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omg_fmaWho: OOC!Scar, OOC!Psiren, OC!Vorpal, IC!Gluttony
When: 8/14/08
Rating: PG
Category: Misc. Happenings
Summary: Vorpal falls from the sky into Clara's pond.
Vorpal: *so there she was, chilling and stuff when... OH HAY THERE SKY*
Vorpal: *goes tumbling out of the air and into a conveniently placed pond right behind a shower of parrot fish (they had an odd sense of humour down there, didn't they?), guitar flailing on its strap behind her*
Mal: *from inside the chateau, hears the crash that sounds louder than just a parrotfish and peers VERY cautiously out the window*
Gluttony: *foraging in the backyard, ignoring the fish that had been falling on his head, chowing down on a day-old shark... lifts his head at the sound of Largish Prey*
Clara: *is on the other side of the house, had been watching the fishfall ponderously and looking at her watch... doesn't really notice anything unusual*
Vorpal: *spluttering because BY THE DARK LORD, she fell into a pond and HER GUITAR IS RUINED NOW WHY???!!! and there are fish everywhere, of course, which does not make swimming easy*
Koi: *nibbles on her toes*
Mal: *notices that yes that is definitely a PERSON flailing around in the pond and runs out, holding his arms over his head to fend off stray parrotfish*
Gluttony: *munchmunchsharkmmmmm.... keeps an eye on the pond, attracted by the splashing*
Vorpal: *finally manages to get herelf to the shore, guitar in tow, and stands up looking down disgusted at herself -- jacket, jeans, and t-shirt completely soaked through and her general appearance resembling a bedraggled rat*
Clara: *hears the door open and close* ...Mal? *heads towards the door to investigate*
Mal: *bellowing over his shoulder* HEY, CLARA, GET OVER HERE. *yes he's rude when he's worried; to the bedraggled woman* ...are you OK?
Gluttony: *blinks... peoples falling out of the sky too?* ... *glances upwards hopefully... chewchewchew*
Vorpal: *uhh... crap. people* Oh yeah. I JUST FELL OUT OF THE SKY. I'm fine. *grumblegrumble -- for all intents and purposes already dead so it's not like a little thing like that matters, but oh, the indignity*
Clara: *hears the yelling, puts a little hustle into it... opens the door and runs towards the pond* ...Goodness! A person!
Mal: .....SHIT, man! *running a hand through his hair in astonishment; turns to Clara* She fell! With the fish!
Vorpal: *shaking back her brown her hair and running a hand through it, trying to make it look at least a little better; looks over, taking in Mal and Gluttony and -- third person! fun* Uh, hi.
Clara: *reaches the pond, touching Mal's arm and murmuring* Mal, language....
Mal: *winces in Clara's direction* Sorry. *to the stranger* Uh, what's your na- is that a guitar? *priorities, oh yeah*
Clara: ...Hello! Err... I'm Clara. You seem to have fallen into my pond. *glances at Mal, amused, then offers her hand to shake*
Vorpal: Not anymore. *unslings the guitar from her back, frowning darkly down at it -- her poor, poor baby, crafted by death's finest; glances up at Clara, looking over her shoulder at the pond*
Vorpal: So it seems I have. Name's Vorpal. Where the hell am I?
Gluttony: *...wait... doesn't smell like a human people... wants to go investigate... but... but... shark....*
Clara: *winces at the language* Err. ...You're in Central... um, in Amestris... mean anything to you?
Mal: *bites back a smile and wonders if Clara will take note of her language* ...that's a shame, man.
Vorpal: *brightly* Not a damn thing!
Mal: *turns his laugh into a cough somewhat successfully* Here, why don't you come inside and get dried off, Vorpal. I'm Mal, by the way.
Clara: *winces again* Ah, um... would you please... do you mind, um... not swearing?
Gluttony: *tears off a shark tail to bring with, ambles in the direction of the pond*
Vorpal: *eyes Clara, biting back the sneer threatening to take over her features; does manage an apologetic look* Oh, sorry. Uhh... Nice to meet you all, though. But, uh, kinda can't stay -- I have a previous engagement, you see...
