Molly Fullin: And Scenery Change! We're back on the aft decks of the SS Dreamline, with a Fullin of the ruby variety sunning facedown on a towel. Reading, as well.
Xaila: Something small lands on her back.
Molly Fullin: "Gack!" She squirms, and turns to see what just landed on her...
Xaila: A smug frilly butted mini-pandy.
Molly Fullin: She sighs, and pats the little presumably nudist pandy.
Xaila: She purrs and rolls off Molly's back to sit by her side. "Ello~"
Molly Fullin: "So, deciding to just be a little one this time around?" she scratches.
Xaila: Wiggle wiggle creamy belly middle! (^o.o^) "I have not your figure... me in a suit? Pah."
Molly Fullin: She looks at herself, just a one-piece like in the header... "If you call this a suit."
Xaila: "Well you're in stretched out dental floss. That's different."
Krusk: <,_,<
Molly Fullin: "It's barely-stretched... and much wider than dental floss," she sticks her tongue out, and pokes Xai with a tailtip.
Xaila: She's poked! And paws at the tailtip. "Stretched enough to still be floss!"
Molly Fullin: "You'd rather I go in a string bikini?" she inquires, then rubs the exposed pandy-tummy.
Xaila: "Wouldn't the censor demons ge-eeehhh purrprrprr..." She flops over, splayed out in glee.
Molly Fullin: And, 'lo, there is stuff for a half-ogre to do! Like take a cannonball into the pool! Molly's long-since taken to sunning some distance from it, but might there be anyplace on the aft deck safe from such a dive?
Krusk: >,_,> *Krusk disappears into the changing rooms*
Xaila: Xaila prays he doesn't come out in a thong or worse.
Krusk: *Krusk -does- find a lovely selection of zebra stripe G-strings....*
Krusk: *...but he decides against it and instead emerges in fairly mediocre looking silky black swim shorts*
Xaila: Thank you GOD! She paws the air in joy.
Molly Fullin: Molly, for her part, just continues to rub pandy belly... and seems somewhat oblivious of any impending doom.
Xaila: She purrs joyfully and slowly starts to get rather puffy.
Krusk: *Krusk notices the pool and grins mischievously. He backs up to the wall and glances about to make sure nobody is in the way as he plots a course*
Krusk: *After judging distance, speed, obstacles, wind resistance, turbidity, and other things that neither apply nor make sense, Krusk nods. A moment later the green mountain of muscle and hair can be seen dashing across the deck of the ship before leaping high into the air towards the pool. He pulls his hands down to wrap around his legs and screams at the top of his lungs as his whole body spins about before impacting in the center of the on board pool like the Fist of an Angry God* CAAAANNNNOOOOON BAAAALLL! *Ka-splash*
Xaila: (^O_______o^) She got bigger. A lot bigger. And is freaked out enough to scramble away in fear.
Krusk: *Krusk dings his head on the bottom of the pool before floating back up in what water is left in the pool* "Ow..."
Dispea: *And here comes Dispea... in time to avoid the big kersplash* *Blinking dragoness at the likely soaked people around the pool* "...What happened?"
Molly Fullin: Molly's... got her book tucked underneath her, her tails soaking wet but... mostly shielded from the blast... "Ack... what hit the pool?"
Krusk: *Krusk paddles around the pool, whistling innocently*
Xaila: The pandy is now clinging to a part of the building, not happy D:
Mezzo D'octieve: Where dragons go, vixens follow. In string bikinis no less! "... looks like Hiroshima. Pool-style."
Dispea: *Blinking Dragon!* "Mezzo! Hey girl! I didn't see you get on board!"
Molly Fullin: Ship, it is a ship! Molly stands, shakes her head at the ogre, and then... shakes herself off.
Krusk: <,_,< "Krusk didn't do nuthin..."
Xaila: We're sorry Molly but you'll have some impressive claw marks all over the ship.
Mezzo D'octieve: "'Eya Disp. I'm a sneakeh one dat way, didn't ya know?" She winks.
Molly Fullin: Well, yes. Any claws that can hold up the weight of Xai's Ph-double-dee's are impressive.
Xaila: Haha D:
Dispea: "A ninja vixen? Hmmm.. I suppose that's fitting! So what brings you on board this rather... low key cruise?"
Minosaur: A big ol' monster wanders onto the deck. Huge and shaggy and carnivorous and all-around just terrible looking.
Molly Fullin: Molly finishes off with a butt-wiggle flourish, then waves to Dolph out of habit.
M'zesciel: And from a deck chair opposite the big shaggy beasty, a dark skinned beauty raises an eyebrow behind a pair of sunglasses. Today she's dressed in naught but a scant bikini of gold material, leaving most of that intrigueing 'tattoo' exposed.
Minosaur: Waving to people is a nice enough habit. Dolphus waves back and makes his way to the railing, taking a big breath of fresh sea air... smells like fish.
Krusk: *The demiogre continues to enjoy himself in the mostly-full on board pool, swimming around effortlessly*
Dispea: *Dispea raises an eyeridge at.. Mz? Meze... Mze... At the lounging demon* "Looks like you've got competition in the swimsuit department, Mezzo!"
Mezzo D'octieve: "Sun? Fun? Gettin' a chance t'try out m'new suit?" She poses in her ittybitty two piece. Only ittybitty because the ditz bought it a size (or two) too small.
Mezzo D'octieve: She shrugs and grins. "'Ey its all good Disp. Nothin' wrong... why donthca get a tiny one fer yerself too?"
Molly Fullin: For second-place, maybe, judging by Molly's suit. Again, if you can call that a suit.
M'zesciel: Call her 'Sciel. The succubus either doesn't see or ignores Dispea's gaze, lazily getting to her feet and fanning hr wings before heading over toward Dolphus.
Dispea: "Because I've not got much to show. *Shrugging dragon* But if you want some company swimming or sunbathing, I can see what's available."
Mezzo D'octieve: She shakes her tail at Dispea and smirks. "Y'got a nice tail their hun, or didja forget I sang an ode to it?"
