Molly Fullin: And, so, welcome to Cruisin' Dream. Mid-afternoon on the aft deck of the SS Dreamline, the pool's presently empty as Molly leans on the railing, looking out to sea. She is dressed, perhaps appropriately, in black. Granted, this is her custom anyhow, and the black happens to be a bikini, but it is black nonetheless.
James Orcist Rayner: (( *shakes head* Life is full of stupid people..Damnit.))
Krinele Fullin: In a different course of action, though, her sister sits in the shade, tails cascading around her chair as she types on a laptop. She's in what could be called a somewhat fruity sundress, and looks to be just searching for a change of pace.
Xaila: The teacup pandy... has a pair of sunglasses on and zinc on her nose. Blue.
Molly Fullin: Molly continues to pat the pandy, who can likely hear her humming some song... Breathe by Anna Nalick, particularly.
Xaila: Wark. Belch. Oooo... chicken. Don't ask.
Molly Fullin: Her nose wrinkles slightly, "Been in the kitchen?"
Xaila: Wag wag wag. "Chrrrip!" That's a yes.
Quizt: A strange little metal dwarf toddles along the deck, the gooey mess of jelly under its domed-head enjoying the sun as much as anyone. Even though without his suit Quizt wouldn't tan so much as he would dry up like a booger.
Xaila: Oooo... creme the booger >.>
PF: Perches somewhere.
Krinele Fullin: Krinele looks at the foxen, "Hey, troublemaker."
PF: Krin gets one of those "who, me?" looks!
Quizt: Visual recognition, especially from behind, is not a particularly easy task for Quizt. It requires sophisticated computer aid, though he is helped along by the limited population of the cruise ship, and a tail-count makes it somewhat easier to tell some mammals from others. But his tone is still speculative as he comes up behind Molly. "Molly Fullin?" He raises his stubby arms to 'lean' on the railing, looking like a little kid trying to get a better view. "You are looking well today."
Chat Cat Prime: *is sprawled out on a lounge chair, and tosses one of those jerky beef tips in the direction of PF*
Quizt: Not that he actually has any idea if she's looking 'well', but he has a whole dictionary full of polite greetings stored in his suit computer.
Molly Fullin: She smiles down at him, "Ah, hello Quizt, thank you. It's a nice day, just been mulling over stuff myself."
Sgt. Kael: (( I'm back everybody. ))
Quizt: "Ah," Quizt says cheerfully. "I too have been mulling. I have been mulling your Internet. Did you know these rooms have connections to Internet?" A couple dark button eyes peer at the tiny pandy.
Chat Cat Prime: *Waves through the 4th wall to KaelPG*
Molly Fullin: "Yes, I did. The Dream Cruise fleet boasts a very good connection, particularly for such mobile vessels," she comments. Ah, small talk!
PF: He munches on the jerky!
Xaila: Teacup pandy's ears go 'perk!' and she makes little warky noises.
Chat Cat Prime: *tosses another piece of jerky in the direction of the teacup pandy*
Quizt: "It is fascinating," Quizt goes on, not really understanding why mobile vessels might have poor connections. Afterall, the crashed starship that accidentally uplifted his civilization was extremely mobile, yet could communicate instantly over hundreds of parsecs. "I discovered a database, which I have been mulling."
Molly Fullin: "Hmm. Which one, if I might ask?"
Xaila: It lands in her ear. This makes her make a very unhappy face. :<
Chat Cat Prime: Doh!
Quizt: "It is called Wikipedia. It is quite fascinating. It seems to mostly be about some kind of star war, though it has a great deal of clutter information about various other topics that seem out of place."
Angus Weaver: Angus is simply lounging in trunks, eyes closed. One might think he was asleep, if it weren't for his fingers tapping to the Nightwish piped into his headphones.
Molly Fullin: Teacup Pandy might soon have a harder time holding on, as Molly doubles over laughing.
PF: If he were going to be around much longer, he'd go hunting up a Kisty-cutie. But alas, work soon.
Kisty: The P-foxen gets a dart-by pouncing by a silvery vixen who's off into the ship again in a blur.
Chat Cat Prime: *doesn't have time to react to Kisty's presence to feed her before she's off*
PF: !?!!?! And he's off, following her!