Vorpal: *glances at the sky with something like 'wow, how do I get back up there?' reflecting in her eyes*
Clara: *smiles* Thank you. Um... previous engagement?
Mal: *raises an eyebrow* Uh... that might not be happening for a while. *looks up as well and gets a parrotfish to the face* ...ARGH.
Vorpal: Was on my way to -- *and has to stop because AHAHAH PARROTFISH FACE; once the laughter is gone...* ...I was going to a coffee shop. Sorta my thing. *indicates the guitar, totally lying through her teeth -- she was suppose to be here, just not now. not yet*
Mal: *wiping his face on his shirt; muffled* Awesome. Can we please just go inside guys?
Clara: Ohmygoodness, Mal, are you okay?
Mal: *glad that his face is covered because he is blushing in mortification* Fine.
Vorpal: Yeah. Can we go inside. Please? *just got hit in the back with a fish, ewww*
Clara: Yes, I suppose we'd better... I thought the shower was mostly over... *glances upwards, nervously, then glances back at her watch* ...Come this way, err... Vorpal, was it? *starts leading the way back to the House*
Mal: *goes along, finally looking out from his shirt and asking Vorpal because he can't wait another moment* So you play?
Clara: *smiles, amused*
Vorpal: *ambling along after Clara, throwing a grin at Mal* Oh yeah. You too?
Gluttony: *...argh they're changing direction... heads towards the house, hurrying up a little, dragging his shark tail*
Mal: *wide grin* A bit, yeah. *modest modest* I'm more of an electric guitar kind of guy though. Shame about that. *nods to her ruined guitar* Looks like it was a sweet one, before.
Vorpal: Oh, yeah? Played a bit of that myself, but mostly stick with acoustic. *looks down at the instrument with an actual pang of sadness because it was her bestest friend EVER* Better for coffee shop ballads, anyway.
Mal: *laughs; already a little bit infatuated; opens the door for her because he is a total geek that way*
Clara: *turns at the steps and spots Gluttony coming up just behind them* Err, hello Gluttony... are you coming inside, too?
Gluttony: Hello Nice Clara Lady? What is people thing? *points at Vorpal with one finger, gripping his shark tail with the other*
Vorpal: *it could just be the shock, she could just be screwing with this guy's head, but laughs with him, face turning only the faintest shade of pink* Well aren't you a sweetheart? *steps inside the House, eyeing Gluttony with curiosity* Thing?
Gluttony: *tilts his head, peering at Vorpal curiously*
Clara: Um. Her name's Vorpal. She's a guest>, understand?Don't eat her.
Gluttony: *snorts, nodding*
Mal: ... *ears burning at being called a sweetheart, looks away, rubbing the back of his neck*
Mal: Uh - I'll - right - *runs off to get a towel for Vorpal*
Vorpal: *made of win! and sorta thing, she supposes -- she's not breathing (no need to!), her heart is most definitely not beating -- but hey! what do you expect when you're technically dead?* Hey, thanks! So, uh. Gluttony, right?
Gluttony: *nods, sticking his finger in his mouth... staaaaaaaaaares* ...You smell funny.
Vorpal: Well I kinda did just get hit by a fish...
Mal: *returns with towels at that moment, handing them over to Vorpal* Here y'go.
Clara: *opens her mouth to tell Gluttony he's being rude, but figures it's a lost cause... turns to Vorpal* Sorry, he's... um.... *not sure she wants to get into the whole homunculus thing right now*
Clara: *changes tactics* ...Would you like to borrow some dry clothes?
Vorpal: Why thank you! *takes the towel and finds a moment to make eyes at him before stripping off her jacket, wrapping the towel around her t-shirted torso tightly and shrugging at Clara, indicating she didn't mind* Oh, could I, please?
Mal: *staring at Vorpal, mouth open and expression suddenly confused* ........... Clara, can I talk to you a moment?
Clara: Sure thing! I'm not sure I've got anything your style, but.... *blinks* Right now?
Mal: *whispering intently, not taking his eyes off Vorpal* Yes RIGHT now. *starts pulling Clara off into the next room without waiting for her reply*
Vorpal: Oh, it's -- *gives Mal a WTF look as he starts to drag Clara away*
Clara: I- Mal! ...One moment please, Vorpal!!