Krusk: *The green giant eventually hauls himself up and drips a few gallons of water off his chiseled features, taking a moment to pull his swim trunks back up to an acceptable waist-level*
Dispea: *Sticking her tongue out* "Nahhhh, I doubt I can forget that. But making all those chocolately treats does mean I sample them. I may be ending up with a big tail at this rate. Not fitting into nothing no more!" *Dramatic tossing back of head, hand on forehead* "Woe! Suffering!"
Xaila: Thank god. The pandy still doesn't want to jump down though. ;.;
Delphi: *wanders out from below decks, and immediately to the railing* ~blrretch~ Anybody got some ginger?
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo almost tells Dispea about a real great trick to use so she doesn't gain any weight and shuts up. Not going there again. She can't! "Oh pish..."
Dispea: *And Dispea grins, turning about and bending over, pointing her butt, and tail, right at Mezzo* "Look at it! Look at my big fat tail! Lookit!" *Wiggling her butt with an unrestrained snicker*
Mezzo D'octieve: "If that's big than I'm a twig." She scoffs.
Dispea: "*Smirking dragon* Either way, I just got to wiggle my butt at a friend of mine. So what shall we do? Sunbath? Pool?"
Molly Fullin: One of the crew does step forward to help Delphi, "Miss? We do have some seasickness medicine, if you'd like... and the chef's probably got ginger in the kitchen, if you'd like me to radio for some.."
Minosaur: Dolphus steps carefully away from Delphi. The vomit is a bit tough on his nose.
Mezzo D'octieve: (( Oops totally missed Molly XD >.> *eats that one* ))
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo hears Kitchen... and wonders where the food is at. She's a vixen with few things on her mind. Men. Food. Music. Food. Shopping. Chocolate. Food. She can't help it. "Prolly sunbath... not like I'll get a tan!"
Delphi: "Thanks, the ginger probably works better than the seasickness medicine though. Lead the way."
Molly Fullin: Oh, there's a small-ish buffet table available just at the forward end of the aft deck, for those who don't want to go far for snacks~
Mezzo D'octieve: Sniff sniff... "Dispea m'nose is tellin' me food is near..."
M'zesciel: "Hello there." The voice is as smooth and purring as ripping silk, and it comes from right behind Dolphus.
Dispea: "Mmmm? Food? Where?"
Molly Fullin: He reaches behind himself, and pulls out a walkie-talkie, "Kitchen, this is pool deck. I've got a request for some ginger up here, for seasickness." There's a muted "Aye, right ya bloody lubbers..." in response, and with a sigh the attendant responds, "You're lucky that we're dealing with Avatars this cruise, not stick-mounted royalty." "It'll be up in a jiff'."
Mezzo D'octieve: "There!" She points! They should hit it before the green-guy does.
Minosaur: He glances over his shoulder, careful not to swing his lethal tail, and smiles politely at M'zesciel. Well it's supposed to be a polite smile, it looks more like a predatory grimace. "Hello," he rumbles.
Delphi: "Sorry about this. I don't get sick all the time, something must have set me off. I forgot to bring some just in case."
M'zesciel: No matter. She finds it rather fetching the latter way. "And where have you been hiding, hmmm?"
Dispea: "Alright! Let's go! Food time!" *Dramatic pose* "For great fooding!"
Krusk: <,_,< *Seems to sense that others are competing for food with him without his knowledge...and heads for the buffet*
Minosaur: "Steerage," he says, without the slightest trace that he might be kidding. Or that he finds anything unusual about it.
Molly Fullin: He nods, "No problems, Miss. There's no decks outwards of this one, so we're good..." And it's about this time that another attendant, comes up with the requested root, "Chef says you probably know more about taking it for this than he does."
Molly Fullin: The attendant at the buffet table... just takes several steps backwards.
Krusk: *Krusk takes a moment to make a quick glance at what sort of food is available!*
Molly Fullin: There's a very wide assortment, with varying degrees of preperation from "still mooing" to "jerky".
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo scampers to the buffet! And leers at the green guy. Showdown... doodeedoodeedoo... wah wah wah... doodeedoodeedoo... wah wah waaaah...
Delphi: *bites of a bit of it like a carrot* That'll be good. I'm honestly used to it being sliced for sushi or processed into a pill but this should work all the same.
Dispea: *Dispea... well, she's just gonna sample a little here and there. Nothing dramatic*
Krusk: >,_,> *His eyes narrow...his hand whipping out to take a platter of shrimp*
Mezzo D'octieve: She snatches bread, some of that still mooing meat and she grabs...
Mezzo D'octieve: The WHOLE BOTTLE of Grey Poupon! XD
Krusk: *That's fine, because Krusk just snatched the whole container of cocktail sauce! Hoo Ra*
Dispea: *Dispea blinks at Mezzo* *And resists making the obvious joke*
M'zesciel: She laughs delightedly. "Well. I'm certainly glad you're here now." She walks up to stand beside him.
Mezzo D'octieve: Its on like Donkey Kong! Getting plates, she fills one with a chunk of the fruit platter, and then she gets the crab legs. Ha ha!
Catty Dewclaw: *There's something in the water... something... or someone... Catty seems to have gone a little too far when surfing today, so she's now been clinging to her surfboard. Thankfully her water-proof sunblock hasn't worn out... but she's now out at sea. The young woman waves frantically at the ship as it passes.*
Minosaur: "...okay." He stares at the ocean a while longer. There's not much on the buffet table that appeals to him. The sort of things a minosaur eats would be pretty big health violations in most places. "I'm Dolphus."
Ariel: *Flits past Xaila, carrying a bundle of candy wires*
Delphi: I'm much better now, thank you. *heads for the buffet* I'm going to see if I can tempt my appetite back out of hiding.
M'zesciel: "M'zesciel." She smiles and comes up to stand next to him. "But you may call me 'Sciel."
Xaila: >.> Oh sweet bribery... and she's hungry so she ends up following Ariel... still clinging to bits of the ship.
Krusk: *Krusk snatches up some of the lobster tail, several baked potatos, a nacho platter, and three bottles of gin*
Minosaur: He smiles again, nodding a bit. "Sciel. Nice to meet you."
Mezzo D'octieve: Gin is for wussies. Real men drink whiskey and rum. She passes those off to Dispea, takes her OWN lobster tails and then launches herself at the taco spread.