Quizt: Quizt steps back a little, startled and not certain if he's offended. Not to mention he doesn't want a hysterical vixen tripping over him.
Molly Fullin: "I'm sorry, that's... that's probably one of the most accurate descriptions I've heard in a while, and your etic viewpoint on it helps," she smiles, "It amused me."
Angus Weaver: Blinking, Angus waves to the leaving avatars, then lies back again.
Quizt: "Ah!" Quizt says. "I am happy to amuse, Molly Fullin!"
Xaila: "WARK!" Teacup down! Teacup down!
Molly Fullin: Molly looks towards the teacup Pandy, who hopefully is still on deck.
Xaila: Yes. In a fluffy heap. With jerky on her head. ^><^
Molly Fullin: Molly smiles to Quizt, then reaches down and picks up the pandy, cradling the little one comfortingly and picking the jerky off, offering it to her gently.
Xaila: With a little chirp and a snuggle, Teacup digs in!
Quizt: Quizt watches, always the curious observer.
Chat Cat Prime: *shifts positions for a moment, then idly speaks* "Quiet night tonight. I suppose that's to be expected."
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy opens a door from nowhere and quietly enters.
Xaila: Teacup's a little piggy who messily wolfs down the jerky piece, then gives a happy belch.
Chat Cat Prime: *Waves to starzy, then tosses another jerky piece near Teacup*
Andrew (Dru) Graham: "Yo, all."
Angus Weaver: Angus holds a hand to his ear, and drops the volume to hear people. "Yeah... but it's not a bad day, really." He waves to Starzy, sitting up.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: (ps - Angus, if you're going to join Varan, you should do so tonight... there will be a GM post either tonight or tomorrow depending on when inspiration hits me)
Angus Weaver: (( I need to check with you about some specifics, actually... ))
Xaila: Who shrinks back to avoid it going in her ear!
Chat Cat Prime: *tossed the piece short, as he didn't want it to land in her ear*
Angus Weaver: Watching the arc of the jerky... "Think she'll catch it in her mouth eventually?"
Andrew (Dru) Graham: (( shoot me a PM or ask me here :) ))
Chat Cat Prime: "Only if she wants it to."
Xaila: Makes a face at Angus and barks. Only it sounds like a chihuahua squeak.
Angus Weaver: "Not going to happen tonight, I guess." He smiles, and shrugs at the little pandy.
Quizt: Quizt places his hands on the railing again, looking out to sea. Of course he's also looking back over the deck, and in all other directions, too. The advantage of having eyes all around your head.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy scratchs his chin and looks at me. "Are you sure?" I nod. "Ok, we'll take them out for a test run.. but only one of them at a time." Starzy vanishes leaving a portal for a trial avatar to manifest...
Andrew (Dru) Graham: There's a slight popping sound and a cat boy appears where Starzy had been. "Nyah!"
Molly Fullin: Molly looks over at the appearing catboy, "Oh... I'm so glad that my player's keeping the explosive catgirls away from that one."
Angus Weaver: Angus... blinks at the cat boy. "'Allo?"
Chat Cat Prime: *looks up and waves to the catboy*
Andrew (Dru) Graham: The catboy holds up his fingers in a "V" formation. "Yo!"
Angus Weaver: (( PM sent with silly questions. I'll check email for the response. ))
Andrew (Dru) Graham: (( nod, reading it in another tab ))
Andrew (Dru) Graham: ( answered ))
Andrew (Dru) Graham: The catboy looks around. "Wow, not much goin' on around here, ne?"
Chat Cat Prime: "Nope."
Angus Weaver: "'fraid not... it's an odd day."
Molly Fullin: Molly nods, "I'll be back in a second..." ... With that, she heads over to a keypad, types in a quick code, and then starts fussing with a screen that appears. Moments later, Neil Diamond's "Can Anybody Hear Me?" starts pulsing on the aft speakers.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: The catboy stares blankly at the speakers and scratches his head. "Don't know that one."
Angus Weaver: Angus clicks off his headphones and listens in, humming along a bit.
Molly Fullin: Well, it's not long before a somewhat more obscure song comes on - James Taylor's "Fire and Rain" (performed by Rodger Whittaker)...