Mal: *as soon as they are around the corner struggles for what to say* Did you see?! *whispering*
Gluttony: *staaaaaaaaaares at Vorpal... the door's still open, and he's still on the steps*
Vorpal: Hey, take your time. *looks over at Gluttony with an eyebrow raised* They do that a lot? *not going to comment on him being outside, nope*
Clara: Mal-! ...See what?! *whispering because he's whispering*
Gluttony: ........ *blinks, oh, it said something* ...Do that what a lot?
Vorpal: That. *gestures at where they were and where they are now* Run off like that.
Mal: ... *doesn't know how to introduce the topic but; face a bit red* I didn't see it at first either, but... *swallows* Clara, she's not breathing. I'm not kidding.
Mal: *decides to cut out the bit where he noticed because he was checking her out; definitely not necessary to the conversation, nope*
Clara: *starts* What?! ...Are you sure?
Mal: ......trust me. *slightly guilty look* What do we do?
Gluttony: *scratches his head, not sure how to answer that* ...Uhhhhhhhhhhh, no?
Vorpal: Thought so. *snorts a laugh* You a man of few words?
Clara: ...She wasn't just, I don't know, breathing lightly?
Gluttony: ...Yes. *......grins a little*
Vorpal: Sweet. *snerks*
Mal: *bites his lip* I- oh, I'm not sure. I might just be crazy. Let's just go back and check.
Gluttony: *blinks, confused* ...Sweet?
Clara: ...How are we going to "check"?
Vorpal: Like... 'Cool? Awesome?'
Mal: ... *how to phrase this?* Watch her. Carefully.
Gluttony: *remembers these words from Mal's and P!Al's vocabularies* ...Oh yeah....
Vorpal: Yeah. *shifting, feeling only the smallest iota bad that she's dripping all over the nicely polished floor -- it is so shiny and nice*
Clara: *frowns a little* ...Okay. I will. Err. ...We'll talk more while she's changing?
Mal: Yeah, sure. *ducks back into the room where he left Vorpal with Gluttony* Hey, sorry about that.
Vorpal: It's fine! *bright smile, doing well to keep the suspicion out of her voice*
Clara: ^_^;; Um so, if you'd come with me upstairs, you can borrow something of mine... or... would you like to take a shower as well?
Clara: *glances at Gluttony* If you're coming in, leave the shark tail outside, please.
Mal: *stares at Vorpal's chest; and I mean STARES*
Gluttony: DDDDD: *CONFLICTED*
Vorpal: *well, she does kinda smell like fish, so... AND WHY IS HE STARING AT MY BOOBS?* Eyes are up here, honey. And please.
Mal: ......*mortified; bursts before he can think about it* You aren't breathing!
Clara: *coughs, flushing a little, glancing at Mal*
Mal: ........ *realizes he just said that out loud; fails at stealth*
Clara: .....Err. *oh what they hey, looks for herself*
Vorpal: *STARES AT HIM* Well no shit! I DIDN'T NOTICE.
Mal: *blink blink; expected her to deny it* ...oh. *doesn't even know what to say*
Vorpal: *coughs, shaking her head* I'm sorta dead. Not sorta. Dead by a lot.
Gluttony: *reluctantly leaves his shark tail, coming inside* ...See, smell funny!
Mal: ..... *doesn't even know what to say even more now; feels kind of gross for having checked out a dead chick* ........OK. *very tentative smile; hey, who is he to judge*
Clara: *gapes, looking between Vorpal and Gluttony*
Vorpal: I don't smell funny because I'm dead! *shoots Gluttony a dirty glare* I bathe twice a day, thank you!
Gluttony: ...But you smell funny.
Mal: You seem, uh... *struggles for the right words* Very healthy and hygenic. For a uh- dead girl.
Clara: Err, I... he has a good sense of smell, um... if you're dead, how are you... alive? @_@
Vorpal:...Falling into a pond while being pelted with fish will do that for a person.
Vorpal: Uhh... I just am?
Gluttony: *snorts, rolling his eyes... stupid human peoples... and dead not-human dead things*
Mal: *blinks; wonders if that will make it necrophilia if he asks her on a date* ....well. That's ... that, then, I guess.
