Reinforcements: *Sedately a-wanders in via the front door, and heads for the bar*
Quidam: *comes back to the bar... has been hanging out here lately* *transforms and enters* Oh... hello
Reinforcements: *Hates it here, but would rather come when it's convenient than be kidnapped through the freakin' seeker skylight again* 'Lo. Anything interesting been going on recently?
Quidam: *shrugs* Other than a couple more attacks the other day... nothing so far as I know.
Reinforcements: *Flicks his doorwings* Yeah, I got that memo... Seems like we failed to get the job done with that 'chopper, eh.
Quidam: *doorwing droop* .... I guess so. We'll get this one too though.
Reinforcements: I don't doubt it, but whoever's doing it probably won't be quite so obliging as to show up here and announce they're the culprit as the last one.
Quidam: So we have to do a bit more hunting then.
Reinforcements: Seems like. Probably not gonna get 'im until there's another attack though.
Quidam: *sigh* *sits at the bar*
Reinforcements: *Leans against the bar, toying with the idea of getting drunk despite the early hour* Can I ask what stake you've got in all this mess?
Quidam: I just... can't stand having us be hunted one by one while the others run scared ... wondering who'll be next, how to stop the attacker. I've been through it before... and I swore that it'll never happen again. Simple.
Reinforcements: Aah. . . So you're determined to have a hand in stopping the attacker then.
Quidam: Yeah.... I have my own demons to fight... maybe if I'm useful and can help stop this, I'll be able to sleep easier. *shrug* What about you?
Reinforcements: *Shrugs* I plan to help if I can, but it's not personal.
Quidam: I'm not really close to anyone who's been attacked... yet.
Reinforcements: I know there's got to be some kind of pattern to it, but I don't know what it could be. 'S frustrating.
Quidam: *hopes with all her Spark that none of her closer friends get hurt* Autobots, Decepticons and humans have all been attacked... all frequent this bar... *shrugs*
Reinforcements: There's got to be some connection, besides the bar. Since everybody's probably ended up here at some point or another.
Quidam: Everyone knows everyone else...?
Reinforcements: They all friends?
Quidam: I dont know
Nightfall: *may, or may not, have lurked in the rafters or something for a bit*
Reinforcements: *Sigh* That's the problem, isn't it. Can't figure out a mystery with only a third of the clues.
Quidam: Then we need more clues.
Reinforcements: How'd you propose we do that?
Nightfall: just need to look for them, starting with maybe talking with those who were attacked? Carefully *lifts a hand* and hey
Quidam: I'll ask around... do some more hunting. Hi Nightfall. Feeling better?
Reinforcements: *Offers Nightfall something that could be called a wave*
Nightfall: so I do, nothing so bad that it ended me in the medbay again *grins* And make sure to get someone to lurk around with
Quidam: Yeah, I won't go alone. I know I can be seen as an easy target.
Nightfall: anyone can be an easy target, just depends on who's doing the targeting.
Quidam: If this new attacker has the same ability as the first one... I could be a target, yeah. Not that I’m assuming or hoping I will be, of course.
Nightfall: I'm not sure what you mean with abilities. But it seems like he may be a little bit smarter than the other one
Quidam: Strength, claws, weapons.. smarts. Everything.
Nightfall: *wags a finger* some smarts at least. Going around attacking people isn't exactly the best way to get attention around here.
Quidam: No, I know that. *little smile* The mechs around here don't take kindly to stuff like that. The humans don't either.
Reinforcements: Still, they're smart enough to use the attacks of someone else to cover their own trail, at least for a while.
Nightfall: the last attack made it rather obvious that someone else is around.
Quidam: *flattens her doorwings against her back* Do you think the war will ever be over? *softly*
Nightfall: now, there's a tricky question. My answer would be that we definitely shouldn't give up hope on what's here. The local group may not be the only ones working to keep this place safe either *grins*
Quidam: When I first landed here and learned that this was a neutral zone... and I saw Decepticons for the first time in a non-hostile way... I thought "At last, peace." Now... I don't know anymore.
Reinforcements: Eh... I think a peace is still fairly likely. But you gotta remember that even in peacetimes there's gonna be some that like to start fights, and cause havoc.
Quidam: Then peace is a lie. It's just a break between fighting.
Nightfall: just what he said. It's been hardly just over a year too, so I think there will be growing pains for a while yet. Doesn't mean that all this is going to fail. I'd think of it differently. We have plenty here who was around before the war, myself included. And I think both sides have been doing a pretty good job at things so far
Quidam: *shrugs* So far.