Sgt. Kael: Kael makes an entrance to the top deck of the boat, sliding himself to a railing somewhere y himself.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: The catboy shakes his head. "Nope, don't know that one either," he says with a smile. "Got any with taiko drums? I like taiko drums."
Molly Fullin: Molly looks over the list, and switches it to an instrumental set, from a CD called "TeaMind Music"...
Xaila: (( Teacup Xai is in your hands guys. I think I should stop intruding on Jorick's hospitality. I mean ferchristsake I've even stolen his CHAIR (although it is cushy)... ))
Angus Weaver: (( Eep! Well, we'll see you later then. ))
Andrew (Dru) Graham: ( bye Xai )
Andrew (Dru) Graham: The catboy smiles at the new music.
Xaila: (( I'll be back as uhh soon as possible. Just don't dye my other self a funny colour pleassseee :D ))
Chat Cat Prime: *Waves through the 4th wall to Xaila*
Molly Fullin: So, Molly dips Teacup Xai in some hot pink Rit. Or maybe not.
Chat Cat Prime: *chuckles at the mental image of dying the fluffball a nice neon blue*
Chat Cat Prime: *Would probably end up in traction if he did*
Anarg'e: (( <_< >_> ))
Chat Cat Prime: *has a mental image of the booth accidentally landing in the pool*
Anarg'e: The mental image is performed by an orbital drop-pod (cardboard, of course).
Anarg'e: SPLASH! Hssss... you may want to get the smoldering wreckage out before it potentially clogs up the filter, but the booth might be lurking in there.
Angus Weaver: Angus is now drenched, three tails and all... "Feh. Only a matter of time..."
Chat Cat Prime: *looks up at the spash and shakes his head* "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Anything can happen around here."
Krinele Fullin: Krinele looks over what now appears to definately be a ruggedized laptop, picking it up and shaking the water off of it, "Ungh."
Chat Cat Prime: "Is that cardboard mess what I think it is?"
Andrew (Dru) Graham: The catboy tilts his head.
Molly Fullin: The cardboard is quickly scooped out by some of the crew, with long sticks, and the parts that don't do strange things like shake themselves off and try to bite are put into plastic bags for recycling.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: The catboy disappears with a pop and Starzy returns reading a newspaper conspicuously missing the Classifieds section since I'll be combing those myself...
Chat Cat Prime: "I've seen on a few occasions a cardboard monster which takes the form of a booth."
Anarg'e: Some of the sticks come back significantly shorter.
Chat Cat Prime: *glances around, then scoops up a piece of notebook paper. After scribbling on it for a couple moments, he folds it into a paper airplane, and tries to throw it into Dru's mun bubble*
Molly Fullin: They seem ready for this, and one of them gets an aluminum pole to start prodding.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: *if Dru knew what his mun bubble was, he'd know how to react*
Chat Cat Prime: Mun bubble = OOC bubble
Angus Weaver: "..." Angus edges away from the pool as much as possible. "I'm not getting involved with that thing again." Wet tails are a pathetic sight, really.
Krinele Fullin: "He doesn't use them, CCP."
Chat Cat Prime: "Ah. I haven't interacted with him enough to know that."
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy intercepts the airplane and opens it up to read it, showing it to the screen so I can read it too.
Anarg'e: The aluminum pole, sadly, also gets munged.
Molly Fullin: Well, the tooth-marks are inspected if they get the pole back, and cross-referenced with Jane's Combat Cardboard Entities, particularly the "tooth-marks" section.
Chat Cat Prime: The note is fairly short, though not in the most legible writing. "Sorry if we haven't been the most conductive to avatar testing. I think most of the players present are a tad distracted with recent events."
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Not a big deal. I should be looking for work and trying to be Buddhist about all the noise my upstairs neighbor is making anyway
Anarg'e: They find it under 'Cardboard Immortal.' Easily killable with fire or an axe, tendency to respawn nearby (or in a specific location), and a portal for a belly. That's the important bits, largely, although the picture is rather graphic.
Anarg'e: It features sheep.
Xaila: Teacup Pandy is NOT pink... is she? D:
Chat Cat Prime: *looks over at teacup, and doesn't think she is*
Molly Fullin: "Gotta love the Newzie editors... so much concern for sheep," one of them comments, while another mutters "Get the crane." And no, she's not pink, Molly was just joking.
