Molly Fullin: Welcome to a fine evening with Cruisin' Dream! The SS Dreamline's presently offshore of a lovely tropical island, with regular boat launches passing back and forth to a rich sandy beach, complete with stereotypical tiki torches, a smoker-pit barbecue, and a well-disguised music system.
Molly Fullin: Molly, for her part, is already indulging in a bit of dancing to the music. Drums, reeds, and a strings of various sorts in a relatively primal beat. Goes well with her coconut-weave bikini and grass skirt.
Angus Weaver: Angus, meanwhile, is sitting down sideways in a hammock, watching things unfold as he eats. It's something from the grill slapped between two pieces of bread, and a little more sauce than he'd like. He's in shorts, and jacket-less for the warm weather.
Trabia Selphie: *There's a semi-bamf sound and a young lady appears inside the cruise ship, she has a rather... welll... She has a piece of tissue stuck up her nose. Other than that, she has semi-damp shoulder-length black hair with highlights, a pair of orange glasses and is rather nicely clad in... mismatched black chequered shorts and a shirt that reads "Ignorance is bliss" and has a picture of a little happy fish (small) that is about to be eaten by an even happier big fish.*
Molly Fullin: Molly seems absorbed in her own dance, swaying her body around and swirling her tails much like a human dancer might use fans or scarves. On the beach, mind you.
Trabia Selphie: *We apologise, in that case, the young lady is on the beach, she read incorrectly. She is currently typing into what seems to be a portable communication device with a dangly thing on it. She has swopped her glasses for sunglasses.*
Angus Weaver: Halfway through the sandwich now, Angus quirks an eyebrow at the oddly dressed lady. "Hello?"
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (*CFB sniffs at Angus's sammich.* Is it beef?)
Angus Weaver: ( Possibly. I didn't look too closely... ) (( *PG tries grabbing a random Bar avatar and tossing into IC* ))
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (You cannibal! *Is grabbed.* ACK!)
Trabia Selphie: *The lady looks at Angus!* Oh, hello there, how are you? Nice weather out here isn't it? I'm glad I came out here from where I am, it's freezing there.
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: *Sesame quietly swims in the ocean, a good distance from the beach. Checking for sharks and such.*
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (Hrm... If Sesame was Queen of the Ocean and Ice... I bet she would have Sharks as her Secret Assassins and stuff. Hee.)
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (I think that was Post #2... *Ponders.* )
Angus Weaver: "Yup, it's really nice around here!" He gives Molly a nod, admiring the dance, before turning to Trabia again. "Hmm... Come a long way, then?" He works his way down to two bites, the sandwich still dribbling a bit of sauce onto the sand. (( If it's okay, I'll refer to the lady as Trabia just as shorthand... ))
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: *Satisfied, Sesame amuses herself by creating some surfing waves, on a different part of the beach from the trio.*
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: *Some penguins frolic among the huge waves. One of them is REALLY fat. Another one is just buff. And one is just... short. And well, a bunch are just watching.*
Trabia Selphie: *Not a problem, not a problem* I came on a semi-successful download, so to speak. *She grins at Angus* Your sandwich is leaking. *Did Angus blink? The lady now seems to be clad in the shirt and a black sports bikini bottom. It has a white tick on it, barely visible.*
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: *One baby pengy keeps jumping into the water, intent on a plan of Little Rascals proportions.*
Angus Weaver: "Download... never heard it called that before." He finishes off the sandwich. "Yeah, it's a bit messy." He shrugs, then does a double take. "... Huh. Guess you're dressed for it now. Somehow." He catches pengy movement out of the corner of his eye, but doesn't pay it much mind yet.
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: *A pretty lifeguard keeps rescuing him, hanging him upside-down to drain the water out. She knows this game, and is NOT giving him CPR.*
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (Wait... what movie is that? Not Little Rascals, is it?)
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (With humans, not pengies.)
Molly Fullin: (( Sandlot. ))
Trabia Selphie: *The lady looks at Angus* I am sort of. *Angus, did you blink again? Now she has a bikini top, very modest one too. Sports bikini. One piece, rather, and it has a white tick on the centre, where her ample cleavage is. Also, she has been unfortunate enough to purchase a bikini not quite made for her body, so there's a tiny roll of fat bulging over the bikini bottom. No washboard stomach for this lady.*
Trabia Selphie: *Okay, so tiny roll of fat is a mistatement. it is a roll of fat. not tiny.*
Angus Weaver: No, he didn't blink that time; he's grinning, though. "You and 'Spect might get along well." He gets up, licking sauce off the tips of his fingers discreetly, then points to the grill. "Either way, if you ask for something to eat there, have 'em go light on the sauce. It might drip less."