Reinforcements: Yeah, so far. But the actions of a few don't reflect the whole. And while it may remain true there will always be fighting now and again, you can still try for the longest breaks in between possible.
Quidam: *nods*
Nightfall: I'd think it might be harder for someone who's seen nothing but the war to really trust in that too?
Quidam: Yeah.
Reinforcements: *Shrug*
Nightfall: something of a choice between taking what we have and working on the fears, or not?
Quidam: I'm going to work on the fears.
Nightfall: that's a start. Visiting a colony might be a good thing on some point too
Quidam: Maybe. *little sigh* I'll consider that. If you two will excuse me... I'm going to go try to relax.
Nightfall: just ask anytime, and I can see what can be done *grins* And sound sleep
Quidam: *isn't hoping to sleep... just to relax* Good day.
Sunrise: *Wanders in from the back, blinking a bit.* Well... this wasn't where I was going... *Chuckles softly* I guess this is the bar’s way of telling me I need a drink? ^_^
Quidam: *another stranger... but is just leaving, and does so* *into the back*
Nightfall: hey there
Reinforcements: *Watches Quidam go, and the stranger wander in, content with leaning heavily upon the bar counter*
Nightfall: *stretches out on a rafter, studying a pair of datapads*
Reinforcements: *Musing to himself as he lurks by that counter, staring off into space*
Flame Covered Salamander: *still curled up in the fire place, only laying on his back, lil feet curled up* zzzzz
Reinforcements: *Still thinks that's one weird organism*
Flame Covered Salamander: *ditto X3 *
Nightfall: *would think it more along the lines of interesting*
Reinforcements: *Interesting is stuff that doesn't defy the laws of physics. Living organics that're on fire are just weird.*
Nightfall: *too bad you weren't around when the attic was still open :3*
Flame Covered Salamander: *misses Prime :3 *
Reinforcements: *Already developing a drinking problem to escape the weird around here. x_x And weirder and he'll have a processor meltdown or summat*
Grey: *weird, you said?* *stalks the sally* OwwwO
Flame Covered Salamander: *is in da fireplace snoooooooozing <3 *
Reinforcements: *Flickers his optic band in a blink, watching the proceedings*
Nightfall: *hey, understand fully that not everyone can be a Nut :3*
Grey: *here sally, have some scritches*
Flame Covered Salamander: *purrrdurrrdur <3 *
Reinforcements: *. . . Pricks up both sets of doorwings, pushes himself up from leaning on the bar counter, and purposefully strides out the bar before his breaks his brain trying to comprehend how that works.*
Grey: *oops?* *scritchscritch* why, such a pretty salamander
Flame Covered Salamander: *murrbles and rolls over onto his side, get that spot right thar*
Perforate: *Pokes his head in the front door, sucking air*
Grey: *scritches, and ponders what fiery sallys might eat* *waves at the one with the tongue?*
Perforate: *Well, that's interesting* *Pads his way over to the deliciously flamey amphibian and Grey*
Flame Covered Salamander: *insects, crackers, cakes, has been known to eat a sock before*
Grey: *flicks a wing, and here, honey glazed insects?* *looooks at you*
Flame Covered Salamander: O_____z *snatches those outta the air with a squirmy flail move*
Perforate: . . . *Cocks his head to the side, still sucking in air at the two* Fascinating.
Grey: *pampers the sally* couldn't you say the same about transforming robots disguised as vehicles?
Perforate: *Spikes his armor briefly, as he didnae think the Grey was sentient* Of course, depending upon one's point of view.
Flame Covered Salamander: *is........sorta sentient......has the attention span of a flickering flame though* z_z Zzzzzzzzzzzzz
Grey: *is a Mun, so of-course she is. But then again, all is relative?* yep
Perforate: *Sadly, not equip with Mun-sensors. Though that would be the ultimate in cool, mostly useless technology* May I taste you?
Grey: I wouldn't mind. Not that things like taste tend to be consistent
Perforate: Admittedly no, but your chemical makeup is consistent enough that I can ID you through it. *Liiiiiick!*
Grey: *wouldn't bet on that 8D. Currently tastes of chocolate*
Perforate: *Clickclickclick* This cannot be right...
Grey: hmmm? *bamfs in some more treats for the pretty sally*
White Noise: *puts away its work, stands up and heads outside, transforming and driving off sedately*
Perforate: *Thus far not been witness to some of the crazier happenings of the bar, and thus taken something aback by the summoning of treats from the ether* What are you?