Ariel: *Flits in the opposite direction from the pool and the buffet, dropping the bundle by the first hole of the mini-golf course*
Delphi: OOooh tacos! *heads strait for the taco bar*
Xaila: T.T This means she has to get off the walls. Fine. For food she will. She scrambles down and rushes over.
M'zesciel: "And you as well. Would you care for a drink?"
Molly Fullin: The ship doesn't respond quite as sharply as a military vessel would, but it does circle the woman on the surfboard even as a launch from a much lower deck heads out. For passengers, they'd probably just notice that the ship's turning in a circle over the course of several minutes while a little boat heads into the center of what's becoming a smooth glass-like section of the ocean, and then back after recovering what looks like a naturally rather bouyant human woman.
Ariel: The sprite settles, and retrieves a glass of nectar from her backpack.
Molly Fullin: Those particularly close to attendants would notice quite a bit of radio chatter, and the launch crew's making sure that Catty gets all the water she might want.
Catty Dewclaw: *Catty's wet, and a little wrinkly from being in the water so long, but she's quite happy to be noted. If she's thrown a tow, she'll grab onto it with her right hand, but keep a good hold onto her surfboard.* T...thanks...
Minosaur: "Oh, no thank you. I usually just break glasses, smash stuff up, and don't get much to actually drink before it's spilled all over." He grins.
Krusk: *Actually real men drink gasoline with bullet shavings, but he was just going to douse the fruit cocktail he just snatche with it before heading off to eat his first plate*
M'zesciel: She grins, and pertly perches on the railing, giving him a better view of her...well...everything. "My kind of guy."
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo just sends glares Krusk's way as she crunches into a taco.
Delphi: *Builds herself a plate of 4 tacos to start with* "Wow, being above decks and having that stuff sure does wonders."
Rein Sharper: (Just in time to say hello before bed. *Waves*)
Minosaur: He frowns at that, not certain what she means. "Clumsy people?"
Delphi: *munchmunch* "What's between you and the big guy?"
Mezzo D'octieve: "He tried steppin' on m'territory." She glances at the buffet that was turned topsy turvy thanks to the pair.
M'zesciel: "Nono..." SHe laughs again, not at all mockingly. "The big strong type."
Minosaur: "Oh." That doesn't seem to particularly cheer him up.
Dispea: *Dispea starts eating, slowly* "Geez mezzo.. it's war?"
Catty Dewclaw: I could use a towel... and... *My, she did drink a lot of water! ONce she's done taht, she sits down... to rest.*
M'zesciel: She frowns. "I've upset you."
Mezzo D'octieve: "Mmmhmm!" Munch. She digs into her crab legs.
Minosaur: "Huh? Oh no. No no. Not at all." He's not very convincing though.
M'zesciel: "Mmmmhmmm..." She gazes at him, languidly, and brushes her tail against his leg. "I'm certain there's some way I could...make it up to you."
Krusk: *Krusk shovels it down his throat before rising from his seat, belching profusely, and moving back to the buffet table to grab...hmm...a pan of lasagna, a mound of seafood pasta, a pile of dumplings, a bowl of wonton soup, three jumbo burritos, and...hmm, does he want salad or bread sticks?* >,_,> *Krusk mulls over this for a bit before deciding on....salad*
Catty Dewclaw: I could use a towel... and... *My, she did drink a lot of water! ONce she's done taht, she sits down... to rest.*
Catty Dewclaw: ((Oops)) *Then after some time of recovery, she gets up again and asks about where she is.*
Minosaur: "Careful," he says, pulling away from M'zesciel. "Best to not get too close, really. I'm working on it but I still don't have a lot of control."
Dispea: *Smirking dragon* "Remind me to ask if I'm allowed to use the ovens here to make some of my brownies for ya."
Mezzo D'octieve: Oh hell no! The vixen starts wolfing stuff down. She might shock Dispea, who knows the vixen can eat, but this is insane. She somehow finishes off her goodies, lets out a small belch and goes for round two. Alfredo, some sushi, well alot of sushi. More tacos, breadsticks and marinara sauce, and probably half a pound of macaroni salad.
Mezzo D'octieve: "Mmm?" She blinks and suddenly gets hopeful for those.
Delphi: Daaang. That guy's his own food chain.
Molly Fullin: There is one buffet table attendant cowering some distance behind the table, while one of the others a distance away shakes his head, "Who put Manuel on the buffet?"
Dispea: "Mmm hmmm. I think I've got a pretty good idea for how to improve on them too! Caramel and chocolate chunk brownies, and mint creme injected into a second batch of brownies!"
Xaila: (( *beats the chat up with a metal pipe* ))
M'zesciel: She smiles up at him. "You needn't worry. I'm indestructable."
Mezzo D'octieve: There's a food filled muffled groan of delight...
Dispea: "Well, sounds like one vote of approval. Hee." *Grinning dragoness*
Delphi: *returns to eating* rrrrRRRRrrrrRReeerrm
Minosaur: "Yeah I've heard that one before. Really, ma'am, just... don't touch me. It's dangerous."
M'zesciel: "I'm immortal, silly. I can't be killed." She scooches closer.
Minosaur: He takes another step away. "All the same..."
Eleuterius Penfield: Voop! And 'Looter'd appear just in time to tumble into a heap on the deck.
M'zesciel: She tries to lock eyes with him and use her mind control to ease his reluctance. "I'm serious. You cannot harm me..."
Dispea: *The dragon shall attempt to ask if the cooks would mind letting her have a crack at making some brownies. Something for her to do for a while*
Molly Fullin: (( Sorry, Catty, ended up distracted. )) The launch crew explain to her that they're boarding the SS Dreamline, a cruise liner. In this case by steering the launch back into a small dock inside the greater ship and mooring... at which point it's lifted out of the water and a larger medical team comes in to go over their notes on her. (( Anything aside from the expected dehydration? ))
Minosaur: M'zesciel's mind control will have no effect, and she's likely to get a nasty burst of psychic feedback from that alien brain of his, too. "I'm serious too. There's nothing I can't harm. Now don't touch me again."
Eleuterius Penfield: ((Er...or...looks like there's only ten minutes left, so cancel that.))
M'zesciel: She flinches back for a moment, then snarls, her eyes glowing. "Wretched fool! I'll feed from you whether you want it or not!"