Clara: But... that's... do you know how that happened? I... I mean, stranger things have happened, I suppose, but.... *flustered*
Mal: *shrugs and seems to shift back into his normal laid-back attitude* I mean, it's sort of like she's a homunculus, right? *to Clara*
Clara: *blinkblink* I suppose... are you a homunculus?
Gluttony: No.
Clara: *looks at Gluttony* Ah....
Vorpal: I've... always been this way. *frowns* And I don't know what the hell a homunculus is
Clara: Err... he's a homunculus.... *nods at Gluttony*
Gluttony: *grins*
Mal: Her eyes aren't purple, yeah.... *realizes he said that aloud and feels awkward again* Anyway, does it matter?
Vorpal:...Sweet. *grins at gluttony, having no clue what to think -- well she doess, given her briefing, but since she's supposed to be from another world and all...* I don't think it does?
Clara: *blink* ...Suppose not. Like I said, stranger things.... Um. Anyway. Dry clothes and shower?
Clara: *notices the door's still open... closes it*
Vorpal: Yes. Please? *sort of wanting to stop smelling like pond scum and fish, kthx*
Mal: *Ahhh someone who speaks his language!; grins at Vorpal unreservedly once more* Yeah, and I can show you my guitar later? *hopeful*
Clara: Right then, follow me Vorpal. *heads for the stairs*
Vorpal: *shoots him a grin right back* I'd love that. See ya after my shower. *follows after Clara, still clutching her guitar in one hand and soggy jacket in the other*
Mal: *beams; to Gluttony* Here, Gluttony, I'll help you gather up all the new fish, OK?
Clara: *leads her to her room* Again, I don't know that anything's your style, but it should fit, at least... we'll get your clothes dry as quick as we can....
Vorpal: *waves a hand dismissively* I'll be able to swing it.
Clara: *wardrobe contains many pretty but conservative dresses, her fancy Parisian dress in a dress bag, and hidden waaaaay in the back her Faye and Claramunculus outfits... waste not want not?*
Clara: Take whatever you like. *smiles*
Gluttony: *staaaaaaares after Vorpal, then turns to Mal and grins* Okay!
Vorpal: *will probably totally steal the Claramunculus outfit at least -- it's her style; the Faye-shorts will probably ride up more than she wants to deal with and wouldn't be as comfortable as jeans, so eh*
Vorpal: Hey, thanks! You wouldn't know a place a girl could get a room at, do you?
Clara: *smiles a little more* ...Actually, you could stay here.
Vorpal: *score! I mean -- look of surprise!* You -- you mean it?
Clara: Of course! ...You landed in the right fish pond, actually.... *laughs a little* ...That's sort of what this house is for.
Vorpal: For landing in the fish pond? *laughs* Thank you, though. I really mean it. I mean... I'm kinda... I don't know.
Clara: *laughs* No, for people who need a place to stay! *beams* You're welcome. You stay here as long as you need to, rent free. If you'd like to help out around the house and grounds a bit, though, I'd appreciate it.
Clara: And, um, theft or violence will get you evicted... not that I think you're like that! But, just so you know... ground rules and all that. ^_^;;
Vorpal: Oh, no! No sticky fingers here! *grins* And not much for violence, really. Unless violent, completely rocking songs count, but I can keep that to a minimum in house.
Clara: Thank you. I'd appreciate it. I'm used to Mal by now, but he's good enough to keep it down at night, at least. *smiles* Anyway, help yourself to my clothes, and you can use my shower for now... more towels in the closet if you need... and when you're out you can pick which room you'd like.
Vorpal: He seems like a nice kid. *at least one of the pathetic people around here knows music* Alright... Thank you. I should probably go stop smelling like fish now. *picks out a dress -- a completely safe floral one before staring for the bathroom tentatively*
Clara: *...kid? uh-oh... *smiles* Yes, he's a very nice young man. ...I'll be downstairs when you're done, okay?
Vorpal: Okay! *and with another smile, she disappears into the bathroom*
When: 8/14/08
Rating: PG
Category: Misc. Happenings
Summary: Vorpal falls from the sky into Clara's pond.