Trabia Selphie: *The tissue up her nose, remainds in her nose.*
Trabia Selphie: *The lady stops to jam it further up her nose, as it seems to be popping out for a bit there.*
Benor: *Instead of coming off the boat, Benor approaches the beach party from the opposite end, as he comes from further in the island. He's stripped down from his regular outfit, as he's missing his shirt and has his jacket draped over one shoulder, while his jeans have had their legs ripped off just above the knee. He looks around, surprised to see that a ship has landed passengers for a party*
Angus Weaver: Angus won't comment on that, really. He looks away for politeness's sake, then offers a hand to shake when she's done. "I don't think I've met you before... Name's Angus."
Molly Fullin: Molly slows her dancing just enough to wave at Benor, then is back into it.
Trabia Selphie: *The lady takes Angus's hand.* I think if I do quite say my name, I would... well, how do I expect to say this... Uh... I might cause a glitch in the current system. As the person who has my name currently already exists in the system.
Trabia Selphie: You can call me... Selena Kyle. Because I think that is a cool name and also is Catwoman.
Trabia Selphie: Or Oscar Cobblepot. Or Harleen Quinzel. Actually, you can call me Harleen Quinzel, that one sounds quite interesting.
Dietrich Farkham: ((Benor has already eaten the other survivors, I see.))
Benor: *he waves back to Molly, then cautiously takes some of the food that's available, wondering if he's about to get hustled by some kind of security*
Benor: (Shhh!)
Angus Weaver: "I don't see how saying the name would do worse than having the name, but okay, 'Harlee'." He sticks out his tongue for a second as he shakes her hand. "But if you keep that up, you might get in trouble."
Molly Fullin: Far from it. The chef greets him heartily, and welcomes him to the party. He also apologizes for intruding if Benor has claim to this island.
S.T.B.E: ((This is... open open?))
Benor: Ah...no, I'm just passing through, thanks. I don't know if anyone owns this. Can I get some of the chicken, please?
Angus Weaver: (( Open open. Really really. ))
Angus Weaver: (( On a tiki beach, mind you. No relation to the normal chat. ))
S.T.B.E: ((Oh, then the entrance will be funny for Stubby. hehe.))
Molly Fullin: "Whole thing, or just part?" He seems a boisterous, good-natured fellow, and gestures between some chicken breasts, thighs, an entire dang chicken, and platters of sliced meat.
Trabia Selphie: *The lady grins* Let's just say my being here is temporary, and I really don't want to glitch the system. The system already only has a certain set number of parameters and I've gone and filled in the bits that are missing currently, so it's okay. It's only the overlapping bits that get all glitchy if I use them. *It sounds all very complex. Oh dear.*
Benor: Just the thighs. *he's hungry, but he's not starving*
S.T.B.E: *Tunneling upward, he he comes closer to the surface, he notices the sand getting softer and softer, until he breaks though the surface, and suddenly, he is encompassed by cold, salty water!*
S.T.B.E: Warm*
Angus Weaver: "Huh. And you're interacting with our reality through this.... computer system I'd assume?" He's never heard of doing that before, not in this way, but the rest makes sense. He waves to Benor once he notices him.
Trabia Selphie: *Suddenly, she looks at her watch, the hands of which are spinning around like crazy* Oh curses, there's a bloody glitch now... Looks like I have to go. I'm sorry...
S.T.B.E: *Stubby floats upward quicly, and when he breaks the waters surface, theres an intense gleam of sunlight off his chassis, shinign like a beaon.*
Angus Weaver: "Oh dear... Well, hopefully things'll be easier next time, take care!" he says very quickly.
Molly Fullin: The chef dishes him up some nice thighs, with good glaze overtop of them, on a plate for the sake of being able to eat it, "Enjoy!"
Trabia Selphie: *She licks her lips* Yes, a computer system, to an extent. Well, yes... But now, it's time for lunch! *What a well-timed glitch. perhaps she was only planning for lunch after all. She exits, in a mindtwiting bending of reality. However, she's left behind a rather odd glitchy spot that fritzes every so often, like a TV that has been tuned incorrectly. No matter, after some time, a few strings of letters and numbers appear, surround the area where the lady once was, and restore everything to normality*
Angus Weaver: Angus merely blinks at this, making a note of it for later. "Anyone order a paradigm shift?" he mumbles.
Benor: *the human nods to Angus, and starts to eat his chicken, wondering if he should stay for long*
S.T.B.E: *Stubby unfolds, and limply floats in the water for a moment*
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (Mmmm... chicken... And yeah, Sandlot. Thanks. ^^; )
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (That's the one where he puts on the shoes, and runs away from the big dog, right?)