Angus Weaver: Angus shrugs at Dru (yes, the PG) and takes his headphones off for a moment. There's a cascade of water as his fur dries and fluffs itself, then he puts them back on. "Been there. Some people forget how late it is, I guess."
Xaila: Phew. Teacup snuggles Molly!
Molly Fullin: Molly snuggles back, as a sheep is dangled overtop of the pool like some sort of fishing bait.
Xaila: She's too small to sheep-pounce! (( *stabs Trillian* LOAD ))
Andrew (Dru) Graham: aah now I know what my neighbor was doing.. that noise was her exercise machine... thought I was going insane
Molly Fullin: It's for the booth, actually... the crew's trying to lure it out of the pool.
Angus Weaver: "... Huh. Active, at least." Angus then gets distracted by the crew -- what on earth are they doing with a sheep?
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy levitates the pool abotu 20' straight up, leaving the non-pool contents where they are.
Anarg'e: Unfortunately, the booth can only travel in small hops, so it lingers under bits of cardboard. It so wants that sheep. But aforementioned meat product is out of range. Grrr. Bubbles pop up underneath it.
Chat Cat Prime: *wonders where the sheep came from*
Anarg'e: And now it's at the bottom of the pool, beneath a large amount of water. >_>? "Rawr?" As bits of cardboard are spread everywhere. The sheep is no doubt suffocating.
Anarg'e: Or is it drowning?
Molly Fullin: They start to lower the fortunately for it dead creature down, and just submerge it overtop of the booth. Suspended by sturdy wire. Booth-fishing.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy sighs and reverses what he's levitating, putting the pool where the cardboard was and the cardboard where the pool was.
Chat Cat Prime: *goes looking in a pocket and finds an envelope labeled 'instant chaos, just add booth'*
Anarg'e: The booth leaps up for the sheep! Yay sheep! And the suddenly it finds itself sitting ontop of the crane, and looking perfectly baffled as more bits of cardboard rain down around it. "...Rawr?" It hops around in a circle.
Angus Weaver: "..." Angus makes a few signs in the air, eyes half closed, mouthing something all the while, ending with his hands together by the fingers in front of him.
Molly Fullin: There's definatley a bit of "What the?" from the crew as the pool moved around, and the cardboard's suddenly on top of the crane. Oh, there's the booth. And, look, there's another sheep at the end of the crane.
Anarg'e: "RAWR!" It goes after the nearest sheep and/or person, having it's single-minded homicidal focus triggered after gathering information.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy debates having the sheep, crane and cardboard all swap personalities... then thinks about that statement... and decides to skip it. :D
Anarg'e: ((Augh, sheep from XXXX!))
'Spect: *appears.*
Angus Weaver: Having settled his own mind, Angus gets the heck out of booth-range, heading for the balcony, and makes sure he's ready for an emergency teleport if the time comes.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy waves at 'Spect.
Chat Cat Prime: *looks between 'Spect and the booth* "Why am I thinking this could be a dangerous battle?"
'Spect: *Waves at Starzy, then waves to everyone else, adding however many limbs she might need to assign one to wave at each person.*
Angus Weaver: When he has time to notice, he waves to the appearing 'Spect.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy decides to proceed with the afformentioned personality switch between the cardboard, crane and sheep... let's see which one eats which...
Chat Cat Prime: *wonders if he'll need to fire up GDB to sort out the cause of the universe coredump*
'Spect: *dips an empty cup into the pool, by the time she raises it to drink from it, the poolwater in the cup has turned to hot cocoa with lawful marshmallows.*
Molly Fullin: The sheep is definately closest, and the crew remark that the illustration's pretty spot-on.
Angus Weaver: Angus is watching 'Spect intently, on the grounds that this doesn't involve finding out what just happened to the sheep.
Molly Fullin: Up until the sheep gains the booth's personality, the booth gains the crane's very lazy personality, and the crane gains the sheep's personality.
Anarg'e: And then in a surprisingly vicious turnaround, the sheep mauls the booth, leaking blood and other materials over. It growls unnaturally while glancing about, sniffing. Are those red eyes? No, must be the blood.
Anarg'e: "Baa."