Vorpal: *so there she was, chilling and stuff when... OH HAY THERE SKY*
Vorpal: *goes tumbling out of the air and into a conveniently placed pond right behind a shower of parrot fish (they had an odd sense of humour down there, didn't they?), guitar flailing on its strap behind her*
Mal: *from inside the chateau, hears the crash that sounds louder than just a parrotfish and peers VERY cautiously out the window*
Gluttony: *foraging in the backyard, ignoring the fish that had been falling on his head, chowing down on a day-old shark... lifts his head at the sound of Largish Prey*
Clara: *is on the other side of the house, had been watching the fishfall ponderously and looking at her watch... doesn't really notice anything unusual*
Vorpal: *spluttering because BY THE DARK LORD, she fell into a pond and HER GUITAR IS RUINED NOW WHY???!!! and there are fish everywhere, of course, which does not make swimming easy*
Koi: *nibbles on her toes*
Mal: *notices that yes that is definitely a PERSON flailing around in the pond and runs out, holding his arms over his head to fend off stray parrotfish*
Gluttony: *munchmunchsharkmmmmm.... keeps an eye on the pond, attracted by the splashing*
Vorpal: *finally manages to get herelf to the shore, guitar in tow, and stands up looking down disgusted at herself -- jacket, jeans, and t-shirt completely soaked through and her general appearance resembling a bedraggled rat*
Clara: *hears the door open and close* ...Mal? *heads towards the door to investigate*
Mal: *bellowing over his shoulder* HEY, CLARA, GET OVER HERE. *yes he's rude when he's worried; to the bedraggled woman* ...are you OK?
Gluttony: *blinks... peoples falling out of the sky too?* ... *glances upwards hopefully... chewchewchew*
Vorpal: *uhh... crap. people* Oh yeah. I JUST FELL OUT OF THE SKY. I'm fine. *grumblegrumble -- for all intents and purposes already dead so it's not like a little thing like that matters, but oh, the indignity*
Clara: *hears the yelling, puts a little hustle into it... opens the door and runs towards the pond* ...Goodness! A person!
Mal: .....SHIT, man! *running a hand through his hair in astonishment; turns to Clara* She fell! With the fish!
Vorpal: *shaking back her brown her hair and running a hand through it, trying to make it look at least a little better; looks over, taking in Mal and Gluttony and -- third person! fun* Uh, hi.
Clara: *reaches the pond, touching Mal's arm and murmuring* Mal, language....
Mal: *winces in Clara's direction* Sorry. *to the stranger* Uh, what's your na- is that a guitar? *priorities, oh yeah*
Clara: ...Hello! Err... I'm Clara. You seem to have fallen into my pond. *glances at Mal, amused, then offers her hand to shake*
Vorpal: Not anymore. *unslings the guitar from her back, frowning darkly down at it -- her poor, poor baby, crafted by death's finest; glances up at Clara, looking over her shoulder at the pond*
Vorpal: So it seems I have. Name's Vorpal. Where the hell am I?
Gluttony: *...wait... doesn't smell like a human people... wants to go investigate... but... but... shark....*
Clara: *winces at the language* Err. ...You're in Central... um, in Amestris... mean anything to you?
Mal: *bites back a smile and wonders if Clara will take note of her language* ...that's a shame, man.
Vorpal: *brightly* Not a damn thing!
Mal: *turns his laugh into a cough somewhat successfully* Here, why don't you come inside and get dried off, Vorpal. I'm Mal, by the way.
Clara: *winces again* Ah, um... would you please... do you mind, um... not swearing?
Gluttony: *tears off a shark tail to bring with, ambles in the direction of the pond*
Vorpal: *eyes Clara, biting back the sneer threatening to take over her features; does manage an apologetic look* Oh, sorry. Uhh... Nice to meet you all, though. But, uh, kinda can't stay -- I have a previous engagement, you see...
Vorpal: *glances at the sky with something like 'wow, how do I get back up there?' reflecting in her eyes*
Clara: *smiles* Thank you. Um... previous engagement?
Mal: *raises an eyebrow* Uh... that might not be happening for a while. *looks up as well and gets a parrotfish to the face* ...ARGH.