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (I loved that scene. XDDD)
Angus Weaver: Nodding to Benor in return, Angus half-walks, half-dances towards the middle of the beach scene, then sees a glint of light off Stubby's frame. The robot gets a headtilt.
Gumba Masta: *sproings up from below the water's surface* Ahoya!
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (*A shark eats Gumba.* XD)
Yin Zhi Yi: If there are trees, a black nose peeks out of them.
Benor: *for Benor's part, the robot gets a grimace. He looks back at Molly, wondering if she's still dancing*
Gumba Masta: Soooooo, what's going here then?Hey there, Benore! *waves at him*
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (Yin, your profile pic is broken. The one at the bottom, from Kit.)
Molly Fullin: There are indeed palm trees.
Molly Fullin: And, yes, Molly's still dancing. She's calmed down a bit, it's a slower dance now but still very... graceful and curving.
Yin Zhi Yi: (( *does the 'big woop' finger thing* ))
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (Sorry, thought you might want to know. *Goes back to lurking.*)
Benor: Hmm. *he turns away, not wanting to be caught staring at her, and nods to Gumba* Hello.
Gumba Masta: *Aproaches Benor, with dripping wet clothes* Hey, whuzz going on here?
Yin Zhi Yi: Zhi Yi was quietly watching the dancing. Can we say envious? She's not the type to well... move like that. Her dancing is more like walking in circles with a fan and swinging sleeves. Hmph. <;.;>
Benor: I really don't know. I just came here myself.
Gumba Masta: Well, but you must know where to get something to eat around here. *grins*
Benor: *he gestures to the accomodating chef*
Benor: (And I must leave to sleep.)
Angus Weaver: Angus is watching Molly, here and there, though he's trying not to stare. He hasn't noticed the fox in the tree yet. (( G'night, Benor. ))
Soy Sauce and Sesame Oil: (Gnite, Benor.)
Yin Zhi Yi: The four-tail wasn't likely to move from her spot anyway! He can keep staring (we know he even when he's 'not trying').
Ryuuiki Kakou: Zhi Yi gets a gentle backrub, "Hmm... just going to sit on the sidelines?"
Angus Weaver: Well, it's hard to be discreet about such things, yes.
Molly Fullin: Particularly when Molly catches him looking, and her show gets a bit more enticing.
Yin Zhi Yi: She looks up at Kakou and then covers her face with her sleeve, wait - she's sleeveless for now! Zhi Yi forgot she was wearing a sleeveless sun dress. Oops. "Ahh.. yes?"
Ryuuiki Kakou: He leans against the tree, then, and continues his affection, "Alright, then."
Yin Zhi Yi: She murrs quietly and leans just a bit. But then Molly's dance takes a spicy turn and Zhi Yi gasps.
Angus Weaver: Well, he'd probably be blushing if it weren't for his fur, but he's perked up a bit now, smiling and moving subtly to the beat.
Anarg'e: ((Foo.))
Xalia: (( Fuu? ))
Angus Weaver: (( Bar? ))
Anarg'e: ((*Hits Angus with re*))
Dallas: ( Where? )
Angus Weaver: (( *is clobbered with a suffix* ))
Anarg'e: ((There!))
Xalia: (( Have a care! ))
Anarg'e: ((Rare.))
Molly Fullin: She pulls her tails out from in front of herself, giving him a decent look at her markings, and holds her hand out in an invitation.
Angus Weaver: (( *stares, jabs a thumb at IC* Get down there! ))
Anarg'e: ((Mn... nah.))
Angus Weaver: After a quick look, he gives a little shrug, thinking, What could it hurt? With a broader smile he walks over, still moving in time, and takes the offered hand.
Molly Fullin: She takes his hand, then... well, it's like we were to combine a normal grass-skirt dance with something that usually involves a club, and a metal pole. Though she's replacing the pole with Angus.
Dallas: ( *So horribly lost.* )
Molly Fullin: (( We're on a beach, Molly's in a coconut-weave bikini and grass skirt. There's tiki torches around, music playing, and food available. ))
Yin Zhi Yi: Zhi Yi is definately gawking at this... and very pink-eared!
Molly Fullin: She is, fortunately, not crawling up him. :p But there's a lot of bodily contact.
Angus Weaver: Especially since he's bare-chested today. Angus can't help but chuckle a bit now. Yes, it's having 'an effect,' but he wasn't expecting this. He does his best to dance along with it, moving with her and offering his hand when needed, but he's probably stuck in the middle much of the time.
Molly Fullin: Yea, he gets stuck 'in the middle' a bit.