Angus Weaver: Looking back at the carnage, he's rather surprised at what happens. "I really hope the booth is still what respawns..."
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy ponders this latest development.
Molly Fullin: The other sheep, formerly dead, also seemed to get the booth's personality, and respawns next to the other sheep. "Bleeat."
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy ponders this further.
'Spect: Holds out a cup of hot cocoa for Angus
Anarg'e: "Mehs?" It looks at the other sheep-self.
Molly Fullin: It lunges for the crane, and starts mauling it. The crane whimpers in terror.
Angus Weaver: Angus takes the offered cup of cocoa. "Thanks!" As he sips it, he starts binding himself to the cruiser with TK. After a few seconds, he's floating slowly off the balcony.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy conjures a taco platter for himself while he watches.
Anarg'e: The woozy sheep falls to attacking the crane it currently stands on... before falling literally, going into shock from bloodloss before dying from either organ failure or drowning in the pool.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy makes the pool play taps for the woozy sheep.
Anarg'e: The pool is now a wonderful pink color. Quick, Molly! Dye Xaila!
Molly Fullin: The crew look at each other... wondering if that one's going to respawn.
Xaila: Teacup gets the **** out of there and runs for the inside of the ship.
Molly Fullin: You mean like how Molly's retreated to her room?
Anarg'e: Red eyes loom before Teacup.
Angus Weaver: Angus is now a good two meters over the balcony and rising, but seems fixed to the spot otherwise from the ship's perspective. "I don't know how to stop that thing. I tried a few years ago..."
Anarg'e: If it's a hallway, otherwise it just looms at nothing and looks silly if she's already in a room.
Chat Cat Prime: *Joins in the exodus, in part because he needs to be heading for sleep*
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy turns the remaining sheep into a cardboard sheep... soggy cardboard sheep...
Xaila: Teacup snarls at the red eyes on her retreat.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: ( night CCP )
Chat Cat Prime: ((Take care everyone, and live life to it's fullest.))
Anarg'e: ((Huh. <_< I never thought of how many people have tried to scour the booth off the face of the Dream.))
Xaila: (( Bonne nuit CP. ))
Anarg'e: The booth gives chase! But Teacup is much faster than hopping wood products.
Anarg'e: ((Night CP.))
Angus Weaver: (( G'night, CP. Ah, and I don't know how many did, but you really didn't make it easy. ))
Anarg'e: ((...But all you have to do is jog a safe distance... <_< ))
Sgt. Kael: (( Good evening, everyone.. ))
Anarg'e: ((Heyo KaelPG.))
Angus Weaver: "Break it, it reforms. Smash it to pieces, it reforms. Set fire to it, it chases you anyway, burns down, then reforms."
Angus Weaver: (( We... are on... a ship. *K-9 voice* ))
Andrew (Dru) Graham: ( hi Kael )
Xaila: Teacup can also climb the freakin' wall and run on the ceiling.
Anarg'e: ((True, better keep it out of the engine room.))
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy looks up at Angus, "Have you tried reversing its causality? Reassemble it first? Then it should spontaneously destroy itself."
Sgt. Kael: (( How is everyone, tonight? I am enjoying the spring weather. It has finally graced us with +10C weather, up in Soviet-Canuckastan. ))
Anarg'e: There's that too. Still, the 'board gives dogged chase!
Krinele Fullin: "I'm inching closer to getting the AMS at baseline ready..." Krinele comments, still sitting on a chair somewhat oblivious to the surroundings.
Angus Weaver: (( I'm still dealing with 15+ C changes daily. Nights get down near freezing. ))
Angus Weaver: "Hmm..." Angus sits on the air, still rising, listening but keeping eyes and ears out for ballistic sheep or booths.
Xaila: Teacup growls and throws a paw into the air. "GODDESS PANDY POWER, MAKE UP!" [Insert really interesting paralyzing magical transformation here]
Anarg'e: It's currently chasing Teacup through hallways, although she may have escaped into a vent.
Anarg'e: Or it's suddenly baffled by a magical transformation. It tries to eat the sparkles.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy proactively mourns the fate of the cardboard now that Xaila has gone into her henshin sequence.