Vorpal: Was on my way to -- *and has to stop because AHAHAH PARROTFISH FACE; once the laughter is gone...* ...I was going to a coffee shop. Sorta my thing. *indicates the guitar, totally lying through her teeth -- she was suppose to be here, just not now. not yet*
Mal: *wiping his face on his shirt; muffled* Awesome. Can we please just go inside guys?
Clara: Ohmygoodness, Mal, are you okay?
Mal: *glad that his face is covered because he is blushing in mortification* Fine.
Vorpal: Yeah. Can we go inside. Please? *just got hit in the back with a fish, ewww*
Clara: Yes, I suppose we'd better... I thought the shower was mostly over... *glances upwards, nervously, then glances back at her watch* ...Come this way, err... Vorpal, was it? *starts leading the way back to the House*
Mal: *goes along, finally looking out from his shirt and asking Vorpal because he can't wait another moment* So you play?
Clara: *smiles, amused*
Vorpal: *ambling along after Clara, throwing a grin at Mal* Oh yeah. You too?
Gluttony: *...argh they're changing direction... heads towards the house, hurrying up a little, dragging his shark tail*
Mal: *wide grin* A bit, yeah. *modest modest* I'm more of an electric guitar kind of guy though. Shame about that. *nods to her ruined guitar* Looks like it was a sweet one, before.
Vorpal: Oh, yeah? Played a bit of that myself, but mostly stick with acoustic. *looks down at the instrument with an actual pang of sadness because it was her bestest friend EVER* Better for coffee shop ballads, anyway.
Mal: *laughs; already a little bit infatuated; opens the door for her because he is a total geek that way*
Clara: *turns at the steps and spots Gluttony coming up just behind them* Err, hello Gluttony... are you coming inside, too?
Gluttony: Hello Nice Clara Lady? What is people thing? *points at Vorpal with one finger, gripping his shark tail with the other*
Vorpal: *it could just be the shock, she could just be screwing with this guy's head, but laughs with him, face turning only the faintest shade of pink* Well aren't you a sweetheart? *steps inside the House, eyeing Gluttony with curiosity* Thing?
Gluttony: *tilts his head, peering at Vorpal curiously*
Clara: Um. Her name's Vorpal. She's a guest>, understand?
Gluttony: *snorts, nodding*
Mal: ... *ears burning at being called a sweetheart, looks away, rubbing the back of his neck*
Mal: Uh - I'll - right - *runs off to get a towel for Vorpal*
Vorpal: *made of win! and sorta thing, she supposes -- she's not breathing (no need to!), her heart is most definitely not beating -- but hey! what do you expect when you're technically dead?* Hey, thanks! So, uh. Gluttony, right?
Gluttony: *nods, sticking his finger in his mouth... staaaaaaaaaares* ...You smell funny.
Vorpal: Well I kinda did just get hit by a fish...
Mal: *returns with towels at that moment, handing them over to Vorpal* Here y'go.
Clara: *opens her mouth to tell Gluttony he's being rude, but figures it's a lost cause... turns to Vorpal* Sorry, he's... um.... *not sure she wants to get into the whole homunculus thing right now*
Clara: *changes tactics* ...Would you like to borrow some dry clothes?
Vorpal: Why thank you! *takes the towel and finds a moment to make eyes at him before stripping off her jacket, wrapping the towel around her t-shirted torso tightly and shrugging at Clara, indicating she didn't mind* Oh, could I, please?
Mal: *staring at Vorpal, mouth open and expression suddenly confused* ........... Clara, can I talk to you a moment?
Clara: Sure thing! I'm not sure I've got anything your style, but.... *blinks* Right now?
Mal: *whispering intently, not taking his eyes off Vorpal* Yes RIGHT now. *starts pulling Clara off into the next room without waiting for her reply*
Vorpal: Oh, it's -- *gives Mal a WTF look as he starts to drag Clara away*
Clara: I- Mal! ...One moment please, Vorpal!!