Yin Zhi Yi: The kitsune should be taking lessons, but instead she turns to bury her face into Kakou's chest, so she doesn't stare!
Ryuuiki Kakou: Kakou just holds her, and nuzzles her ear. So whipped.
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo, who's been off to the side by the chef chewing on bbq wonders how long that's going to go on...
Quizt: Totally in the tropical spirit, with a lei looped over his domed 'head', the mech-suited alien is splitting his attention between the dancing and a suspicious piece of roast pork.
Xaila: (( *pouts as she accidentally claws a part of her ivy-trail face paint off* D: I'm not Uma-style Poison Ivy now... ))
Molly Fullin: She does, though, calm down and start more sedate dancing alongside him, still keeping close and her tails moving. She gives Quizt a gentle wave when she notices him.
Mezzo D'octieve: "Mmm... might as well turn the music into something less island-like and more red-light..." She murmurs between bites.
Angus Weaver: "Heh, not quite twins, are you?" He remarks at the end, mostly breaking contact. He starts his own dance in counterpoint to Molly's, mostly to burn off energy, his own tail switching back and forth to the beat.
Molly Fullin: "Hmmm, me and Krin? Oh, we're twins... just certainly not identical twins," she winks.
Quizt: Quizt has systematically dissected the piece of pork, picking out veins that a normal eater would never have noticed, and tucking them safely into compartments on his environment suit. He then waddles back over to the barbecue, looking up hopefully at cook. "I would like 'chicken' this time, please." He waves back to Molly, seemingly over his back. Though to Quizt, of course, the direction he's facing is mostly irrelevant.
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo snickers at the fate of poor Angus...
Molly Fullin: The chef obliges, "More or less sauce on it?"
Quizt: "I already have plenty of sauce," Quizt says, patting a compartment on his suit. And completely missing any double meaning in his statement. "Just the muscle sample, if you please."
Angus Weaver: "Ah, I getcha." He winks back, then splits his own tail into three. He's been admiring both her form and art, so to speak, and adds the extra tails to the dance in his own way.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: "There's a light... over at the Frankenstein place... there's a light... burning in the fireplace.... there's a lliiiighhht..lliiiighht... in the darknes.... of everyyyybody's life..." And Starzy appears.
Angus Weaver: (( And now I've got the Time Warp stuck in my head. ))
Molly Fullin: He nods, "Alright," and the guy serves up a chicken. Not a leg, or a breast, but an entire bird.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: MUAHAHA mission accomplished :D
Mezzo D'octieve: (( I don't! Thank god. ))
Dallas: ( Owww, ow, circulation returning to my leg... )
Quizt: A fantastic coup for little Quizt, who waddles back past Mezzo with his newest research project, settles down in a spot nowhere near private enough, and begins a messy dissection.
Mezzo D'octieve: (( Instead I have... )) '...Minor bun engine made Benny Lava! Anybody need this sign? Benny Lava!You need a bun to bite...' Mezzo blinks. Gawks. And is now both silent and mildly offended at that waste of food.
Angus Weaver: (( *feeds you Dilbar Dilbar* ))
Quizt: Waste? Waste!? This is SCIENCE!
Eleuterius Penfield: ((Bleagh...let's see if I have the heart for this...)) And so a somewhat sober-looking 'Looter'd find himself trudging on down the beach.
Mezzo D'octieve: Science her bleached fluffy butt! That's FOOD being wasted! But hey... its the savior of food and donuts! Looter's #1 Food Fan waves.
Gaib Sayap: (( *Gaib gives Looter a heart. Freeze-dried and smelling faintly of lavender* ))
Angus Weaver: (( *notes how quick his response got et* Moving fast tonight; good sign. ))
Jaunden Crade: The dancing gets a bit of a raised eyebrow from the man now standing amidst the surf.
Molly Fullin: Molly continues her swishing, hips moving in ways that male anatomy has no hope of pulling off.
Dallas: ( Man oh man, if I didn't have to be up early I'd stick around. As it is, I'm out of here, kids. Have fun. )
Molly Fullin: (( Night. ))
Quizt: Perhaps some sort of machine could replicate it.
Molly Fullin: (( There's only half an hour left anyhow. ))
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo just takes a chomp out of her bbq!
Quizt: ((Night Dallas))
Eleuterius Penfield: 'Looter smiled and waved back at the doughnut lover!
Angus Weaver: (( 'night, Dallas. ))
Mezzo D'octieve: (( Night hun~ ))
Jaunden Crade: Actually, has seen males move in the same ways females do. Very very estranged males.
