Personification Life - IC Part III

[Monfrox]

"Could be worse, right?" Klanov said with a light chuckle. He finished the pork and still saved some morsels of the Mac and Cheese left to replace it's taste. "Thanks for letting me spend the night here." He said before taking a drink of the water.

[Cerillium]

The pillow caught on his augmented arm. He made no effort to free it. Feathers exploded from the pillow like snow.

"Feisty."

[Swith Witherward]

"Could be worse, right?" Klanov said with a light chuckle. He finished the pork and still saved some morsels of the Mac and Cheese left to replace it's taste. "Thanks for letting me spend the night here." He said before taking a drink of the water.

"You're welcome. I'll admit, it's not all in the spirit of friendship. I'm concerned about what those two idiots did to you," she said. "If you do manifest into something horrible, I'd rather it be here where I can keep you as well as the others safe." Honesty was always the best policy with Swith.

--

Naomi coughed as the feathers flew. "Ceril, so help me, I will take you apart bit by bit if you don't leave!"

[Cerillium]

"Very feisty," Ceril's metallic voice growled.

He stood up and brushed the feathers off.

"Goodnight, Naomi, I'll most likely build a large hamster wheel for you by morning."

He departed before she could remove any appendages.

[Monfrox]

"Well gee thanks. I feel so accepted and welcome." He said sarcastically, feeling as is she had shot him down from a date before he even had a chance to ask. It was kind of the same feeling, only he didn't really plan on asking her out any time soon, but still the friendship was kinda burnt at that statement for him. He sighed and looked up after finishing the meal. "So then you aren't doing this because you're a nice person? Or was that just the main reason." He said, feeling as if he should at least try to salvage the situation a bit. In his mind, he had one thought over and over after Swith mentioned to him about turning into some sort of monstrosity. "Mom is gonna kill me. Literally."

[Swith Witherward]

"Bastard," she whimpered. The last thing she wanted was a large, squeaky wheel set up someplace embarrassing. Knowing Ceril, it would be on the beach for everyone to see. Even if she didn't use it, everyone would know it was meant for her. Naomi began to realize just how brutal Swith's punishment really was.

"Oh Chinchilla," she tried to sing to herself, softly recapping the song.


"Shut up, Naomi," Swith called from the other room.

"As I said, I'm doing it because I don't know what they've done to you," she said to Klanov. I don't know if you're in danger. I'd rather keep you safe here. That doesn't make you a prisoner, and you're free to leave, but at least here I may be able to counter any effects that could inadvertently put your life at risk."

She sighed. "Look, I didn't mean to sound rude. I'm not a very... that is... I lack certain feelings these days although I can draw upon them from memory if I'm around those I know very well. If I sound unsympathetic, it's because I don't know you well enough yet. Give me time. I'm not exactly human and I'm terrible at pretending to be so."

[Cerillium]

"Jesus God, Swith, you're a bitch," Ceril paused in the hall. He returned to Naomi's room.

"I was teasing you. I won't build a wheel," he sat on the edge of the bed. "I won't force myself upon you. Still friends?"

[Monfrox]

"Well that's something you and my Мама have in common. But I guess I can learn to look past it. I'm just an all around sarcastic mother fucker. Sometimes I find it hard to turn it off, you know?" Klanov said, taking out his flask and swigging from it. He looked to Swith. "Want some? It ain't beer, mind you."

[Swith Witherward]

"Well that's something you and my Мама have in common. But I guess I can learn to look past it. I'm just an all around sarcastic mother fucker. Sometimes I find it hard to turn it off, you know?" Klanov said, taking out his flask and swigging from it. He looked to Swith. "Want some? It ain't beer, mind you."

"No, but thanks," she said to Klanov. "There's plenty to eat in the big room you saw when walking over here. Are you in pain at all?"

She heard Ceril's insult... and felt properly chastised by his words.

--

"Mmmhmm," Naomi said to Ceril. "Still friends." She moved over and leaned on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

[Monfrox]

"Not especially." Klanov said, putting the cap back on and placing it back on his vest. "Today has just been..." He paused to find the right, no, the suitable word to say in front of Swith. "....Hell." He said finally.

[Cerillium]

"S'okay," he patted her head with his organic hand.

His eyes widened.

"...... soft. Is this hair or fur?"

[Swith Witherward]

"Not especially." Klanov said, putting the cap back on and placing it back on his vest. "Today has just been..." He paused to find the right, no, the suitable word to say in front of Swith. "....Hell." He said finally.

"It sounds like it," she said. "How did you get here and where are you from?"

--

Naomi wasn't sure if Ceril was poking fun of her again. "I don't know. It's both, probably." She moved away and snorted. "It's the answer to world peace."

[Cerillium]

"What?" Ceril began to grin.

"Naomi, do you smoke cra-"

He bit his tongue and muttered, "Never mind. I've teased you enough. You were right to yell at me. I apologize."