Grey: a Mun, all part of the weirdness of this place. I tend to like being a dragon :3
Perforate: A Mun...? *Internet results return nothing!* A shapeshifter then, or something more exotic?
Grey: just a gang of omnipotent folks, mostly, who likes to hang around. Not that you see us usually
Perforate: Oh... Why would the omnipotent desire to lurk around here? Surely it cannot be that interesting. *Doesn't see anyone. Ever.*
Grey: it depends :3 *bamfs to wind around a rafter*
Perforate: *Ruffles his armor, as this is weird, even for him*
Grey: *but fun, for some* *fades out*
Optimus Prime: *swings by the bar on his way back from... nothing productive, despite all efforts, tired and weary and just this side of HUNGRY* *looks around the place as he steps in* Evening.
Perforate: *Really hates it when they do that.* *Directs his attention over to the blessedly tangible and easy to identify Prime* Good evening.
Nightfall: hey there, Prime
Optimus Prime: How are things? *heads over to the bar for a no-grade to give the roombas a break even if it has been a slow day, and it looks that way, then finds his seat and starts right into it*
Nightfall: fairly quiet, not much in the way of news. If with some not so common visitors 'points towards the FCS*
Flame Covered Salamander: *perks up, IS THAT THE PRIME HE HEARS? 8DDDD *
Nightfall: *packs up and heads out. Returning to base to pester a CMO*
Optimus Prime: *nods thoughtfully* I see. Better that than nothing, I suppose.
Flame Covered Salamander: *chirpahs at the Prime* *HIIIIIIIIII REMEMBER ME 8DD ? *
Optimus Prime: *gives NF a short farewell* *oh, Primus, how could I forget you?*
Flame Covered Salamander: * 8B Made a burny impression on him...........prolly literally*
Perforate: *Observing the FCS, is. For it's interesting*
Splitz: *Ambles out of a cabinet above the bar counter*
Optimus Prime: *oh, you noticed the scorched front half too? fancy that*
Flame Covered Salamander: *so no more hugs? 8( *
Optimus Prime: *not unless you've found some way to turn off that flame of yours. I realize I'm covered in them too, but these don't hurt*
Perforate: *Has his attention briefly drawn to Splitz* *Clickclickclick*
Flame Covered Salamander: *sadly, has not T_T *
Overkill: *CRASHES in. Taking the door to the cabinet he tumbled out of with him*
Perforate: *Bristles, and hop-jumps back*
Overkill: *grumbles and rolls onto his belly, ire croc is ireful*
Optimus Prime: *looks up at the sound*... Goodness.
Splitz: *....what's the licky thing? o3o*
Perforate: *Just your humble, lovable Licker monster!* *Settles his armor down flat, looking much like an offended cat who is pretending they wasn't just startled*
Splitz: *Yeeeeah.... and I'm a humanitarian*
Perforate: *Such derisiveness... You'd be so ashamed if I really was a nice guy*
Splitz: *Nope. I'm a raccoon. I have no shame 83*
Perforate: *Well then, let's see if you're tasty as well.* *Shuffleshuffles towards the raccoon drone, sucking in air*
Eva Marshall: *walks in, covered in oil and grease* ... =_= *slinks off to the showers and disappears into them*
Optimus Prime: *watches the place quietly*
Perforate: *Thank Primus... can't be scaring a human with the Prime in the room*
Stilt Walker: *woo 8D silent hill'd Mun kicks in silent hill'd critter!**tumbles in, but quickly rebounds, landing perfectly on all four stilts, joints however, splayed out at awkward and seemingly impossible angles*
Optimus Prime: *... has to blink at that*... Seems the bar is in a... mood today. Are you alright?
Stilt Walker: *tilts head to Prime, wondering if the question was directed to him**shifts, joints swinging around, neck curling back into his body*
White Noise: *drives back sedately, transforms and steps in, measuring the room carefully before returning to its table and its work*
Stilt Walker: *peers at WN curiously*
Perforate: *Sometimes wonders where that White Noise goes. Since it doesn't leave often, as far as he can tell*
White Noise: *if it is bothered or notices Stilt's attention, it gives no sign of it*
Stilt Walker: *head rotates...then gives a few jerky and seizure-tastic steps to the bar*
Optimus Prime: *... or no answer is fine. you seem alright anyway* *swirls the rest of his cube and considers a second, as he knows he well should*
Perforate: *Decides the place for him is under the table lurking, and thus lightly pads under his favorite table to do just that*
Optimus Prime: *yep. second cube it is*
Galeforce: *Drops in from the roof, armor still hot from flight*
Quidam: *comes out from the back* *stretches...... blink blink* Good evening, sir.
