginger: Ah.

Travis-B: *all hurt now, protesting* That was just one time!

Ginger: Would you cut yourself?

Travis-B: *takes him a sec, eyeing the other Travis there* ....no.... *eyes Ginger.... like he can't believe these guys are even thinking he would.... where would they get -that- idea?*

Ginger: Okay. I don't mind, then.

Jenni: Hm. *braces her forehead between forefingers and thumb* *alternate versions, check... doesn't mean she quite believes him, but it's not like this one's probably going to listen to her any better*

Travis-B: *looks back over to Jenni, hoping she won't overrule that* ....?

Jenni: *senses she's being watched* I mind and hereby protest, but I'm not getting into an argument.

Travis-B: ...I won't let Robert get it, honest....

Travis-H: *staying conspicuously quiet on the subject, not looking at either of the two adults* ....

Jenni: *eyebrow*

Travis-B: *eyes on Jenni, pup expression, really* ....so I -can- have it?

Jenni: *looks at him in the manner of a teacher looking over her spectacles* Did I -say- that?

Travis-B: *sinks a little, like she just told him off or something* .... *not a word, just puts it back in the drawer, tears hinting* ....

Jenni: *of course, didn't say no, either, but definitely did say she isn't arguing*

Travis-B: *well, he's taking it as a no... kid's used to getting bossed around and acting submissive enough that he's not gonna push it.* .... *steps out of the kitchen area, curls up on the floor against the counter* ....

Travis-H: *looking around for Orion... he wants news!*

Jenni: *just as well, in her opinion*

Orion: *appears in a sort of 'falling through the roof' way. with flailing*

Jenni: O.O

Orion: *sits up* Um.

Travis-H: *looks up quickly* 0_o?

Orion: They don't like me. *grumble*

Travis-H: *face falls* ...what did they say....?

Jenni: Yes, do tell.

Orion: Wouldn't let me in. *rubs his back*

Travis-H: ....maybe I could try....?

Orion: Well, first you'd have to die and I hear people aren't big fans of that.

Jenni: *facepalm*

Travis-H: *pales a lil* ....um.....

Orion: Sorry.

Travis-H: I would, but I'm human, so I'd stay dead this time, and.... um...

Orion: Yeah.

Travis-B: Can I? *looking at Orion*

Orion: ...if you died, you'd go to your heaven. Not mine.

Jenni: *random* I sort of wish Mike and Leof were here. There's perspective for you.

Travis-B: *glances at Jenni, but looks back to Orion, not knowing what Jenni's talking about* But what if I died in -your- world...?

Orion: ...I can't go back to my world. I live in a different one now.

Travis-B: But... what if I died in -that- one?

Orion: I dunno.

Travis-B: Do you think I might be able to talk to them then?

Orion: I get the feeling I'd get in huge trouble if I let you die...

Travis-B: But I can come back! You just... you just put my head back on, or... whatever it is that killed me. It's easy! *he's -asking- for this?*

Orion: ...okay. *^_^*

Jenni: Ack! Stop it with the sparkles! *ow, head...*

Orion: Sorry.

Ginger: Gaaaaah must kill...

Travis-B: *looks around, getting up again... finally goes back to the kitchen and grabs a much bigger knife than he'd had before, one of the big cake knives or something, and heads to Orion with it* Here, you can use this! *hopeful*

Orion: I have my own knife.

Travis-B: ...is it big enough, though? I mean... *some gesture, indicating putting it through his chest or something*

Travis-H: *not objecting to this. 0_o*

Orion: ...yeah.

Jenni: *glares daggers at Orion* *better be careful, they might materialize around here...*

Orion: *eh, would live*

Ginger: Someone stop him. I think he might burn like holy water if I touched him.

Travis-B: *perks up at that, eyes wide, not happy* Water? *no water!* *backs up toward Orion*

Jenni: *feh* *gets up* Look, that's just enough, all right? I can't be bothered to meddle with every nutjob that comes though here, but don't encourage them on my watch, got it?

Orion: Okay, he just wanted... *wilt*

Travis-B: *offers the big knife to Jenni, then hurries back to Orion.... lesgo?*

Jenni: Yeah, I know. We've got access to the multiverse at the turn of a doorknob, so that makes it okay to muck about with timelines however we please. Also, we don't have to deal with the challenges we're set, because some idiot will be happy to take them away for us. Nice.

Orion: Um. She'll be mad.

Travis-B: *ears down a little, looks like someone just hit him* ....but.....