Angus Weaver: Angus takes a moment to look at Quizt's 'project,' and makes a face in disgust. It doesn't last long though, and he's still moving. It was never a copy of Molly's every move (though he's pleased to watch); besides, can you imagine how silly that'd look?
Mezzo D'octieve: The lover of those little fatty cakes full of sugar and fluff beams a smile of sunshine while her player runs to find some tums asap.
Eleuterius Penfield: If Mezzo's not careful she's gonna end up like Mama Cass...
Mezzo D'octieve: If Mama Cass is the Cass the player is thinking of - it wasn't the sammich's fault.
Jaunden Crade: "So, where do I go to get a decent mai-tai here?"
Mezzo D'octieve: (( *chews tums* )) "Ya mama..." The vixen coos.
Quizt: Most of the chicken is either tucked in compartments or flattened out in the dirt, soon to be covered up. Quizt is making a special study of the wishbone, somewhat puzzled by its role in anatomy. Vertebrates are such fascinating creatures.
Eleuterius Penfield: At any rate, sooner or later he'd find himself fixating on Quizt's...uh...biology lesson. If only because that's definately not something he sees everyday.
Cossy: Better late than never, Cossy strolls up to the general area of other people, having been off sketching wildlife, always the artist.
Molly Fullin: That would probably be the guy with the mini-bar.
Cossy: Seeking something fruity but not necessarily alcoholic, as he can't really hold his liquor, he strolls over. "You got the stuff to make smoothies?" he asks.
Molly Fullin: The 'tender nods, gesturing to the blenders.
Jaunden Crade: It probably would be. But he did specify 'decent'. Oh well. Maybe it won't be so bad. He leans over the bar, glaring at the tender. "Something with a kick."
Quizt: Finally, he carefully wipes off the wishbone and tucks it away in yet another specimin compartment. Looking up, he watches Molly a while longer, then notices 'Looter staring at him. "A mammalian mating ritual, if I am not mistaken! Quite the treat."
Eleuterius Penfield: "...You mean the chicken?" Well that certainly confused him.
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo can't look at that anymore. It depresses her. And... confuses her now that she heard that. Blink blink. "Eh?"
Molly Fullin: Molly might clarify, but she didn't hear what was said. The bartender, not one for many words, gets on the order post-haste. Keeping with the theme, and the request, it's got a punch to it, but definately loaded with fruit juice. Actually, much of the kick isn't the alcohol, it's the juice.
Cossy: "Mango-pineapple tofu, please, then." he says with a smile. Here's hoping the tender doesn't think he's talking about pineapple schnapps, as although he's usually entertaining and a good deal less uptight while drunk, he usually regrets everything he does WHILE drunk...
Quizt: "Hm? Oh! No no no. I doubt it will be capable of mating in its current state. Although perhaps I am mistaken? I have heard of species which cannibalize one another to gain genetic material. Although in a specimen as complex as this 'chicken' that would be quite the discovery indeed." He sounds like he could go on like this for hours, but he must read something in 'Looter's face. He points to the dance floor. "I meant the undulation courtship activity. It is not entirely unlike Shshhn reproduction. Although how will they exchange genetic information without an ionized saltwater medium...?"
Quizt: "I was also under the impression that Molly Fullin did not have a powerful enough bio-electric mechanism..."
Angus Weaver: Angus isn't listening to what's being said. He'd be glad for that. (( *The PG, meanwhile, is cracking up right about now.* ))
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo falls off her seat laughing her fool head off. Only because since she didn't understand a word of that - it's completely hilarious.
Quizt: A small section of Quizt's long row of eyes stare unblinking at Mezzo, befuddled by her reaction.
Eleuterius Penfield: 'Looter just blinked. "They're just...dancing I think."
Cossy: Cossy just bites his lip a bit to try not to crack up.
Molly Fullin: The Barkeep manages to figure it out easily enough. The young lad was just asking about smoothies, after all... and Cossy gets his order with all due speed and accuracy.
Mezzo D'octieve: She couldn't help herself... sitting up and wiping a fake tear from her eye. "Oh that was good..."
Molly Fullin: (( Y'all want to continue for a bit, or should I wrap it up? ))
Quizt: "But it is for the purpose of mating, is it not?" Quizt stares at Looter, without having to stop staring at Mezzo. Or Molly, for that matter. "I am sure I read on your internet that dancing is the equivalent of mating. The author had some large amount of authority in one of your spiritual-philosophical institutions..."
Jaunden Crade: He takes a sip, swishing it around on his tongue a moment. "Certainly a refined combination of flavors, my good man."