Perforate: *Pokes his head out from under the table to suck air and discern who it is*
Galeforce: Good evening. *Settles on his long talons, armor rippling and flicking like a bird's plumage*
Optimus Prime: *nods to both of 'em and looks toward the back bunks*
Quidam: Hello Galeforce *OP* <<Sir, is there any more news about the attacks?>>
Galeforce: Prime, sir. *Respectful incline of his head* Quidam. A pleasure.
Optimus Prime: *looks over at her, then down at his cube* *Qui* <<Nothing more than what I've already told everyone. Blessing and a curse, all the same.>>
Quidam: *OP*<<Just so you know... I want to help fight to put these attacks to a stop.>>
Swifthunt: *transforms over the parking lot and stalks in, bleeding heat, wings rigid, pausing to examine the room warily, as usual*
Optimus Prime: <<I admire that, but for now, there isn't much we can do but wait and see what more turns up.>> *nods to SH*
Quidam: *nods* *little sigh and little smile to Galeforce*
Swifthunt: *nods curtly to OP and Galeforce, adding a "sir" to the second, before heading for his usual, out-of-the-way booth by the Pool Room*
Galeforce: *Nods in return to Swift* *And of course a smile for the pretty femme*
Quidam: *shush, isn't pretty*
Galeforce: *My dear, all femmes are pretty, save for the few that are... striking, instead*
Quidam: *orders a small cube*
Quidam: *comms Bee to ask if she can come by tonight*
Bumblebee: *but of course you can, Qui ^_^*
Quidam: *yaaaay*
Perforate: *Well, quiet and peace is all well and good, but he has the overwhelming urge to chase and hurt things. Thus slinks out from under his table and out to the garden to go get small mammals to feed the Nepenthes*
Nepenthes: *<333333333s you*
Perforate: *<33333333 having a legitimate reason to hunt things*
Optimus Prime: *... randomly fires off a comm. to a certain weapons expert*
Quidam: *rolls her shoulder and the joint gives a little pop* *rests her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand* *sigh*
Perforate: *The mighty hunter stalks his prey... the ever elusive tree squirrel!*
Quidam: Is there anything else new going on?
Optimus Prime: *leans his cheek against a loose fist and... just might be dozing off, might not*
Galeforce: *Watches, idly grooming his armor*
Quidam: .... *softly* Guess not
Galeforce: At times, no news is best.
Quidam: Yeah... like now
Eva Marshall: *is probably...... drowning in a bathtub in the washroom @@*
Quidam: *nuu drowning*
Optimus Prime: *well, that'd be unpleasant*
Perforate: *I'd save you! Except for the whole part where you dun like me, and I'm out chasing rodents in trees*
Stilt Walker: *is all stretched out, looking like he literally ragdoll'd on the bar**optics dim, may be resting*
Eva Marshall: *izza PRUNE*
Perforate: *Is being sworn at in squirrel-ese*
Squirrel :: *D< GTFO MY TREE BITCH*
Perforate: *I'd be happy to vacate the tree once you're nice and dead in my crop >3*
Tekk: *Strolls out of the kitchen, a bowl tucked neatly at his side, stirring , looking about in some amusement*
Quidam: *looks over at the human... oh, he was one of the ones at the fight. He had a gun* hello
Squirrel : *...pelts with acorns >:D*
Tekk: Good evening.
Eva Marshall: *slinks outta the bathroom with clean clothes and a towel @@*
Stilt Walker: *lifts head, and peers at the Tekk human, dipping head once in a general greet*
Perforate: *D= Nuuuu! Those things are... kinda annoying!*
Optimus Prime: *looks up and around for a brief moment, then dives right back into his... conversation or nap, take your pick*
Squirrel : DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD<! *peltpeltpeltpeltBESMITEDBEAST*
Perforate: *Nevar!* *Will climb up there after you if he must*
Stilt Walker: Squirrel: *I will call my FUZZY HORDE to arms...*
Chipmunk that Silver killed : *avenge me! oh sorry... wrong mech*
Barricade: *somewhere, wonders why the Horde just moved towards the road as a singular unit....*
Perforate: *More rodents for me to murder, in a horrible squirrel genocide! Mwahahahaha!*
Squirrel : *is summoning his LEGION OF THE UNDEA-...fuzzy hoard*
Chevron: *trips into the Seeker Skylight* WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH * FUMPS..... right on Prime's head* .... OO;
Stilt Walker: *FLAILS and flings right off the bar*
Quidam: *jumps*
Perforate: *They too shall fall before my Licker-y might! Now get down here and meet your fate like a man!*
Squirrel : *CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE MY MINIONS, CHAAAAAAAAARGE**squirrelly terror descends from the heavens, like little deities of god*
Optimus Prime: *after a mini-flail and a few controlled moves, has Cheveh down on the floor on his back, fist back to strike*.... *and blinks* Chevron?