Molly Fullin: (( Nah, I'll run it as long as there's interest. ))
Minosaur: That just confuses him, and he frowns. "What?"
Minosaur: Then he hears a familiar voop sound, and spins to see 'Looter tumbling to the deck. And unless she's quick, M'zesciel is going to get smacked off-board-wards by that massive tail.
Eleuterius Penfield: "Guh...whereami?" He blinked as he start getting to his feet, looking around.
Saihan: << PG waves hi to everyone >>
Xaila: (( *beats the chat up with a metal pipe AGAIN* ))
M'zesciel: "You oaf! Don't you-WHUFF!" The succubus goes flying. Minutes later, there's a loud splash. And then...there's a sudden and explosive cloud of steam visible, rising from the sea.
Molly Fullin: Molly waves back to Dru.
Dispea: *Any sign of the cooking staff?*
Xaila: Well that's one what to go... the pandy stares at the sea, a wire in her mouth.
Molly Fullin: Below decks, and the attendant seems too scared by the eating-fest to answer questions... finally a level-headed attendant comes over and asks if he can help... then presumably gets the question and radios down to the kitchen to ask... "No problem, miss... as long as you're willing to talk with our cook about 'em. The can be a bit of a yarner, but likes to swap recipes."
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo keeps stuffing her face until she gets to go back for round three...
Delphi: "Did I just see a succubus proposition and get rejected by some chimera?"
Ariel: The sprite shivers a little - fire doesn't get along with her elemental tendancies.
Gaib Sayap: Gaib baywatch runs across the screen. "Yep! Newb." She cackles out of frame.
Molly Fullin: The ship starts to make another rescue circle, this time headed around that pillar of steam. Presumably where the succubus landed... and a couple launches head out. "Looks like it, Miss."
Eleuterius Penfield: "Nnngh..."
Eleuterius Penfield: He's just rubbing his head. Er...although if Gaib's heading in his direction he's probably going to start panicking soon.
Gaib Sayap: Boing boing boing its like Jaws but with a Pong-twist... but no she vanishes.
Dispea: "That should be fine, I'm working on a lot of dessert style recipes right now, just variations on a brownie theme, really." *Smiling dragoness, and... well.. into the cookery!*
Ariel: She then flits away as her player's headed in the direction of bed.
Youkai Morningstar: (seeing as he has the opportunity...) A doorway to Hell opens and Youkai emerges wearing an lovely pair of swimshorts and carrying an umbrella drink in one hand.
M'zesciel: Eli might be suitably more alarmed by the sudden plume of fire that rises up into view beside the ship...in the midst of which is a very angry and very familiar succubus, her hair literal flame and her eys glowing like live coals.
Mezzo D'octieve: "N' don't come back w'out goodies!" The vixen calls playfully after Dispea, clearing another good chunk of the buffet before sighing and looking for a chair to waddle into. "Oogh..."
Molly Fullin: Well, in that case, the launches get the heck back inside the boat.
Molly Fullin: One of the attendants nods to Youkai as he enters, "Apologies, Mr. Morningstar... I don't think there's any businessmen aboard willing to do anything for money today. Though it looks like you're just here for pleasure... well, you know your way around, enjoy."
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai looks around at the ship and its cruisers before taking a long thoughtful sip of his drink. He gives a sidewards glance to the attendant, "My dear man, money has never held any appeal to my kind. Far too transient. But as your astute eye has deduced, I'm not here for business. Heavy is the crown of Hell and even one such as I enjoys a vacation now and then." He gives a slight bow as the attendant departs.
Eleuterius Penfield: "Ghh..." Ah! Flaming woman! 'Looter quickly looked around for a fire extinguisher!
Youkai Morningstar: < meanwhile, his PG muses on ideas for a possible chat... >
Mezzo D'octieve: The vixen stays away from flaming things... if its not edible flambe its do not want. >.>
M'zesciel: "YOU!" M'zesciel hisses in fury as she spots 'Looter, and dives right toward him, wings trailing flames. This time no games. If she can't seduce the oaf, she knows that this one, at least, is not immune to her mind control. She WILL feed.
Dispea: *And since the cook doesn't seem as animated as advertised, the dragon works on getting 2 large pans of brownies set up, a pot of mint creme being simmered down, and some caramel freshly melted up. Brownies, extra chocolately, into oven, creme and caramel ready, dragon grinning at the prospect*
Molly Fullin: "Oh, bother..." that's the man who'd helped Delphi, and just excused himself from Youkai... considering his options for dealing with what looks to be a PMSing and hungry Succubus.
Youkai Morningstar: M'zesciel's flaming tirade catches Youkai's attention and he turns his gaze in her direction, taking the opportunity to stretch his six wings in the sun as he continued to sip on his drink.
Molly Fullin: The player in control of the cook was transfering computers. <.<
Molly Fullin: The cook assists and chats, yes, but this is Dispea's recipe! It wouldn't be good kitchen manners to intrude.
Delphi: (( I'm busy trying to get an Audigy 2 to work without burps and crackling myself. I was hoping to switch from onboard Soundstorm with Live as a MIDI daughterboard combination to one card. So far I am not pleased. ))
Eleuterius Penfield: And 'Looter ducked and rolled to the aside in an attempt to avoid the flaming succubus as he continued his desperate search for something...anything that looked like it'd be an effective deterrant.
Mezzo D'octieve: (( And the jury says: "What chu talkin' 'bout Willis" ))
Dispea: *Ah, apologies!* *She doesn't mind* "It's really just basic brownies, add a few extras, in my case chocolate chunks, syrup, making them gooey and extra chocolately... And of course adding the extras. The caramel I'll have to bake in. 10 minutes of cooking, then stirring the caramel in, folding it under. The mint creme I'll just have to pipe in through an icing nub after they're done."
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai looked down at Looter. "It would appear, my good man, that you have evoked the lovely lady's ire."
Molly Fullin: 'Looter's close to what's labeled as a "Holy Fire Extinguisher".
