[Weiss House]
Sounds nice... like reading too! An' have fireplace so can do fire...
Like walks an' 'venturing.
It begins to rain outside. Looks like it'll be a big storm---all the better to enjoy warmth inside, especially now that autumn's starting.
An', uh... sorry not so good speak Common.
She frowns a bit.
[Weiss House]
There's these weird rouge bottles in the fridge along with normal fruit juice. Wine in the wine cooler, both human and alien in origin.
Carasp pleases.
...
Um, is in bottle. Color like... when blush?
She realizes her bride doesn't know what her weird space drinks are called.
[Weiss House]
What does she think the weird grey-skinned girl with glossy black eyes, purple hair, a pegleg, an untraceable (in terms of not sounding like any real Earth language) accent and weird colored blushes (and presumably weird blood) is then?
Ohioan?
No, is two hundred cycles of old.
Cycles is year.
The stuff is sort of teal and very foamy, like root beer often is. It smells nice enough.
Back in the living room, Alilia has gotten a fire going?
It's the Nexus. She knows Alilia isn't human. She just doesn't know exactly what she is.
Rachel nods a little as she walks back into the living room. Ah. That works then. She'll hand Alilia a glass, then turn to the fire. Nice job. That didn't take long. Then she'll sip from her glass.
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This isn't like the Loch Ness Monster or leprechauns. This is something I have to see to believe.
[Weiss House]
It's actually really great how stuff that would make us go nuts in real life is met with a sort of "Eh, Nexus" here. It's endearingly surreal.
Alilia sits next to her, sipping the oddly caramel-flavored soda. The drones are at work on a nice dinner for them.
She smiles at Rachel, blushing a little in her odd mauve color tone.
[Weiss House]
'S just... nice.
Bein' here an' married t'you an' stuff.
She sips her drink, then frowns in thought.
Think our families gonna askin' for kids though...
[Weiss House]
I actually.
Um.
Can get baby from you. 'S a thing and um.
If 's ok.
She blushes harder, her peg's soft polymer indoor-use sleeve stopping any damage to the floor as the prosthesis sort of shifts nervously.
[Weiss House]
She swallows... and the explanation that follows is a bit tough, seeing as she occasionally doesn't know a word she really needs. It takes her a couple runs through, but the long and short of it is that by each of them taking a sort of supplement, Rachel will in fact be able to impregnate Alilia.
Besides being a little nervous and embarrassed, the newlywed girl seems frustrated at her lack of prowess with Common, and is pretty fidgety by the end.
[Weiss House]
Her own glass finished, she swallows hard.
Only if you wan' to, 'course...
The ding of the oven manages to make her jump, as does the sudden patter of rain on the windows; poor thing's awfully on-edge.
[Weiss House]
She takes her jacket off and comes over, all tense and jittery.
Th-thanks...
While that goes on, the drones are getting dinner ready to put out for them.
So, looks like it's a quiz then! Use the controls you've learned to kill the newb before he calls a copter and everyone dances the foxtrot! Lessee now... Push left stick-y thing forward to move, click left stick-y thing down to move fast. Shiny green button to clear the desk in his way with a jump that would shame an Italian plumber aaaand click right stick-y thing to gank!
And for extra points, taunt! "Nobody loves you, you worthless sack of recessive genes!" Day shouts at the top of his lungs, leaning forward from the edge of his seat to yell it right into the plasma screen.
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((You can tell Day is evil by his text color! ))
[Weiss House]
She pretty much melts in Rachel's hands fairly quickly, sighing in relief.
Thaaaanks...
After a while, plates are brought out with pizza---artisan pizza, something classy and yet comfortingly familiar, with toppings Rachel probably finds agreeable... and some odd, almost bronze-colored things that look like meat.
It smells wonderful; one drone brings out a bottle of red wine (Earth vintage) and two glasses, offering to pour if they'd like it.
The satyr pulls on it forcefully. C'mon girlie. I know you want to...
Vierzt seems to be rummaging for something in the kitchen.
Gelley, seeing her host distracted, decides to take matters into her own hands. The heroine stands aggressively, and a hand shoots out to seize the satyr's wrist. She tries to twist it off, just going for a painful sprain right now. Her tremendous strength should help with that. "Trust me, buddy, I'm not the girl you wanna start this with."
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Dave and Clarissa's House
Dave is successfully tugged! Not like he fought it anyways.
Jane sits down in Dave's favorite leather recliner.
"Honestly I don't know. I wasn't present for her conception. Though I have helped taken care of her quite a bit."
Jane shrugged too.
"I don't know either. Though my mom would think that the best heir would be herself..."
So, looks like it's a quiz then! Use the controls you've learned to kill the newb before he calls a copter and everyone dances the foxtrot! Lessee now... Push left stick-y thing forward to move, click left stick-y thing down to move fast. Shiny green button to clear the desk in his way with a jump that would shame an Italian plumber aaaand click right stick-y thing to gank!
And for extra points, taunt! "Nobody loves you, you worthless sack of recessive genes!" Day shouts at the top of his lungs, leaning forward from the edge of his seat to yell it right into the plasma screen.
[Fortress Mountain]
Always the overachiever, eh?
Achievement Unlocked:PWNT!
Conveniently enough...
Day just scored the winning kill of the match! And how does his lame victim feel? He's humiliated! He screams louder than the angry german kid meme!
"I hate yooou! I hate yoooooou!"
Instant replay!
There are other words he yells, but they aren't really important. What's really important is that he ragequits out of the lobby with everyone laughing at him. Including Clarissa who attempts to high-five and knuckle-bump Day in crazily high-spirits as a reward for achieving the winning kill of his first map.
"That was cool, yo!"
Yes it was!
------- [Dave and Clarissa's House]
"Okay..."
"Make sure you don't kill this one, Dave. She talks like a nice person. She's not a jerk like her mother was."
"By the way, daughter, I was one of Umbrella's most feared genetic experiments. Just so you know."
Clarissa stands and walks on over to Jane, attempting to sniff at her in order to acquire her scent. No telling what she'll do with that but it's smart to sample and store uniqueness anyway.
"How do you feel about becoming evil? Oooo! You could become a dark goddess! Or I could just lend you some cultists. Would you like some cultists? I can't mercy-kill all of them so we might as well use them while we have them, right?"
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This is the thief who likes to hoard,
That loves the bard with the puppet Lord
That admires the fighter with the green-hilted sword,
That employs the Wizard, whose bird is ignored,
That has the gender unexplored
That intrigues the Halfling, usually bored,
That slew a mountain of the goblin horde,
That follows the cleric,
That serves the lich,
That seeks the gate,
That guards the snarl,
That lives in the prison the gods built.
Oh yes. Very very evil. Pray he never becomes meta-aware, lest he take the madness one step further and italicize his infernal speech as well!
Sadly, whatever evil education Day's been given has apparently failed to educate him upon high-fives, knucklebumps and secret handshakes, for he can only stare, rather confused, when Clarissa holds up her hand. "Um... Five? Why five?" The poor fellow seems to think it's military callsign!
And why a hivemind capable of silent, instantaneous communication via thought would use standard callsign, I have no idea.
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