Quizt: ((I'm good with whatever everyone else wants to do))
Angus Weaver: (( I'm okay one way or another... just distracted. ))
Cossy: "Thanks." he says, and drops a gold coin on the counter. Even if the drinks aren't comped, it would easily cover a smoothie and a good-size tip. Treat people well, and they'll treat you well, that's how he operates. ((Whatever is good with me.))
Mezzo D'octieve: The vixen's eyes get kinda buggy and she laughs again. "Author? What author?"
Quizt: ((I'd be distracted too if I were dancing with Molly. Hey-oh.))
Xaila: (( Men are so indecisive... *snerks* Keep on keep on. ))
Eleuterius Penfield: ((I'm good with whatever you guys go for.))
Eleuterius Penfield: "Er..." He blushed a bit. "Well it's not like that all the time..."
Angus Weaver: (( ... Okay, people, just say it. Yes, you want to go on. ))
Cossy: ((Well what do you expect? Stick a bunch of guys in a room together, you get boredom and/or stupidity. Put some ladies in, then they get interested.))
Xaila: (( *wonders if she should boast about all the private shows she gets from Molly* ^.^ ))
Quizt: For the record, Quizt isn't really a "guy". He places a metal hand to his dome-head, as if scratching behind an ear. "Your mammal names are so... difficult. I do not recall his name." His body turns a little towards 'Looter, as if he suddenly understands something. "Ah! So they ARE adolescents! It's a sort of practice then. I see now."
Cossy: (( No. >.> <.< >.> Uuuuuunless you have picture or video. XD ))
Cossy: ((Okay, don't mind me, a little goofy tonight.))
Mezzo D'octieve: Mezzo looks at Molly. Then Angus. "They don't look like teenagers to me..." She mutters, trying to think of male writers on this particular subject. Dr. Phil?! O_o Freud?
Jaunden Crade: ((I would pay my right kidney for that))
Eleuterius Penfield: Hey now, leave 'Looter in a room alone and you get doughnuts! At any rate, he just shook his head. "Nah, some people just...do it for fun I guess. Like Abba routine Red does..."
Xaila: (( My video D: I don't share. ))
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy starts paying attention again now that his PG has finished plugging away in Photoshop.
Jaunden Crade: ((Dangit.))
Xaila: (( And Street Fighter II the movie is on... *snickers* ))
Quizt: "Abba routine? I am not familiar with that program."
Quizt: "But computronics is not my field."
Jaunden Crade: His eyes wander the scene. So many individuals relaxed and unguarded...
Mezzo D'octieve: "Its not a program..."
Cossy: Unguarded is pretty accurate a way to describe Cossy, for one, as he sits, blissfully sipping his smoothie, eyes shut in the sun.
Eleuterius Penfield: ((Ah poor Raul. He deserved better.))
Eleuterius Penfield: "Comput...what?" He blinked, then just nodded along with Mezzo.
Quizt: Quizt stares at them both. And everyone else for that matter.
Mezzo D'octieve: "Better do the dance for em then Looter, so he'll know~" Mezzo says with a raised brow.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy wonders how someone could classify someone capable of juggling planets as "unguarded"... but continues drinking his Dr. Pepper.
Jaunden Crade: No, some one juggling planets can be classified as Mary Sue.
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy quietly puts Jupiter and Saturn back in his pocket and goes back to drinking his soda.
Angus Weaver: (( Nope, just a literal god slash cosmic being. There's a difference. ))
Quizt: "Nevertheless!" he announces, clasping his metal hands together. "Oh, will you Looter? It is an anthropologist's dream to be invited to take part in the native rituals! Of course anthropology isn't really my field, only a side-hobby. I'm an astro-physicist by profession, as a matter-of-fact. Although I have published post-graduate work in several fields..."
Mezzo D'octieve: Blink blink blink... Mezzo looks up at Looter with the look of 'the heck'.
Quizt: "In fact the current subject I have been studying would make an interesting topic for a paper. Perhaps I should apply for an anthropology grant in order to more robustly pursue her."
Eleuterius Penfield: 'Looter didn't seem know either...
Quizt: Now one has to wonder if he grasps the double-meaning of THAT.
Mezzo D'octieve: The vixen's ears go wonky and the strap of her sun dress slides off her shoulder as she gawks. "... that's creepy."
Eleuterius Penfield: "Dare I ask who you're...uh...pursuing?"
Quizt: He stares at his suddenly silent companions, unaware he's been lecturing again. "My apologies!" he cheerfully announces suddenly. "I am called Quitz. It is not my proper name but it is a phoenetic facsimile easily pronounced by air-breathing hominids."
Quizt: He holds out a metal hand to either side, ready to shake. "Hmm? Oh I would not wish to poison any possible results by divulging that. People can get self-conscious, you know."