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo watches this... sees who it IS and screams a bit. Why is the insane flambe woman chasing him!? And why did she have to come without a gun! D:
Delphi: (( When I have computer problems they are very, very strange. Mostly because my main system is custom configured by me. ))
M'zesciel: "You're mine!" She lands and whirls to face 'Looter, whirling and trying to snare him with her hypnotic glance so she can grab into him with more tangible things. Like claws and teeth.
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai sighs, taking another sip of his drink. He steps beside M'zesciel, undetered by her flames. "My dear lady, speaking from personal experience in such matters, the powers that be of this place tend to... shall we say... frown on such wanton assaults on other sentients. Perhaps there are more... suitable alternatives to hostilities." He holds on a duplicate of his own drink to her.
Youkai Morningstar: (er holds out... not holds on)
Eleuterius Penfield: And 'Looter squeezed his eyes shut, wary of that gaze after getting snared in it last time, before grabbing the exinguisher, priming it, then firing the thing at the general direction of 'Sciel's voice.
Youkai Morningstar: < realizes that he never updated his profile here.... yikes...>
M'zesciel: The succubus is too lost in her own hunger to hear Youkai. At least...until "Looter blasts her full in the face. Then she staggers back, screaming and clawing at herself, a new kind of smoke rising as the contents of the extinguisher eat at her skin. "GRAYYYYAAAHHH!"
Delphi: "I really need to look into finding someone who can formulate a 'cubi repellent or mace for me to market."
Eleuterius Penfield: And 'Looter'd keep firing the thing until it's on empty!
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai, being right next to M'zesciel, gets a fair dose of the holy fire extinguisher, but being who he is, it does little more than coat him in froth and foam and ruin his drink. Youkai wipes the foam from his face and gives Looter a sidelong glance.
Dispea: *And dragoness folding in the caramel into the first of the two pans of brownies, carefully swirling and molding the still mostly brownie dough into a caramel brownie whole* *Then, back in the oven, waiting for them to finish*
M'zesciel: 'Sciel, fortunately, tumbles into the pool. which washes off the nasty substance. A moment later, she climbs out, smoking and oozing blood like molten lava...and somehow still managing to look appealing. "GrrrrrRRRRrrrRRRrrrrrrr..."
Molly Fullin: It was, honestly, meant for dealing with things like drunken folk with holy handgrenades, but its success here is noted by several crewmembers.
Quizt: A strange, dwarfish machine wanders onto the deck, pausing for a moment to watch the extinguisher show, which it assumes is some form of entertainment for the guests. Most curious. The strange dwarf has a domed, transparent head of sorts, filled with a gently glowing gelatin of some kind, a dozen tiny black eyes peering out at the world all around it.
Mezzo D'octieve: Dispea will have a hard time getting the vixen to eat. She's spooked and pressed against a seat.
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai stretchs out each of his wings, shaking the foam from the tips before, with a sigh, he simply goes up in flames himself. As the pyre dies down, he stands renewed, the foam now little more than a memory. "Aah much better," he notes before conjuring a new drink for himself.
Eleuterius Penfield: Why won't she dies!? And now 'Looter's left holding an empty fire-extinguisher...
Quizt: The glow inside the machine becomes much brighter as it spots the pool, and it claps its mechanical hands. "How delightful! And how thoughtful of the owners to include a sterile recreation environment for aquatic species! An unexpected and very welcome surprise." The little metal dwarf waddles over towards the pool.
Eleuterius Penfield: He'll apologize to Youkai later when he's not terrified.
Dispea: *Well, the brownies need to finish first. Then the dragon can figure out what funkyness is going on outside the kitchens*
M'zesciel: And 'Sciel, soaked for the second time in the day, and now really, really pissed, she climbs back out of the pool and stalks toward 'Looter.
Delphi: *Gets another plate of food and reclines on a deck chair with sunglasses on* "Just sit back, relax, and soak in the chaos."
Quizt: The metal dwarf walks up to the edge of the pool, leans well over, and opens the dome that acts as its head. Like a metal dwarf that's had too much to drink, the odd creature dumps its contents sloppily into the pool with a massive splash.
Molly Fullin: Molly had just dove into the pool, and blinks at the machinery... dumping a jellyfish in?
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai leans back, a series of vines sprouting out of the deck and taking the shape of a lounge chair as he sits. "Hrm... this gives me an idea," he comments to himself before another set of vines produces a large scroll that he begins to jot notes onto.
Quizt: Well it looks like just a single blob of something greasy, at first. Then it begins to unfold itself, spreading out, long tentacles reaching through the water. Quizt actually becomes harder to see as he stretches out, his mostly-transparent body difficult to spot in the water. The dark mass of his six-lobe brain is easy to spot though, resting in an aura of soft green and blue light.
Molly Fullin: She... waves?
Eleuterius Penfield: "S....stay back!" As he hoisted his empty extinguisher threatingly.
Quizt: Still strange company to share a pool with. Funny that when we encounter something in an aquarium we find it beautiful, but when we encounter it in nature we typically say "AAAH! AHHH! Get it off!"
Quizt: It's hard to tell, and Molly might not see it at all if her head is above the surface, but the seven foot jellyfish waves a group of tentacles through the water, returning her greeting as best it can.
Molly Fullin: It's not stinging her yet, is it?
Molly Fullin: And she doesn't see it, but... she kinda senses some motion with her tails. Sensitive things, those.
Quizt: Of course not. It isn't even touching her. Shhshhn are not barbarians!
Dispea: *They don't sting until they plan to eat!*
M'zesciel: She smiles. The expression is terrifying. Her forked tongue flicks out and licks some of the blood from her lip. "You don't get it, do you? You're mine, now. You've spurned me, escaped me, and now you've managed to hurt me. I will not rest until I rip the soul from your body and devour it slowly."
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai speaks up so Looter can hear him, "I'd offer to get you out of this, but I'm afraid it would cost you your soul regardless and since the powers tend to frown on things like that too..." he shrugs.
Dispea: *Dispea checks the brownies with a toothpick... ooo, just a few minutes more!*
Quizt: Anything else the giant jellyfish might want to communicate is lost in an impossibly complex show of softly flashing lights and drifting tentacles. Quite pretty to look at but not particularly communicative.
Molly Fullin: She blinks... "I don't think I quite follow what you're saying, if you're saying something..." Quite nice vibrations, but not particularly communicative.