Penny Feely: *zombie shuffles outta the back looking decidedly not with it*
Chevron: O_O;;;;;
Perforate: *BITEsnaplickwithbarbsofflailingtongueDEATH!*
Chevron: Uh...heya bossman?
Quidam: *blink blink*
Penny Feely: ..........tough room. z_o
Squirrel : *devours with little CHIZZEL TEETH*
Quidam: Hello
Optimus Prime: *draws himself back and settles immediately, if not a bit embarrassed*... What... happened? *helps the poor kid to his feet... and belatedly realizes his chair is now somewhere against the next table over*
Ezra'il: *hovers overhead with his rotorblades a-singing, before transforming in the parking lot and landing with a ka-THUDDDDhjshfbjfb*
Penny Feely: *stumbles midstep at that* ..........Ezzyzilla...*fwumps on a couch*
Overkill: *8DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!**waddlewaddlewaddle to the door!*
Quidam: o.o .... sounds like the big one, yup
Perforate: *Luckily made of metal! And less chewable than not*
Ezra'il: *arranges his rotors and ducks in--* ^________^ *at his croc*
Overkill: *GOES STRAIGHT FOR THEM EZZY FEET*
Quidam: good evening
Ezra'il: *scoops him up, turns him upside down, for CROC BELLY SCRITCHENS* Hello.
Overkill: *sklsjdflskjdljaljstrance'd*
Chevron: WELL I was walkin' down the beach and then I fell through that nifty lil’ bird hatch. 8D That is the extent of mah knowledge.
Kalita Jameson: *is somewhere on that beach FREAKING OUT because OMFG WHERE THE HELL'D HER SURF BOARD GO?!*
Chevron: *8D shits a surfboard*
Overkill: *...well now even that managed the trance'd gator to grimace...*
Kalita Jameson: *..... oh gross. now I dun want it oo*
Chevron: ..Well hey. Shezza be unhappy I still have that. <.<
Perforate: *Glad he's busy having an epic squirrelly battle and not present to witness that*
Chevron: *Not literally XD it fell off of his back*
Optimus Prime: *blinks and... orders the kid a cube* The bar has... been up to its usual mischief all day long. *and yeah, it's definitely time for a rest*
Chevron: Yah alright, bossdude? Hey, thanks. *nabs the cube and mmmnnn <3*
Quidam: >_<
Penny Feely: I wanna see Kal. * 8( *
Quidam: *sighs.... should head out again*
Optimus Prime: *nods* I'm fine, if a bit overdue for stasis. Wake me if I'm needed. *straightens his table and heads into the back for OMFG REST*
Ezra'il: *scritchy that croc there and stands by the door as usual*
Kalita Jameson: *... wibble!*
Quidam: Good night, sir
Chevron: Night, bossdude. *texts Kal: BAR SUCKED ME IN.*
Overkill: *happy crocy 8D*
Perforate: *>< There's too many sah! Strategic withdrawal necessary!*
Kalita Jameson: *that's great hun THE PHONE'S IN YOUR GLOVE COMPARTMENT D8*
Chevron: *chest goes BLEEP BLEEP.* ......
Squirrel: >DDD *THIS. IS. SPARTA BIATCH.*
Squirrel: *TONIGHT MEN. WE DINE IN HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELL*
Galeforce: *Cheap thrill, young one?*
Quidam: .......