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Starzy sighs to himself and disappears only to reappear in a corner somewhere reading a newspaper with a sour expression on his face.
Mezzo D'octieve: Quizt is slowly making, scratch that. Mezzo DOES feel pretty dumb now. Which is why she's hesitant to shake or get closer. "N-nice to meet ya?" She has to force herself to do it. Scary... thing!
Eleuterius Penfield: 'Looter'd hesitantly take up a metal hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm ah...well...I guess you already know my name."
Molly Fullin: Molly does, though, notice the gathering... and slows her dancing to a stop, and heads over to butt in, "Hmmm?"
Quizt: "Looter," Quizt says, his voice sounding a little disturbingly like Mezzo's whenever he says the plaid man's name. His handshake isn't crushing or anything. Fairly delicate for a machine, actually. "It is a pleasure."
Angus Weaver: Angus does a double cartwheel to 'slow down,' then stands straight and gives Molly a little bow. Then he's off to the mini-bar. "Just water with ice, please."
Mezzo D'octieve: Like Ariel in The Little Mermaid, Mezzo's hand goes to her throat as if the Sea Witch stole it right out from under her nose. "Nice trick with the voice..." She doesn't believe that, but hey who starts fights at the party of someone else!? Not her!
Quizt: "Hm?" he asks, turning back towards Mezzo. He seems to stare at her a moment. "I am distressing you," he says, point-blank.
Eleuterius Penfield: 'Looter learned to take these things in stride a long time ago...if he hadn't he'd probably be in a rubber room by now. "Probably the voice trick..."
Quizt: "Oh!" He seems a little startled. "Think nothing of it. 'Looter' is not in my programmed vocabulary. I must borrow a simple recording. I can rectify it." In a moment, he speaks again, in his own mechanical voice, but more broken up and stilted than usual. "Ll-oo-tar"
Quizt: "Hello!" he chirps then, quite suddenly, to Molly. He moves from conversation to conversation like a jumpy fruit-fly.
Mezzo D'octieve: Sheepy vixen. She got caught. But she gives Looter a grateful smile for 'helping' out there while nodding at Quizt. "That's okay..." At least she's not hearing an echo now.
Molly Fullin: She gives a little bow... "I'm not interrupting, am I?"
Jaunden Crade: Plucking an ice cube from his glass, he transfers it to his lips and places it on his tongue, where it rests for a moment before being crunched between his teeth.
Quizt: "Are you?" He honestly doesn't seem to know.
Eleuterius Penfield: "Er...not at all. We were just talking." Or acting confused at each other, to be more precise.
Angus Weaver: Meanwhile, with ice water in hand, Angus heads back over towards the crowd, wondering what all the commotion's about. He's giving them a little distance yet.
Molly Fullin: "Ah... of course," she gagues faces... "mind if I ask what about?"
Quizt: "Your mating ritual," Quizt answers cheerfully before anyone can stop him.
Molly Fullin: She blinks... "Oh, the dancing? That's not mating... particularly I'd guess not for Angus..." Blunt, ain't she, "Though for two DreamSpinners it could be. Besides, there's too many genetic and physiological differences between the two of us, it's just an amusement."
Quizt: "Oh." He sounds disappointed. And he is. Here he thought he had witnessed something new and groundbreaking. "Well. I very much enjoyed it. It was most fascinating. I have not seen a vertebrate undulate in such a fashion."
Mizoku: A diminuitive form appears in the place of Starzy as he folds himself into the newspaper.
Jaunden Crade: "Though I'm sure the male wouldn't have minded if it were."
Angus Weaver: Angus just shrugs. He had fun, she seemed to, and that's what mattered.
Mezzo D'octieve: The vixen shakes her head. "Oh brother..."
Quizt: The thing inside squirms against the glass of the dome, apparently looking up at Mezzo. "What? Do you undulate as well? What about you?" This last, supposedly, to Looter.
Mizoku: The small girl moves towards the bar and retrieves a simple cup of tea.
Angus Weaver: Oy, what Quizt just said... why did Angus have to try to take a drink then? He stifles a laugh and struggles to swallow.
Mezzo D'octieve: Blink. "If you mean what they just did-" She pokes a thumb at Molly and Angus. "... sorta?"
Jaunden Crade: "Who wants to place bets that he asks to see, next?" Another ice cube finds its way to his mouth, crunching between teeth.
Mizoku: The girl summons a large scythe which she uses to neatly slice a lemon that she then begins to eat quietly, her pale eyes affixed on the others nearby engrossed in conversation.