Eleuterius Penfield: "I'll...I'll bloody your lip if you try!"
Quizt: More flashing and waving. The big thing probably isn't doing much to encourage people to go swimming, either.
M'zesciel: She steps closer, that smile never wavering. "You already have. Did it stop me?"
Molly Fullin: "I don't suppose you could hook up some sort of translator?"
Dispea: *Arming herself with a pair of freshly cut pans full of hot, fresh brownies, one with mint creme filling, and one with ribbons of caramel striped in, the dragoness (and her carefully gloved hands) exit the kitchen!* "Who wants brownies? Hot and fresh!"
Mezzo D'octieve: Vixen is still plastered to her chair. D:
Youkai Morningstar: Hrm, brownies. Youkai couldn't recall the last time he'd tried one. He raised a hand to indicate he wanted one.
Molly Fullin: Then one of the crewmembers from a higher deck tosses an extinguisher. His aim's off... he was hoping to deliver it to 'Looter, but it's headed for 'Sciel's head.
Molly Fullin: Dispea's got a bit to walk, the kitchen's mid-ship, and the ship itself makes skyscrapers look small.
Quizt: The thing floats aimlessly for a moment. Then several dozen tentacles rise up, pulling right out of the water and reaching to the metal dwarf suit standing frozen at the edge of the pool. The tentacles reach inside the open dome, splashing deep inside the suit. A moment later, as the jellyfish flashes, a tinny voice speaks from the survival suit. "I'm sorry sentient, are you trying to communicate?"
Molly Fullin: "Oh, just... barely. Small talk, nothing more. Were you?"
Youkai Morningstar: < in the interest of getting himself a brownie faster, Youkai opens a firey portal for Dispea to reach the pool area faster >
Dispea: *...Fine. Another few minutes delay then! BAH! But then, THEN she offers brownies all around. And using the buffet plates to serve,she plates up one chocolate mint brownie slice and one caramel chocolate brownie slice, walking it to Youkai* "Here you are!" *And then.. dragon checks on Mezzo* "....Mezz? ...You okay?"
Dispea: *Or portal, portal works*
Eleuterius Penfield: "I'll do it again!" As he lifted the extinguisher tank threateningly.
M'zesciel: WHANG! 'Sciel snarls as a heavy extinguisher bounces off her head. "Alright...now this is just getting annoying. Let's get this over with..."
Quizt: "No. Not really. Talking to myself, I suppose. I am well aware most sentients do not have the mental capacity to understand Shshhn communication." It could be an insult or it could just be naive callousness. The tone of the machine voice isn't really indicative one way or the other. "I am called Quizt," it announces cheerfully.
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai inclines his head in thanks for the brownie before taking a bite. "Aah, most excellent. One might even call it decadent.. and I considerm myself something of an expert in that aspect," he notes.
Delphi: *wanders back below decks* (( gotta sleep ))
Ginger Malloy: [T-Rex]: There's the sound of a helicopter overhead. A BIG helicopter. And then a shadow and a heavy impact as a lot of weight hits the deck from a decent distance up. "GrrrrrRRRRRrrrRRRRRRRrRRRRR!" Kinda makes M'zesciel's growl sound puny in comparison. Heavy footsteps stomp across the deck, and huge jaws gape wide.
M'zesciel: "Oh, what in Hell is it no-" M'zesciel turns at the new disturbance, and freezes, her eyes actually widening in surprise.
Dispea: "......*Dispea tries to hold onto something as the T-rex plays rock the boat.*
Molly Fullin: She nods, "Alright, then. And yea, just the two eyes and... not used to picking up colors. I'll just be swimming."
Molly Fullin: Posh! A T-rex landing isn't enough to do much to this much tonnage.
Eleuterius Penfield: "..." 'Looter just blinked. That was random.
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai's vine-crafted lounge chair remains undisturbed by the T-Rex's arrival -- now that's Hellcrafted engineering for ya... :D
Eleuterius Penfield: Wait, that's his best girl! "Ginger, no!"
Ginger Malloy: [T-Rex]: Oh, how perfect. Ginger darts in, and her head turns to the side as she attempts to well...bite the subccubus. In half, preferably.
Jaida Brannigan: Jaida lounges about in a bikini, snoozing in the sun!
Quizt: "Oh?" The machine sounds almost sad now. Maybe a trace desperate. "You're sure you wouldn't like to talk? The sentients in this place seem so reluctant to talk..."
Dispea: *Not even dropping from a height? Wow, that's a BIG ship*
M'zesciel: And M'zesciel...is honestly just too surprised to react. That is just...not something even a demon expects. The jaws close around her midsection with a rather nauseating crunch. "Gggghhh..."
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai tips his sunglasses and regards the T-Rex charging the succubus. "Well, I must say this is most unexpected. Although I know I should never think such things in this insane realm."
Ginger Malloy: [T-Rex]: Ginger yanks her prize up into the air and shakes her head from side to side viciously, that growl never stopping, even with her mouth full of succubus.
Eleuterius Penfield: "Wait, no, she's not normal, she's-!"
Molly Fullin: She pauses, floating with her tails drifting, "Oh, I could, if it's not that much of a bother.." She's looking at the blob, not the machine, "Just that it doesn't look too comfortable holding your tentacles out like that."
Krusk: (Mouth full of succubus, bowchickawowow)
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai sighs again and disappears from his seat, his seat disappearing as well, and reappears next to Looter looking up at the T-Rex. "Might I suggest a brownie instead," he shouts to the T-Rex, holding up a piece of his brownie. "They're much tastier and a lot more forgiving."
M'zesciel: Any other noise the demoness might make is lost in the rather unpleasant sound of snapping bones. Hey, she may be immortal, but she's not technically immune to damage. She just regenerates afterwards. In this case probably long afterwards.
Quizt: "Oh not at all. Simple modulation of my tentacles keep the exposed sections moist. And it would be my absolute pleasure to converse with a fellow sentient. I am most curious about you." A couple of tentacles drift towards Molly, somewhat unnerving.
Eleuterius Penfield: 'Looter just stared.
Molly Fullin: If Ginger eats her, would she want to regenerate afterwards?
