Personification Life - Part Deux

[Primordial Luxa]

Primordial spotted Insidious walking out of her lab "How did it go?". "Very well" she replied "he told us everything we wanted to know", she held up the vase and asked "what do we do with him now?" Primordial has set up there dinner and is offered her a seat. "we'll send him back, such a great mind cant be kept in such a dangerous place besides some one kidnapped me over him" insidious takes a seat after placing the vase on a coffee table "really who?", "he looked like a watcher, black suit, glasses, fedora, but he was worried about our interaction so i don't think he was". they both finish there meal before continuing "well, its a good thing you got away, i found out the fly is being held by the raptors" primordial perked up "really then this will be easier than i though, well ask them for it tomorrow and complete stage 2"

[Cerillium]

The cyborg walked towards the front bar. The club section of restaurant was closed. He felt relief that he no longer had to perform his duties as bouncer.

He had retrofitted much of his external hardware to conform with the employment policy. It made him feel exposed. The ill-fitting suit jacket was bulky in odd places. The tie looked ridiculous. A gorilla in a monkey suit, he told his reflection in the mirror that morning.

He ordered a rum on the rocks.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"No I don't." Gretta said with disdain. She thought Naomi was refering to the new tenant that Fortu said not to eat.

"She's beautiful but deadly," Naomi sighed. "Hair as red as Mon's, and legs that went all the way up. Anyway, I walked in on them and then he got nervous. He asked me to ask you if you knew who she was." Naomi looked into her empty glass and fished out an ice cube to chew on.

"I don't know her. But I thought he would have been more cautious about those he talks to." Gretta said with her eyes turning raptor in a blink.

[Swith Witherward]

"I don't know her. But I thought he would have been more cautious about those he talks to." Gretta said with her eyes turning raptor in a blink.

"Wull... tell him that," she giggled. "Unless maybe the GSM... well, maybe their parents want revenge? Or did you piss off the Boy Scout Tong? No, wait, there isn't any such thing."

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"I don't know her. But I thought he would have been more cautious about those he talks to." Gretta said with her eyes turning raptor in a blink.

"Wull... tell him that," she giggled. "Unless maybe the GSM... well, maybe their parents want revenge? Or did you piss off the Boy Scout Tong? No, wait, there isn't any such thing."

"Naomi, you're drunk. What has you down?" Gretta asked in a clinical manner.

[Swith Witherward]

"Naomi, you're drunk. What has you down?" Gretta asked in a clinical manner.

"Everything! Nothing!" She giggled again, then remembered Thriller. "Some people are leaving and probably won't be back. That makes me sad because I adore him. He's been a good friend. And Bran is adopting that little girl, so I'm feeling like a third wheel. Plus I don't have anyone. And then I went to go to bed, and Fortu is with this bombshell. And ... um... yeah, I think that's everything." She fished out another ice cube.

"Oh, I drank some of your wine. You really don't notice how bad it tastes after the first glass."

[Tiltjuice]

Deader sat in a back room in the club section, stacks of interior decorating guides piled up around it and partially hiding it from view. On the other side of one of the big stacks, MB was perched on a specially constructed platform, stirring something in a giant Florence flask with a glass rod. It had taken some doing, but the rabbit had managed to convince Deader to use newer tech, the traditional cauldron be damned.

Someone outside ordered a rum on the rocks; MB dutifully hopped out onto the bar and mixed the drink, then slid it across the counter to Ceril. While outside, he caught snatches of a conversation between Naomi and someone he didn't recognize - but he did recognize the symbol of the bunch of very short people surrounding the stranger.

So the Major's representatives were in town, was they? The rabbit jumped down behind the counter and back to the kitchen. Cuisine had to know about this, right away, and they needed Deader's help.

[Cerillium]

Ceril thanked MB and eyed the piano. He approached it with caution; he wasn't certain if he was allowed to touch it. Sheet music had been left by the Chaos pianist. His processor accessed ancient files. He smiled. Some things never changed.

He remembered his days as a lad, long since passed but cherished times. Ceril began to play the blues.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Naomi, you're drunk. What has you down?" Gretta asked in a clinical manner.

"Everything! Nothing!" She giggled again, then remembered Thriller. "Some people are leaving and probably won't be back. That makes me sad because I adore him. He's been a good friend. And Bran is adopting that little girl, so I'm feeling like a third wheel. Plus I don't have anyone. And then I went to go to bed, and Fortu is with this bombshell. And ... um... yeah, I think that's everything." She fished out another ice cube.

"Oh, I drank some of your wine. You really don't notice how bad it tastes after the first glass."

"Fortu is just a head, the rest of him is just a mere appendex. So thing are so bad that you are drinking my wine? You always have me and Scarface." Gretta said.

[Swith Witherward]

"Fortu is just a head, the rest of him is just a mere appendex. So thing are so bad that you are drinking my wine? You always have me and Scarface." Gretta said.

"Well tell that to her," Naomi began to laugh. "He didn't seem to mind. The apartment smells like smoke, by the way. And I know I have you and Scarface, but neither of you are cute and little."

She began to hum in harmony to the piano music.

[Monfrox]

The User sobbed into her arms as she drank the bottle dry. She felt like complete shit. She was complete shit, practically. She was on her fourth bottle of vodka now and she was nowhere near stable. So many emotions were mixing in her being. She was angry at everyone else that they had wrongfully shunned her, sad that she couldn't uphold her duties to her unit, and completely broken because it seemed like too much all at once to handle. Even the other, past problems had resurfaced. Her little romp with Lidev couldn't even break her of her sadness. She couldn't help but think that if she wasn't such a bitch as times, she might have someone in the apartment to console her. But it was like being at both ends of the spectrum: If she blamed the others, she was a bitch. If she blamed herself, she was weak. She was at a complete loss. In her stress, she took one of the empty vodka bottles and chucked it at the wall.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Fortu is just a head, the rest of him is just a mere appendex. So thing are so bad that you are drinking my wine? You always have me and Scarface." Gretta said.

