Personification Life - Part Deux

[Bone Fort]

"Please elaborate."

[Swith Witherward]

"Please elaborate."

"Go f*ck yourself," Naomi said, standing up and testing her hip. "You elaborate for a change."

[Bone Fort]

"My, my, how rude. Now, I asked first."

[Swith Witherward]

"What do you want to know?"

[Bone Fort]

"About what you just said. And what just happened."

[Swith Witherward]

Naomi snorted. "I am that part of her that had compassion on you. She tore me out when NVE needed someone to journey into his mind. I'm physically weaker than her and weaker than most humans. She formed me because she thought NVE would listen to an emotional plea rather than brute force. The burning spider, that wasn't me. That was her rage. Something out there pissed her off. Last night, she sat on a park bench without a care in the world except her sanctuary, and I sat and worried. My strength, Totenkopf, isn't in my ability to control portals. It's in my ability to endure. Get it?"

[Bone Fort]

"... Okay... Then where are we right now?"

[Swith Witherward]

"You'll appreciate this one... I don't know. I was trying to escape your little game and being bombarded with her wrath. I tried to focus on just dropping myself through the floor, but I..." Naomi shrugged. "This is Between. Where Between, not sure. I'm off course by a long way."

[Bone Fort]

"... That doesn't sound good. Can't you just portal us back?"

OOC: I need to turn in now, sorry. Shall we resume at a later time?

[Swith Witherward]

"I lost my bearing when I shielded you from dashing on the barrier. I'll need time to find the right direction. By the way, my feelings are hurt. I'm the emotional one. I trusted you not to physically hurt me. Yes, do just like Bones... say something like "I lied" or "get used to disappointment". I'll still find our way out of here, I promise."


ooc: I'm dead tired. Yes, continue it tomorrow?

[Bone Fort]

"Naomi, I do not intend to hurt you nor will I ever do so in the future _hopefully, you were at no point in any danger. Those spiders wouldn't have hurt you, merely bound you. But the headbutt... yeah, got me there, bit of a rash move on my part... hey, I'm crazy, sue me... Anyway, let's get out of here."

OOC: Yes, see you later. Also, what does this place look like, just darkness?

[Swith Witherward]

"Apology accepted," she offered him a smile. "You can pay to have my tooth repaired when we get back, okay?"

Naomi laughed. "Well, if I'm going to be stuck anywhere, at least it's with someone intelligent."

OOC: everything Swithwardian is based on fractals. Naomi and Totenkopf are standing on the floor in that little darkish circle just in front of the white gate (foreground). The pattern in the walls radiates outward from the gate very slowly. It's rather ethereal and soothing, IMHO. It's also soundless. The circle itself is perhaps 6' in diameter.

Meanwhile...
Swith brought Chi back to the new apartment with her, along with Bran. She located NVE and Gretta (they were preoccupied!) and she stole Aleki from them. She placed him in a vat (none too kindly) and allowed him to regenerate his arms properly. The process wasn't very pleasant and he was ushered out the door while his newly formed fingers were still tingling.

Bran and she enjoyed their first meal together in their new place. The bomb shelter had been expanded and included a new entertainment area as well as a large gourmet kitchen for Bran to tinker around in, and she incorporated his national flag into the tile directly behind the stove. They watched a movie together and Bran fell asleep on the couch. She carried him to his room and placed him in his bed, pulling his boots off and tucking him in. Fearing the nightmares would return, she sung to him to soothe his mind, and then sat on the edge of the bed contemplating her busy day as she gazed into the dark room beyond. Inspiration struck her and she fashioned a sign, posting it directly outside the bomb shelter door:

THIS APARTMENT BELONGS TO BRAN AND SWITH
TRESPASSERS WILL CEASE TO EXIST
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

[Chanarya]

Chan blissfully and cluelessly strolled to the kitchen, a strongly Irish scented cup of coffee in one hand and a note in the other that said "Arther, please check on the gators and toss them an arm or a leg if you get a chance. Out for the day. Home soon with a surprise! - Chan". Sticking the note to the refrigerator with a handy magnet she finished her coffee and went outside, whistling for Smokey the pony. SpazKat appeared from somewhere and hopped in the cart as Chan hitched it up.

"OOOO - I can't wait" she chanted excitedly to the animals, "A Mother called and told me there is an exciting new species in Chanarya and offered me a whole litter for my very own! Maybe when they are grown up a little Arther and some of the other roomies will want one. What do you think, Spaz?"

"YOW"

Chan leapt into the drivers seat and with a jingle of bells on Smokey's harness, they all cheerily trotted off into the sunrise.