Jenni: *to him* Don't you ever think that just -maybe- you're making things more difficult than they need to be?

Travis-B: -How-?

Jenni: Granted, I don't know your particular details, but the whole self-hatred thing is a tremendous waste. People refuse to look for the positive. It's hard, but not as hard as changing the parameters of one's life entirely.

Travis-B: *making a face* ....you don't get it.... *backs up a lil more toward Orion*

Jenni: Clearly not.

Travis-B: *going to cry again just thinking about it, looks like* This isn't -me-! I don't -want- wings, I don't -like- any of this, I -hate- being like this! I want to go swimming. I want to be able to -eat- stuff without puking again! Why -should- I want to be like this? I -never- wanted it, but they made me like this anyway! *wipes his eyes... kid needs some sleep, clearly. maybe then he'd calm down some?*

Orion: It's not fair.

Travis-B: ...and I -hate- it... *rubbing his eyes more; yeah, he's crying again*

Jenni: Life isn't fair. That's why it means something when you make something of it anyway. *would be much relieved if Erik was at all useful as an example, but... -_-; *

Travis-B: *louder. this is a fit the kid's been throwing silently for forever, obviously* And I don't -want- it! I don't want -any- of it!

Erik: *is hearing this* *basically thinking "cry me a fucking river" and almost tempted to jump in just to shut him up... except he hasn't got a leg to stand on*

Travis-B: ...why's that so hard to -get-? I don't -want- this... I -hate- this! *reaches behind him to pull one of his wings' wrists up a bit — that, in particular.*

Jenni: I don't know. I guess I figure that something is better than nothing.

Travis-B: Well, it's -not-. I can't do anything I -want- to do... I have to do -everything- because no one else will, and sorry's -never- good enough! *wipes his eyes again* I can't even -die- right! I just come back!

Orion: *looks sympathetic*

Travis-B: ...I just wanna be human again. I wanna do stuff again, and I -don't- want wings, and then I want to die and see my family again afterwards, all right? *wipes his eyes again* I don't want to be like this, and... and you just...

Jenni: And I just think there might be a reason for things. Shame on me for having hope. Stupid of me, I know.

Orion: Why does everyone assume destiny doesn't factor in the multiverse?

Jenni: Exactly. Oh, there's free will, too, but that pretty much extends to a decision about how to deal with what comes.

Orion: If you can change things, you should try.

Travis-B: *looks back to Orion, trying again* ....so're you going to try killing me in your world....?

Orion: I dunno yet...

Travis-B: But— *at a loss here now*

Orion: You'll come back, right?

Travis-B: *nodnod*

Orion: *bites his lip*

Jenni: *mutters the Serenity Prayer under her breath*

Orion: *personally believes that prayer is bullshit*

Jenni: *would like to know why*

Travis-B: *gave up on it himself after so long with no results* ...so you will?

Orion: Okay.

Jenni: *throws her hands up* Don't bother asking me for help in the future, then.

Travis-B: *lil smile, finally* Thank you...

Travis-H: .... *steps over and gives Jenni a hug, quiet*

Orion: *glares at Jenni* Just because people do things you don't want to doesn't mean you have to be a bitch about it.

Jenni: *stiff* I don't like being ignored. Especially not after being sought out in the first place.

Travis-H: *just tries to hug more* ....

Orion: Well, you can't help him so what's wrong with doing something that can?

Jenni: Nothing. That doesn't mean I have to like it.

Orion: So if he gets in trouble you'll just do nothing. Okay, good to know.

Travis-H: ...but he might get to be human again.... why's that bad?

Jenni: Look, I've already explained my issues. What else do you want?

Orion: Nothing. Okay, let's go.

Travis-H: *lil sigh, just quietly hugging on her* ...well.... thanks anyway. *doesn't sound like he's being sarcastic or anything, either.*

Travis-B: *still wiping his eyes, puts a hand on Orion's arm... he'll follow.*

Orion: *disappears with him*

Jenni: *yay—if she's wrong, she's a bitch; if she's right, kid suffers*

Travis-H: *quiet* ...you think he'll get it...?

Ginger: Iii need a drink.

Jenni: Depends on the deity. *slackening some—hug's a hug, after all* *half-tempted to join Ginger there*

Ginger: *heads for the bar*

Travis-H: So.... yes? *wants to be hopeful here*

Jenni: I don't know.

Ginger: *shrug, drinks*

Travis-H: .... *looks over where Orion and the other Travis were, quiet... he'll wait for them.*

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