[Monfrox]

"I poofed, and that's pretty much the best way to explain it. I don't know where I'm from. I have a collection of memories and such, but it's like a giant puzzle." Klanov answered, doing his best to explain.

[Swith Witherward]

"What?" Ceril began to grin.

"Naomi, do you smoke cra-"

He bit his tongue and muttered, "Never mind. I've teased you enough. You were right to yell at me. I apologize."

"No, it's my fault. I need to be less sensitive. You know, people probably wouldn't tease me as much if I wouldn't get embarrassed so easily." She yawned and blinked at him, then rested on his shoulder again. "You're a good friend."

--

"Poofing seems to be the method of travel around here," Swith laughed. "Hmmm... no memories at all? What about your uniform? Maybe the insignia means something? I have several books in the library that might help us figure it out."

[Monfrox]

"Insignia?" Klanov looked down and sure enough, there were stripes on his collar. Quite a bit of them in fact. "I don't know where this came from, I guess you could say I've worn this since I was born." He said to her.

[Cerillium]

Ceril eased back in bed and pulled her towards him.

"Don't ever change. Seriously. It's what sets you apart from assholes."

He yawned. His cybernetics began their quiet ticks as he began diagnostics. He was exhausted.

"You need to realize you're cute in this chinchiwhatever manifestation. Better get used to it."

[Swith Witherward]

"Insignia?" Klanov looked down and sure enough, there were stripes on his collar. Quite a bit of them in fact. "I don't know where this came from, I guess you could say I've worn this since I was born." He said to her.

"Unless your mother slept with a cloth-maker, you had to have earned the stripes somewhere," Swith told him with a grin. "Maybe we'll look them up tomorrow morning. For now, rest. You're welcome to stay here as long as you want."

--

"Chinchilla," Naomi yawned again. At least she had one friend who didn't think her personality was worthless. "Thanks, Ceril." She nestled against him and fell asleep to the sound of his clicks and ticks.

OOC: I was off the clock a while ago. I think it's time to go home and sleep!

[Cerillium]

Ceril's smile was genuine. It was an expression usually reserved for Widget alone.

"Good night, Naomi."

He stroked her fur/hair and allowed his processor to shut his mind down a section at a time.

"World peace," he mused, "brought on by chinchiwhatevers. Makes sense."

[Monfrox]

Klanov decided that it would be best to get some rest and then get Swith's help in the morning like she said. "Well, I wouldn't put it past her with the way I've heard that she acts with her friends. Thanks though, Swith. I appreciate it." He climbed up into the bed after removing his helmet and goggles. And then, it was the strangest thing. Music could be heard in the room. He sighed contently as he drifted off to sleep, but not before turning away from Swith and pulling his balaclava, assault vest, and everything that wasn't his blouse, pants, and socks off.

[Swith Witherward]

Swith stood up and covered him with a light blanket. She wasn't sure where the music came from, although she understood that he chose it. "That comes in handy," she whispered with a grin.

She went down the hall to apologize to Naomi and stood in the doorway looking at her assassin and splinter. "Okay, creepy but adorable," she sighed at the sleeping pair. "Naomi, why d'you have to be so dense? Can't you see he likes you?"

A quick check on Eva, and then Swith waded into her lagoon and returned to her sanctuary for a meal and some sleep.

OOC: Goodnight!

[Cerillium]

"She's right," Ceril mumbled to his sleeping companion, "I do like you."

He rested his face against her hair and allowed sleep to steal him away.

[Germanic Templars]

*Thriller had no memory when he was entering the hut to help Naomi, all he would know is that he was back in his hut in bed when he woke up. He took a quick look around before getting out of bed and heading on where everyone was at. Behind him, was the new mini factory-laboratory that was built by Thriller's tech priest.*

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*Aleki, as like last time, woke up in a startled panic over the same dream he had last time.*

[The BranRiech]

*Aleki, as like last time, woke up in a startled panic over the same dream he had last time.*

"We're gonna have to fix that." Grumbled Natiya, waking up with him. Somehow they were now back to normal.

Meanwhile:

Rylli had somehow avoided the Chinchilla epidemic long enough to find Bran sprawled out on their bed naked, stifling a giggle, Rylli pulled the blanket over him and sorted some clothes for him when he woke. After that little stint of maidservice, she sat on the couch watching mindless TV for an hour or so before turning in as well.

[Tiltjuice]

A small and furry Cuisine rolled off the bed...and made a tinny noise. Inside his chef's hat, he bounced down across the floor. The chef's hat, despite somehow being made of bronze, unfurled and grew a mic stand.

A headband appeared out of nowhere and wrapped itself around Cuisine's head, and the chinchilla began to sing while still sleeping.

" 'There is only one thing that matters this time/At the hands of justice, I won't let it die, no sacrifice, regrets left behind, I won't let it die, THIS TIME!!!!!!' " He wrapped all four paws around the mic stand and did a neat backflip and some snoring.

Overhead, the star Procyon A shone particularly brightly...