Sgt. Kael: (( Heh. I went for a nice walk today, out into one of the less populated areas of the park. Brought my acoustic guitar along- played outside. It was relaxing. So glad the snow's all gone. ))
Angus Weaver: Belatedly, Angus answers Starzy. "I don't know if that would really work. It'd probably just make two booths." He shrugs, finally fixed 4 meters over the balcony. "I even tried dispelling it; nothing. I don't know if it can be destroyed from here at all."
Xaila: Teacup is no longer tiny and cute! She's now full anthro and fully LOADED! Dressed up tighter than Laura Croft, the transformed Goddess Pandy points a sparkling blue gun at the booth. "I'm tired of you magical beings thinking that because I'm a lesser Goddess you can try to kill me! I stand for love, justice and the spirit of creativity!" Twirl twirl pose. "I. Am. XAILA!" XO
Xaila: (( Snow... evil. How can you people stand it. ))
Sgt. Kael: (( Well, by stand it, you mean, stand in it- with snowpants, of course. ))
Anarg'e: Unfortunately for Xaila, the booth is attempting to kill her merely because she has a heartbeat. It responds by trying to eat the gun while she talks.
Angus Weaver: He claps. Even without being able to see that happen, that incantation's got some kick.
Molly Fullin: Molly also claps, but because Xai's got a tight shirt on over double-dee's.
Angus Weaver: (( Snow's pretty to look at -- not so much to shovel. ))
Xaila: "... asdfghjkl... screw this. FIRE!" XO She fires the gun and a blast of shining blue energy bursts out of the mouth... and into the mouth of the booth. The booth will either go flying out of the hallway on fire... or... go flying out of the hallway as a cute little harmless chinese takeout box.
Krinele Fullin: "Dat once got a papercut from one of those..."
Anarg'e: There's a soft "vwoip" noise as the blast reacts with the portal stomach. The booth implodes into a small paper back and then detonates messily, spreading the last bits of what it ate (mostly water and organs) around.
Angus Weaver: "Even so, hoping for the takeout box. It might slow down, then." He scrys on the action, smiling.
Xaila: She gets splattered with organs. "... I look like an extra from Carrie..."
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy hands Xaila a towel through a portal.
Angus Weaver: "Eh, we can have that cleaned up..." He crosses his fingers, hoping the essence of Magical Girl will keep the booth gone.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy hands Angus a secret weapon... bane of paper products everywhere... a plastic newspaper tie... "Bind it in that next time. It'll never get lose again."
Xaila: She takes it and cleans herself off. "Ugh. Fur's ruined for the night." She starts to unzip... something.
Anarg'e: Yes. The booth has returned home to where it belongs. For now.
Molly Fullin: "You know, I do have a shower in here," Molly jerks her thumb at her room.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: "That was quick... didn't even wait to find out what Xaila was unzipping." Starzy smirks.
Xaila: She looks at Molly... and her face falls off. No wait, her whole head. "Not needed." Says the vixen in the shell.
Angus Weaver: Angus just stares at the tie, holding it in both hands. "Is this stronger than normal?"
Anarg'e: ((...Xaila wears fursuits?))
Sgt. Kael: (( Hm. I'd like to go IC, but I fear I'd ruin the silliness. I think I'll just stay out here in my bubble and watch. ))
Andrew (Dru) Graham: "No, but when was the last time you saw newspaper escape one?"
Xaila: No Xaila wears disguises. Her version of transmography makes her unzip the current form and shed it to gain another. And so the pandy form melts into a puddle at a golden five-tail's feet. "Better. Allll clean."
Angus Weaver: "... You really have to stop doing that." The whole suited Xaila thing is still kinda creepy.
Xaila: "Why does everyone seem to dislike my version of changing forms..." Pout.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy looks at Angus, reaches up, grabs his own head and twists it like a soda bottle top... to which froth spills out of Starzy's neck covering him completely. When it clears, he looks like himself except a nine-tailed kitsune version of himself.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: (Starzy, that is to say, not Angus :D )
Angus Weaver: Angus, meanwhile, raises an eyebrow at Xaila, and then brings his hand up to his head. Unless she brings up a mental shield really quickly, she's treated to an illusionary theatre of Angus taking his own skin off, to reveal himself underneath with five tails. He then turns the skin inside out, revealing it red and raw underneath.