Quizt: Quizt clasps his hands together again, pleased. "Most incredible! You mammals never fail to surprise and please me!" He turns on Molly again. Or maybe on Looter. Or maybe he just had to relieve a cramp, it's hard to say.
Mezzo D'octieve: Tea and a lone lemon... scary diet.
Eleuterius Penfield: "I don't...uh...undulate that much, no." At least not with strangers.
Mizoku: (when one hangs out with skeletons and ghosts, it doesn't take much food to make one feel pudgy...)
Mizoku: ( :) )
Eleuterius Penfield: ((-Smacks his browser-))
Mezzo D'octieve: ... well Mezzo and Looter differ there. Mezzo's not too picky. She just won't say that outloud -here-.
Jaunden Crade: Hey, ghosts need to watch their figure, too. Just ask Hannah sometime.
Mizoku: The girl takes another sip of her tea.
Quizt: "Oh. Most unfortunate," Quizt says, disappointed by Looter's answer. Then he suddenly points at Looter. "Are you diseased?"
Eleuterius Penfield: "Huh?" He eyed that metal finger of accusation...
Angus Weaver: He had a chance to swallow, yes, but now he's spilling his water, nearly doubled over. "Gkkkk! Heheheh, no, no he's not..."
Molly Fullin: Molly just snerks...
Quizt: "But most of your hair has fallen out," Quizt says, puzzled, and gestures to the far fluffier folk all around.
Molly Fullin: "He's a human, they don't have as much hair."
Jaunden Crade: ((...))
Angus Weaver: "He... He's not the same species, it's..." He takes a moment to breathe, and a drink from his now half-empty glass. "That's normal for humans, yes."
Eleuterius Penfield: "No I'm just...yeah...human."
Quizt: "Oh!" Quizt pauses, as if making a note. Which is precisely what he's doing. "I'm sorry. I did not file you as a human. I assumed you were all the same species..."
Mizoku: Slowly the girl finishes her lemon and tea, gets up, places the cup back behind the bar, and returns to the corner of the room.
Jaunden Crade: "Such assumptions often lead to death."
Molly Fullin: Molly shakes her head, "No, I don't think any of us are the same species."
Jaunden Crade: ((Also, you know who I miss having around?))
Quizt: "Do they?" Quizt stares at Jaunden. "How fascinating..." Then he squishes around to get a better look at Molly. "Really? But your physiologies are so similar. Even for humanoids."
Mezzo D'octieve: "No fox is ever the same..."
Angus Weaver: He shakes his head. "No, though with all us fox-types, I'm not that surprised. Let's see, DreamSpinner, Weaver, human, and ... foxish."
Molly Fullin: She shakes her head, and fans her tails out as if illustrating.
Eleuterius Penfield: And 'Looter'd just stand there looking...furless.
Mizoku: The girls disappears into the shadows and her PG leaves for bed. Ja.
Quizt: ((Night Mizoku))
Angus Weaver: (( 'night, Dru. ))
Quizt: "Oh my... Oh my I've made quite a mess of my notes then..." The little thing squirms around in its fishbowl, working feverishly.
Quizt: "And none of you can mate with each other?"
Molly Fullin: "Well... um. Not me, at least. I can only produce offspring with another DreamSpinner..."
Eleuterius Penfield: "Yeah...don't...think that'd work." He blinked, blushing slightly again.
Angus Weaver: Angus just smiles, and splits his tails from three to five for the heck of it. He takes another drink of water, trying to decide whether, or how, to explain shapeshifting.
Jaunden Crade: Well, he'll just get some more of what he was drinking before, then, seeing as there's nothing else to do in this sortee.
Molly Fullin: With the sun well setting and most of the light from the torches, Molly's attention is grabbed by the crew... "And, ah... and the last boats will be returning to the Dreamline soon. We should head back to the ship."
Quizt: "Incredible! What data! Kshphlowmphhe will utterly seethe with jealousy..."
Jaunden Crade: Oh, hey, some kids from the ship. Wonder if their parents will miss them right away.
Quizt: Quizt glances around, as if he only just noticed that the sun even exists. The glow of the jelly material within his dome is far more obvious now. "Ah, I suppose we must. I should tranfer this new data anyway. And I have these samples to study..." He starts dawdling back to the boat, head in the clouds.
Angus Weaver: Though he does turn to Molly with a smirk. "I could try," he jokes to her quietly, "but from what I've heard, it wouldn't work with you." He shrugs, emptying his glass and returning it to the bar.
Eleuterius Penfield: 'Looter blinked. Ah, how time flies. And so it's back to the ship with him it seems.
Molly Fullin: She nods, "Certain bits are different."
Molly Fullin: And, 'lo, they return. Thus concludes another episode of Cruisin' Dream.