Mal: *as soon as they are around the corner struggles for what to say* Did you see?! *whispering*
Gluttony: *staaaaaaaaaares at Vorpal... the door's still open, and he's still on the steps*
Vorpal: Hey, take your time. *looks over at Gluttony with an eyebrow raised* They do that a lot? *not going to comment on him being outside, nope*
Clara: Mal-! ...See what?! *whispering because he's whispering*
Gluttony: ........ *blinks, oh, it said something* ...Do that what a lot?
Vorpal: That. *gestures at where they were and where they are now* Run off like that.
Mal: ... *doesn't know how to introduce the topic but; face a bit red* I didn't see it at first either, but... *swallows* Clara, she's not breathing. I'm not kidding.
Mal: *decides to cut out the bit where he noticed because he was checking her out; definitely not necessary to the conversation, nope*
Clara: *starts* What?! ...Are you sure?
Mal: ......trust me. *slightly guilty look* What do we do?
Gluttony: *scratches his head, not sure how to answer that* ...Uhhhhhhhhhhh, no?
Vorpal: Thought so. *snorts a laugh* You a man of few words?
Clara: ...She wasn't just, I don't know, breathing lightly?
Gluttony: ...Yes. *......grins a little*
Vorpal: Sweet. *snerks*
Mal: *bites his lip* I- oh, I'm not sure. I might just be crazy. Let's just go back and check.
Gluttony: *blinks, confused* ...Sweet?
Clara: ...How are we going to "check"?
Vorpal: Like... 'Cool? Awesome?'
Mal: ... *how to phrase this?* Watch her. Carefully.
Gluttony: *remembers these words from Mal's and P!Al's vocabularies* ...Oh yeah....
Vorpal: Yeah. *shifting, feeling only the smallest iota bad that she's dripping all over the nicely polished floor -- it is so shiny and nice*
Clara: *frowns a little* ...Okay. I will. Err. ...We'll talk more while she's changing?
Mal: Yeah, sure. *ducks back into the room where he left Vorpal with Gluttony* Hey, sorry about that.
Vorpal: It's fine! *bright smile, doing well to keep the suspicion out of her voice*
Clara: ^_^;; Um so, if you'd come with me upstairs, you can borrow something of mine... or... would you like to take a shower as well?
Clara: *glances at Gluttony* If you're coming in, leave the shark tail outside, please.
Mal: *stares at Vorpal's chest; and I mean STARES*
Gluttony: DDDDD: *CONFLICTED*
Vorpal: *well, she does kinda smell like fish, so... AND WHY IS HE STARING AT MY BOOBS?* Eyes are up here, honey. And please.
Mal: ......*mortified; bursts before he can think about it* You aren't breathing!
Clara: *coughs, flushing a little, glancing at Mal*
Mal: ........ *realizes he just said that out loud; fails at stealth*
Clara: .....Err. *oh what they hey, looks for herself*
Vorpal: *STARES AT HIM* Well no shit! I DIDN'T NOTICE.
Mal: *blink blink; expected her to deny it* ...oh. *doesn't even know what to say*
Vorpal: *coughs, shaking her head* I'm sorta dead. Not sorta. Dead by a lot.
Gluttony: *reluctantly leaves his shark tail, coming inside* ...See, smell funny!
Mal: ..... *doesn't even know what to say even more now; feels kind of gross for having checked out a dead chick* ........OK. *very tentative smile; hey, who is he to judge*
Clara: *gapes, looking between Vorpal and Gluttony*
Vorpal: I don't smell funny because I'm dead! *shoots Gluttony a dirty glare* I bathe twice a day, thank you!
Gluttony: ...But you smell funny.
Mal: You seem, uh... *struggles for the right words* Very healthy and hygenic. For a uh- dead girl.
Clara: Err, I... he has a good sense of smell, um... if you're dead, how are you... alive? @_@
Vorpal:...Falling into a pond while being pelted with fish will do that for a person.
Vorpal: Uhh... I just am?
Gluttony: *snorts, rolling his eyes... stupid human peoples... and dead not-human dead things*
Mal: *blinks; wonders if that will make it necrophilia if he asks her on a date* ....well. That's ... that, then, I guess.
Clara: But... that's... do you know how that happened? I... I mean, stranger things have happened, I suppose, but.... *flustered*
Mal: *shrugs and seems to shift back into his normal laid-back attitude* I mean, it's sort of like she's a homunculus, right? *to Clara*
Clara: *blinkblink* I suppose... are you a homunculus?