"Well tell that to her," Naomi began to laugh. "He didn't seem to mind. The apartment smells like smoke, by the way. And I know I have you and Scarface, but neither of you are cute and little."

She began to hum in harmony to the piano music.

"So you want little spawn running around?" Gretta asked a bit confused on the issue.

[Swith Witherward]

"So you want little spawn running around?" Gretta asked a bit confused on the issue.

"We already have one running around. Plus we have all your Girl Scouts." She looked at the girls and cringed. No, she didn't want one. Little girls were evil.

"Well, I've interrupted your meeting. Sorry about that." Naomi smiled at the monst- girls.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"So you want little spawn running around?" Gretta asked a bit confused on the issue.

"We already have one running around. Plus we have all your Girl Scouts." She looked at the girls and cringed. No, she didn't want one. Little girls were evil.

"Well, I've interrupted your meeting. Sorry about that." Naomi smiled at the monst- girls.

"Go home and get some sleep, doctor's orders. We'll discuss this more when you sober up." Gretta said.

[Swith Witherward]

"Go home and get some sleep, doctor's orders. We'll discuss this more when you sober up." Gretta said.

Naomi nodded. "That's probably a good idea."

She stood up and shook the last ice cube into her mouth. "You know," she said thoughtfully as she chewed, "I think the problem is that I was made to nurture. But everyone I've been nurturing has gone away or is leaving, and that leaves me feeling useless. Not depressed, but just out of sorts because I need to find my identity. And I miss Swith. And I'm going to miss Thriller. I'm going to work on that tomorrow! Okay, good night, Dr. Garbo!" She smiled at Gretta, feeling much better now that she'd figured out the root of her problem. "Thanks!"

She left the glass on the table and headed towards the door before noticing Ceril. "Hey, you play piano? D'ya know Minnie the Moocher?"

[Cerillium]

Ceril accessed the file and began to play the requested song.

[Swith Witherward]

Naomi used a chair to climb onto the baby grand, then began to sing. When the song was finished she requested another Cab Calloway tune, and finished that. She scooted to the edge of the piano and looked at the cyborg, which was difficult because her vision was blurry.

"Hello... how's your lab? And what happened to all your parts? Hock 'em?"

[Cerillium]

"Workspace," he gently corrected. "You are drunk."

[Swith Witherward]

"Workspace," he gently corrected. "You are drunk."

"And you are ugly. Why are you so ugly? Why d'you do that to yourself, tubes all sticking out of you, and your eye all replaced with that lens thing? And what's with your hands? I didn't even realize you had a face under your mask thingy." Naomi looked at both of him and then snorted as the blurred images condensed into a single Ceril.

[Cerillium]

Ceril laughed. Amusement was almost a forgotten concept to him. "I'm not from this time period. My augmentations allow me to function in my time period. I stand corrected: you are not drunk; You are wasted."

[Swith Witherward]

Ceril laughed. Amusement was almost a forgotten concept to him. "I'm not from this time period. My augmentations allow me to function in my time period. I stand corrected: you are not drunk; You are wasted."

"You can't stand corrected... you're sitting. And I'm not wasted. I'm just buzzed."

She slid off the piano and landed on her feet without a wobble, smiling at him. "See? Now scoot over. I wanna play a song."

Naomi pushed her way onto the bench and cracked her knuckles. She poised her fingers over the keys, pitched forward and smacked her head on the edge of the piano.

It was a faceplant worthy of Tsu. Much like Tsu, she rubbed her forehead and said, "Ow." At least the blow sobered her momentarily.

[Cerillium]

"Impressive."

[Swith Witherward]

"Thanks."

"Y'know, you're a lousy roommate. Just lousy. You take up a fourth of the bedroom with all your equipment, and it reeks of ozone by the way. Plus, you just sit there most of the time and don't talk. And... I'm sure I'll think of more by tomorrow. But you're lousy." She snorted.

[Cerillium]

"Thank you."

He stood and carefully picked her up. He slung her over his shoulder.

"Do not be alarmed. I am merely returning you to our apartment. My assessment is accurate: you are wasted."

Ceril waved to the remaining staff and left.

They arrived at the bomb shelter minutes later. The other occupants were asleep. He noticed the little girl curled up on the couch but he didn't know where she came from. It wasn't his concern.

Naomi was tucked into bed.

"Go to sleep."

He moved to his work area and sat in the old recliner.

[Tiltjuice]

Deader looked up in annoyance as it had tried to get the topmost book as its next read, only to encounter fur. MB stared back, waving his ears in circles and turning them alternating red and blue colors. Frowning in confusion, Deader picked up the rabbit and went in search of Cuisine.

The tall chef turned when he heard Deader approach and set down MB. Seeing MB's ears, Cuisine sighed. "Who is it now?"

MB, by way of reply, turned his ears a mottled camouflage pattern.

"Great," Cuisine groused, washing his hands clean of carrot puree. (MB chattered in disgust at the waste.) "Deader, I need your help on this..." A quick conference ensued, at the end of which Deader nodded, summoned Sightblinder, and slipped out the back door to circle around to the front. MB, meanwhile, hopped over to the pot of carrot puree and tried to dive in, but Cuisine picked him up and shooed him out.

"Go, listen to music."

Deader, now comfortably disguised as just another member of the Girl Scout Mafia by Sightblinder, walked in casually and joined the other GSMers.