[Tiltjuice]

Cuisine dragged himself along in a grossly distorted cardboard box that had once been home to a plasma screen TV. His situation was a sad one. The once snow-white chef's hat, his pride and joy, had a wide rip in the top and was stained black from motor oil and other substances it had picked up from all the time he'd spent hitching rides underneath big rigs.

He'd spent most of the summer in Las Vegas on vacation, until the stars had spontaneously rearranged themselves around the moon and formed the outline of a gigantic raccoon. He still wasn't completely clear on what had happened, but he'd woken up duct-taped upside down to the Las Vegas city limits sign wearing a corset, his chef's hat, and three wedding rings.

At last, he'd reached home. He looked up from where he'd been inching himself along the sidewalk, expecting to see the apartment building, and was shocked to see...

[Germanic Templars]

"Sir we have him, he's been relocated."

"good, fire down to his location."

*As the transport passes near the planet, the pilots fire the Emperor to the surface. Six minutes later, Thriller made ground, he kicked open the door of his drop pod and began searching for him*

OOC: Only post for now.

[The BranRiech]

At about 6:30, Bran hauled himself out of bed. His sleep was uninterrupted and he was ready for the day ahead, which would probably be filled with violence if the past day had any indication. He tiptoed up to the kitchen to begin cooking some Omlettes for anyone who happened to show up.

[Stattr]

Star looks around and notices she is in a new room and she gets up and says a few things and Her old room all the things in it came to her new room and she smiled and skipped out and to the kitchen and then stopped, yawned and got her orange juice which then she poured a dark red liguid into and then started to hum.

"Morning Bran!" Star smiled and then continued to hum and drink her drink.

[The BranRiech]

Star looks around and notices she is in a new room and she gets up and says a few things and Her old room all the things in it came to her new room and she smiled and skipped out and to the kitchen and then stopped, yawned and got her orange juice which then she poured a dark red liguid into and then started to hum.

"Morning Bran!" Star smiled and then continued to hum and drink her drink.

Bran almost died of surprise.

"Who are you?!"

[Stattr]

Star looks around and notices she is in a new room and she gets up and says a few things and Her old room all the things in it came to her new room and she smiled and skipped out and to the kitchen and then stopped, yawned and got her orange juice which then she poured a dark red liguid into and then started to hum.

"Morning Bran!" Star smiled and then continued to hum and drink her drink.

Bran almost died of surprise.

"Who are you?!"

"Star... I'm a vampire,I am not here to suck your blood but to try and be friends. I knew your name because I read your eyes and pipe down. NO yelling in the morning." She smiled slightly and continued to drink her brown drink. Watching Bran with her eyes and then looking at her word search and finding a word.

[Giovenith]

A Television had apparently been left on by someone, as a new reporter read off a sheet of paper on the screen.

"Scientists are now struggling to explain a strange phenomena that has appeared in the sky for several hours, of what appears to be a multicolored ring in the sky that is slowly expanding," he read aloud. "Tests have shown that it does not seem to be harmful to the surrounding area of environment, and attempts to pilot towards the phenomena have shown that getting too close to it will interfere with several navigation and control systems, so for safety, authorities are thus ordering a straining order on the light ring until further studies can be confirmed. In other stories, famous movie star's baby is caught driving her car for the third..."

Giovenith's smile grew wider and wider and she watched the news story from the other side of a display window for the electronics shop, beaming at the live footage of the multicolored ring in the sky.

"She's here..." she whispered happily.

OOC: New thread FTW!

[Germanic Templars]

*Thriller slowly walks into the new building, scanning his surroundings ever so delicately*

"This is where they moved eh? Looks better than that old piece of rubbish."

[Swith Witherward]

*Thriller slowly walks into the new building, scanning his surroundings ever so delicately*

"This is where they moved eh? Looks better than that old piece of rubbish."

Swith stood in the lobby, waiting for the cyborg to enter the building. "It's about time," she muttered darkly.

[Bone Fort]

"Well then Naomi, since you're the expert on this place, what should we do next?"

[Zxamia]

Zxamia looked at the sun as it set. He thought it was beautiful. The new place really seemed tidy and up kept rather than the last place. College was going well and his new plan was being set in place. "Soon"

[Swith Witherward]

"Well then Naomi, since you're the expert on this place, what should we do next?"

"Find our bearing, I suppose," she replied. She walked towards the gateway. "By the way, I'm sorry for telling you to f-off, and for killing your spiders."

She peered into the gateway and then drew back again, a smattering of frost coating her face and hair. "I think you're flameproof. How well do you handle cold?"