Gluttony: No.
Clara: *looks at Gluttony* Ah....
Vorpal: I've... always been this way. *frowns* And I don't know what the hell a homunculus is
Clara: Err... he's a homunculus.... *nods at Gluttony*
Gluttony: *grins*
Mal: Her eyes aren't purple, yeah.... *realizes he said that aloud and feels awkward again* Anyway, does it matter?
Vorpal:...Sweet. *grins at gluttony, having no clue what to think -- well she doess, given her briefing, but since she's supposed to be from another world and all...* I don't think it does?
Clara: *blink* ...Suppose not. Like I said, stranger things.... Um. Anyway. Dry clothes and shower?
Clara: *notices the door's still open... closes it*
Vorpal: Yes. Please? *sort of wanting to stop smelling like pond scum and fish, kthx*
Mal: *Ahhh someone who speaks his language!; grins at Vorpal unreservedly once more* Yeah, and I can show you my guitar later? *hopeful*
Clara: Right then, follow me Vorpal. *heads for the stairs*
Vorpal: *shoots him a grin right back* I'd love that. See ya after my shower. *follows after Clara, still clutching her guitar in one hand and soggy jacket in the other*
Mal: *beams; to Gluttony* Here, Gluttony, I'll help you gather up all the new fish, OK?
Clara: *leads her to her room* Again, I don't know that anything's your style, but it should fit, at least... we'll get your clothes dry as quick as we can....
Vorpal: *waves a hand dismissively* I'll be able to swing it.
Clara: *wardrobe contains many pretty but conservative dresses, her fancy Parisian dress in a dress bag, and hidden waaaaay in the back her Faye and Claramunculus outfits... waste not want not?*
Clara: Take whatever you like. *smiles*
Gluttony: *staaaaaaares after Vorpal, then turns to Mal and grins* Okay!
Vorpal: *will probably totally steal the Claramunculus outfit at least -- it's her style; the Faye-shorts will probably ride up more than she wants to deal with and wouldn't be as comfortable as jeans, so eh*
Vorpal: Hey, thanks! You wouldn't know a place a girl could get a room at, do you?
Clara: *smiles a little more* ...Actually, you could stay here.
Vorpal: *score! I mean -- look of surprise!* You -- you mean it?
Clara: Of course! ...You landed in the right fish pond, actually.... *laughs a little* ...That's sort of what this house is for.
Vorpal: For landing in the fish pond? *laughs* Thank you, though. I really mean it. I mean... I'm kinda... I don't know.
Clara: *laughs* No, for people who need a place to stay! *beams* You're welcome. You stay here as long as you need to, rent free. If you'd like to help out around the house and grounds a bit, though, I'd appreciate it.
Clara: And, um, theft or violence will get you evicted... not that I think you're like that! But, just so you know... ground rules and all that. ^_^;;
Vorpal: Oh, no! No sticky fingers here! *grins* And not much for violence, really. Unless violent, completely rocking songs count, but I can keep that to a minimum in house.
Clara: Thank you. I'd appreciate it. I'm used to Mal by now, but he's good enough to keep it down at night, at least. *smiles* Anyway, help yourself to my clothes, and you can use my shower for now... more towels in the closet if you need... and when you're out you can pick which room you'd like.
Vorpal: He seems like a nice kid. *at least one of the pathetic people around here knows music* Alright... Thank you. I should probably go stop smelling like fish now. *picks out a dress -- a completely safe floral one before staring for the bathroom tentatively*
Clara: *...kid? uh-oh... *smiles* Yes, he's a very nice young man. ...I'll be downstairs when you're done, okay?
Vorpal: Okay! *and with another smile, she disappears into the bathroom*
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Someone missing in the credits ;_;
Date: 2008-08-15 12:22 pm (UTC)...VORPAL'S NAKED! AND MAL'S THINKING ABOUT IT! :DDD
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Date: 2008-08-16 03:01 am (UTC)Re: Someone missing in the credits ;_;
Date: 2008-08-16 03:00 am (UTC)AHAHAHA.