Ginger Malloy: [T-Rex]: With another growl and a spin reminiscent of the T-rex in Jurassic park tossing aside the raptor in the final scene, Ginger flings M'zesciel aside. Then she roars, angry still, her jaws dripping that odd blood.
Molly Fullin: "Certainly..." she glances at a tentacle, "Ever felt fur before? I'll admit it's different wet than dry, but..."
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai disappears only to reappear in the path of M'zesciel's... er.. remains... to catch her. "Oh.. what a mess."
M'zesciel: And a very mangled M'zesciel slams into the deck and skids a few feet. She hasn't really even got enough intact bones at this point to try and lift heself up. This is Not Good. She's vulnerable. And we'll get to the effects of that blood in a minute or two...
Molly Fullin: Wide and long the ship may be, but unless Ginger flings the demoness towards structure, the hell-maiden's headed overboard.
M'zesciel: Or she winds up in Youkai's arms. Either way, not a pretty sight.
Molly Fullin: Or Youkai could stop her! That too!
Youkai Morningstar: "Well, I would say that I tried to advise you against anything rash... but who would've expected a T-Rex to drop by in the middle of the ocean," Youkai notes, carrying M'zesciel's body up to a slightly higher vantage.
Dispea: "....Mezz, you okay? Aside from the insanity going on over there?"
M'zesciel: She coughs up some blood, and manages a weak grin. "Not me, obviously."
Quizt: The laugh that comes from the dwarfish machine is downright disturbing, a very poor impression of human laughter. "A sad limitation of my species is that we can never feel anything 'dry', as you define it." The tentacles pull back a little. "I am sorry though. I did not mean to intrude on your personal space. I am aware of the way many sentients value distance more than my own kind. However I am so rarely in a situation where I can 'stretch out' that I forget myself."
Eleuterius Penfield: Eli kinda didn't know what to say.
Mezzo D'octieve: "S-she was gonna EAAAAT HIM!" She squeals and clings to a Dispea limb.
Molly Fullin: She shakes her head, and extends a tail, "Go ahead. I can get closer if you'd like to feel shorter fur."
Ginger Malloy: [T-Rex]: Finally, panting, her tiny foreclaws flexing, Ginger calms down enough to regain control of herself. Her huge head turns toward 'Looter. "Are you alright?" She steps toward him, whuffling in concern.
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai sets her down on a lounge chair that seems to emerge out of another fiery portal. "I'm sorry, while I could heal you, it would violate some rather sacrosanct rules. But I can at least make you comfortable while you regenerate," he says. He then holds out a piece of brownie. "Try the brownies. They're delicious."
Dispea: *Blinking dragon, lacking the use of one arm* "...Who was gonna eat who? The T-rex?"
Mezzo D'octieve: "The one who got bitten was attacking him and the bigthing and the biting andthe oiiii"
M'zesciel: She looks at the brownie with faint nausea, and shakes her head. "No...I haven't Fed in days...I won't be able to regenerate fully without a proper meal."
Quizt: A Shshhn can never turn down an opportunity to experience something new, and several of the slender tentacles reach forward, winding around and through Molly's tail. A little slimey with mucous, the tentacles otherwise feel much like thick hairs themselves. "Most curious. Hmm... Yes... Oh, how interesting." He's talking to himself, really. The translation matrix translating thoughts rather than conscious speech. "Perhaps you could move a little closer, yes. The opportunity for direct investigation is not as common as you'd think."
Quizt: "For some reason, most sentients seem uneasy with such inspection."
Dispea: ".....*This calls for emergency brownie. A hot gooey caramel chocolate chunk brownie is held under Mezzo's nose* "Okay, easy Mezzo, breathe deeeeeep."
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai shrugs and eats the brownie himself then rubs his chin. "Mmm, and I can imagine that in your current condition, trying to secure a decent meal would prove most.. challenging."
Molly Fullin: "Hmm, yes. Most don't care for being, as they percieve it, fondled. But I doubt you'd consider this erotic anyhow," she kicks with her other tails, and swishes forwards that way, floating with her arms out.
M'zesciel: The corner of her mouth quirks. She's nearly in two pieces, with the giant punctures from those dagger teeth. "Yes, it probably would.
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai considers for a moment, then produces a large scroll and begins to read through it. "Ah, just the thing. A young gentleman willing to part with his soul for a rapturous evening." He turns his gaze to M'zesciel, "Well, I could loan you a room... sufficient glamors to fulfill your needs. You can pay me back later."
Mezzo D'octieve: She inhales... and then opens her mouth for the brownie. o.o "Ahhh..."
M'zesciel: She nods. "Very well." She's in too desperate a position right now to haggle.
Quizt: "Erotic?" The voice sounds legitimately confused. It is silent for a moment, as if looking something up in a book. "I do not detect significant voltage... Are you propositioning me?" Tentacles wrap around Molly's arms, and her legs, waist, and anything else that comes in range. Most disturbingly is how Quizt will start poking in her nostrils and ears if she gets too close. "I am flattered but I do not believe we would be compatible. Mmm... I have never 'tasted' a mammal before. I will have to make extensive notes."
Dispea: *And brownie would wail a final farewell if it could, being offered unto the Mezzo's mouth. Mmm, hot, gooey, delicious caramel and chocolate brownie*
Youkai Morningstar: Youkai waves his hand and the lounge chair supporting M'zesciel carries her to a secluded chamber within the depths of Hell and delivers her willing victim to her. A portal awaits her pleasure to return her to the ship.
M'zesciel: M'zesciel will probably call it a night after that, actually. She has vengeance to plot.
Molly Fullin: "Exactly what I mean..." she wrinkles her nose at the investigation, "Okay, poking my nose is a bit uncomfortable, there.." Though if one of his tentacles are anywhere near his mouth when he says "tasted", she figures "what the heck" and gives a lick.
Youkai Morningstar: << night M'z :) >>
M'zesciel: ((Night, Youkai, and thanks! T'was fun!))
Quizt: Quizt tastes vaguely salty, but otherwise unappetizing. It's mostly over-powered by pool water anyway. "I'm... sorry. I'm not exactly certain which is your nose." The tentacles start pulling away from Molly, so as to get away from whatever part of her is her nose. "After so many years I am still puzzled by why so many sentients focus their entire olfactory capacity into a single piece of anatomy."