Xaila: She's not quite capable of thwarting mental thoughts. But they all hear a scream of "THAT'S JUST SICK AND WRONG!"
Angus Weaver: "Because I see this in my head every time you do that? And keep expecting blood to gush out." Everyone else saw nothing more than Angus going through the motions and splitting his tails to five, then discarding... nothing.
Angus Weaver: "It never does, thankfully, but still..." He shudders again.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy chuckles to himself.
Xaila: She holds up the pandy disguise and shows the insides. It looks like a wetsuit! "Sicko!" XO
Angus Weaver: That gets a sigh of relief. "You never told me that before."
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy unzips the back of his head and his kitsune shape falls off revealing a biology class anatomical model beneath.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: All the plastic organs spill out onto the groups. "Woops."
Andrew (Dru) Graham: er ground..
Angus Weaver: "..." Angus pointedly doesn't look at Starzy right now. "Pull yourself together."
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Little hands reach out of the organs and pull themselves back up into the body before grabbing the discarded kitsune skin and pulling it on and zipping it up from the inside.
Xaila: "Poser." Snort.
Angus Weaver: Angus can't help it -- the movement drew him in. He stares at this in silence, then clears his throat. "... Right! Hmm, now that I think about it, this the weirdest day in the cruise."
DM Kocher: *suddenly a PG that was asleep on deck wakes up, and starts laughing at Starzy's accident. She also mumbles something about it being called a homunculus.*
Andrew (Dru) Graham: "Imitation is the sincerest form... yadda yadda," Starzy says, exploding into butterflies and reforming in his more conventional form.
Angus Weaver: Angus finally cancels the TK holding him up, and lands back on the balcony, laughing. "Well, a little reality warping spices things up, doesn't it? Though I hope for a little less vicious cardboard next time."
Krinele Fullin: Krin looks up from her laptop... "Right, how about pirates?"
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy holds up a finger. "I know just the avatar.. he's been gone from the Dream for a while."
Andrew (Dru) Graham: "Of course, technically, he's a space pirate these days..."
Angus Weaver: "Vegas pirates, or the real kind?"
DM Kocher: This PG just gives the 'Spinner sleepy, shifty eyes at her suggestion. >_>
Krinele Fullin: "Yes, I mean you, Kocher," then she sticks her tongue out at Angus.
DM Kocher: From under her deck chair she pulls out a hat. And then spouts of a line from her most recent exposure to pirates. "I'm Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate!"
Xaila: "... Molly save me!" She knocks on the 'Spinner's door. D:
DM Kocher: "You fight like a dairy farmer!"
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy: <.< >.>
Angus Weaver: He sticks his own out right back. "Okay, okay..." And then looks around, confused. "Er... Monkey Island?"
Molly Fullin: Molly blinks, and goes ahead and opens the door.
Xaila: The vixen barrels into the room!
DM Kocher: The player god points at Angus like she has a sword, as he has gotten the reference. "How appropriate, you fight like a cow!"
Djet Munroe: Starzy vanishes only to be replaced by an oddly familiar face ( [LINK] ). "What the...!?"
Djet Munroe: (( mental note: NEED to SERIOUSLY correct his bio here... ))
Angus Weaver: Angus smiles broadly and nods at the PG, then sees movement near Starzy again. Well, where he was. "Er... hello there."
Djet Munroe: Djet narrows his eyes at everyone. "Ok, is this where I think it is or are you people some sort of Fael plot to mess with my head again?"
DM Kocher: Somehow managing to keep herself from saying, "Hey baby, you can be my Elaine any day" the PG goes back to talking to Krin. "I hope that was enough for you."
Angus Weaver: "Since I have no idea what the second option is... Where do you think you are?"
Djet Munroe: "This is that... Cat place..."
Angus Weaver: "Mmmyup."
Djet Munroe: ( there, cleaned up his profile )
Djet Munroe: "How the frack did I get back here?"
Angus Weaver: He shrugs, and points past Djet without thinking. "Ash hi... oh, wait. Never mind."
Angus Weaver: Sitting back, he tries to sort out his thoughts. "Sorry, today's just been one weird thing aftera nother. Who are you, I guess, for starters?"
Molly Fullin: And that's it for today, folks!