Molly Fullin: "Right here..." she taps on the end of her muzzle, "and we do it mostly because it's most efficient for us. Not really a conscious choice, it just works better above ground. Or more of it's the plan that originally worked, and nothing really managed to outdo it."
Youkai Morningstar: < PG starts typing up idea for possible chat RP >
Eleuterius Penfield: "Y...yeah, I think so. Thanks."
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo chew chew chews and murrs a little before swallowing. @_@ "Yum!!"
Quizt: "Ha! A primer on evolutionary process." It seems pleased, rather than offended. "Of course. It is more a general curiousity of why you evolved one way, and my own species evolved quite another. Excuse me, you might find this disturbing." There's a sudden rush of water as the great jellyfish body contracts, and Quizt starts raising more tentacles out of the water, into the waiting suit. "There is a corrosive chemical in this water. Is it quite safe for you to be in it?"
Dispea: "There, the brownie makes it alllll better. *Patting the poor excited vixen on the head* "How about we head belowdecks, nice and safe, with our brownies? Could play some games in the arcade or look for one of the dance halls."
Ginger Malloy: She spits the blood out of her mouth, even though, oddly, it tastes almost...pleasant. Shaking her head, she suddenly feels very tired...and very odd. She starts to shrink down into her human form, fortunately tripping over a deck chair and winding up wrapped in the towel therein in the process. Ta-da! No ratings violation!
Mezzo D'octieve: "Good... ieea." She gets up, takes the stash and has Dispea lead on.
Molly Fullin: "Chlorine? To a degree, yes, mostly because I don't absorb it and my fur doesn't have dyes in it. If you're particularly sensitive, I can ask the crew to increase the filter power and remove it... it's there for convenience in sanitation."
Eleuterius Penfield: "Whoa!" And 'Looter was quick to help her up as she took a tumble, offering his jacket. "Here...I keep telling you to wear your neckbag..."
Youkai Morningstar: < bleh... realizes his idea probably won't work out as a chat... relies too much on background restrictions... >
Molly Fullin: (( Eh, you can run a chat as tight or loose as you want, Dru. I'd just suggest closed/sign-ups if there's restrictions. ))
Ginger Malloy: "Y-yeah...I know..." She trails off as he wraps the jacket around her, and smiles. Boy, she's acting odd. She should be a lot more upset about doing that much damage to someone, threatening Eli or not. At least, now that the danger's over.
Quizt: "No no. It is mildly irritating, nothing more." Through an utterly disgusting process of squirming undulations, complete with squirting, the huge jellyfish pulls itself out of the pool, and somehow crams its entire body into the little mechanical body. The exposed portion of the jellyfish bulges from the mechanical thing, as if stuffed in far too tight. Then the dome closes, and it manages to pull the last of itself inside, to squish up tight against the curve of the dome-head. "But as I said, I must make notes. An entire variety of sensations and observations. I am not the first Shshhn to so explore a mammal, of course. But your co-operation is greatly valued."
Youkai Morningstar: < yeah, it'll be closed.. trying to explain the idea in a post so I can have sign-ups >
Molly Fullin: She nods, then checks to make sure her suit's on straight still... it feels like it's still crossing her boobs in the right place, but she feels just to be sure.
Eleuterius Penfield: He's just glad the succubus' blood wasn't adversely affecting her. Oh...wait...
Molly Fullin: "You're welcome. If you'd like any other questions answered, feel free to ask."
Quizt: Always wise to check after being felt up by an alien. "Oh, there are always more questions." That disturbing laugh again. "However... Do your species use vocalized designations to determine and define the identity of a given individual?"
Ginger Malloy: Yeah...about that... Ginger giggles and puts her arms around his neck. M'zesciel's blood, like that of many of those who feed on amorous feelings, is a rather powerful aphrodesiac. "Mmm...I'm glad you're all in one piece..."
Molly Fullin: She nods, "Sorta? My name's Molly Fullin, normally shortened to Molly, though my stripes and fur colors are distinctive within those actually in The Dream." Those stripes would be quite a bit brighter than her regular fur to him... the latter flat-out absorbs UV, while the stripes reflect it. They'd probably glow on more normal spectrums if they were exposed to intense UV.
Eleuterius Penfield: He nodded. "Yeah...guess I was lucky you showed up."
Quizt: "You are more physically distinctive than most of the bipedal mammalian sentients I have encountered. However I've found most prefer to be refered to by their vocal designation rather than the serial number I assign their specific biometrics." Quizt seems quite pleased. "It has been a pleasure interacting with you, Molly."
Ginger Malloy: She runs a hand up and down his back. "Well, I knew you had to have poofed somewhere, and here seemed as likely a place as any..."
Youkai Morningstar: < [LINK] >
Molly Fullin: "Indeed, it's nice to know you, too... I don't suppose you have something you'd like to be called, other than one that looks like a jellyfish?"
Quizt: "Quizt of the Shshhn," the creature burbles. "That is my vocal name."
Youkai Morningstar: < *crosses his fingers that he isn't going to make a big ol' fool of himself with this chat* >
Eleuterius Penfield: "Well I'm glad your alright...I was worried her blood might've been poisonous or somethin'..." Why's she actin' all touchy-feely all of the sudden? Ah 'Looter can be frustratingly oblivious sometimes.
Ginger Malloy: "Or something..." She huffs impatiently and kisses him. Maybe that'll give him the idea. If not, she'll just forcibly drag him somewhere more private...
Eleuterius Penfield: "Er..." And then he's kissed! A perfect opportunity to drag him off...
Ginger Malloy: RAR! And so she does! ((And so her player takes herself off to bed!))
Youkai Morningstar: And stretching his wings, Youkai gives a bow to the cruisers still awake and steps back through a portal to Hell.
Bob the Outcast: ((Yeah, me too. I'm out of here.))
Bob the Outcast: ((See you all in a week))
Molly Fullin: "Alright, Quizt of the Shshhin... she can't quite pronounce that one... and this being a luxury cruise liner, Ginger finds someplace nice and cozy. (( Take care all ))
Xaila: (( Rawr! ))
Xaila: (( Sweet icky dreams! ))