Chevron: *no, the popcorn is ready 8D*
Perforate: *Well... got at least nine of the little furry bastards. Thus makes his wild dash back INTO the bar!*
Chevron: *jiggles them jubblies for a second before flouncing to a beanbag to flop on it*
Squirrel Horde: *Gives Chase!*
Quidam: *okay.... is gonna duck out of here* Um... I'm going to get going... good night
Penny Feely: ......*snickers at Chev*
Kalita Jameson: *slips on her flip flops and starts walking her ass all the way back to town. is gonna EAT her a bar, is*
Perforate: *Claws skidding on the flooring as he darts in* Squirrels! *Leaps for the rafters*
Penny Feely: Night. *half-ass wave towards the exit before returning to her faceflop on the couch*
Tekk: ...my my. Vicious beasts, are they? *Deadpan*
Squirrel Horde: *follows him, with the single minded determination for BLOOD*
Quidam: *avoids the horde, goes outside, transforms and takes off down the road*
Penny Feely: .............so this is about average for the bar. *slow headtilt and a nod*
Ezra'il: *is... mildly unnerved by the horde D8*
Squirrel Horde: *do not intervene. We will devour your first born children if you do*
Ezra'il: *...leave my croc alone >(*
Perforate: *D= Eek! Lemme alone!*
Eleanor: *is suddenly damn glad she's not in the bar*
Penny Feely: *..............well thar goes my illegitimate love child*
Baby Tobias: *me too?* O.o
Tekk: *Sets the bowl of batter on the counter, setting back to watch the show in amusement*
Squirrel Hoard: *is slowly encompassing the rafters in a sea of red, black, and gray fuzzy bodies*
Ezra'il: *wonders if squirrel infestation counts as bouncing...*
Galeforce: *...is mildly unnerved by these small bodies*
Kalita Jameson: *aaaand suddenly the wind is dead silent, the sand not so soft... wait, that's not sand* oO;;;... --; Aw, fuck me.
Perforate: *Trapped in the middle of one of the rafters, desperately looking for a way out* A little help, please?
Squirrel Horde: *>DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD MUAHAHA GETIM' BOYS!**swarms*
Ezra'il: *hmmm.... LEAPS up into the rafters, and ROARS at teh squirrels, biatches*
Penny Feely: *aslkjdalsdghh HE'S LOUD* *under the pillows now*
Squirrel Hoard: *...SWARMS after Ezzy too...but damn this ones to big!**RETREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!**disappears into the bar's orifices*
The Bar: *AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN BUY ME DINNER FIRST*
Perforate: *Audial capacity over... oO* Eh.. Thank you.
Squirrel Hoard: *Good Sahs. We will be back!**srs communal terminator/AHNOLD fayce*
Kalita Jameson: *flinches down at that roar and OMG SQUIRR-*... What the... hell was that about?
Penny Feely: *pops outta the couch*...I just come here for the booze. *shrugs and omg my hair is a mess -__- *
Ezra'il: *jumps out of the rafters and the WINDOWS RATTLE and goes back to petting his croc quietly*
Overkill: *is pleasantly unfazed <3*
Perforate: *Half falls offa his rafter, landing heavily on the floor* Fascinating rodents this planet plays host to.
Kalita Jameson: *skitters over to Penneh's couch and curls in the pillows with her, half nekkid or no*
Penny Feely: Have fun at the beach? *offers a blankie and a pillow nest*
Kalita Jameson: Yeah. Haven't been to the west coast in so long. The swells were awesome to see again. @@ *NESTS*
Penny Feely: Never been surfing but I can imagine. You should teach me.
Kalita Jameson: *grins* I wasn't surfing either, just carrying the board around mostly.... Well, Chev was.
Penny Feely: *snickers* I noticed.
180: *flutters in, oozing heat from hissing turbines*
Kalita Jameson: *curls up in the blanket and grins at the flyboy* Hey, you.
Penny Feely: *snugs on a Kal*
180: *blinks at Kal**soft tired cheep*
Perforate: *Well, the battle wasn't an entire loss. Thus hesitantly pads out into the garden again to feed the Nepenthes the spoils of not-quite defeat*
Kalita Jameson: *snugs on the Penneh* How've you two been? You especially, flyboy. I haven't seen you in... months?
180: *cheeps a bit, and uses his wings to hide a few choice new marks* f-f-fine
Kalita Jameson: *aww, c'mon, I'm not gonna kill you over a few lightning scorches, just wash the bejeezus outta ya* *reeeaches a hand for him*
180: *they ain’t lighting scorches...**churrs and slowly comes forward, dipping a blunt finger down into her hand*
Kalita Jameson: *.... weirdo* *grabs that finger and pulls him toward them* C'meeeere. Gimme a hug.
Perforate: *There. Nine squirrels, a rather decomposing gopher, and what may have been a snake for the meat eating plant*
180: *DX not THOSE kinda marks neither, may have some resemblance to scars**slowly eases closer to her, attempting a smile* h-h-hi K-Kal
Nepenthes: *omnomnomnom <333333s you forever... for the next 30 seconds, anyways 8D*
Kalita Jameson: *faaaacehuggers heem* Heeeeeeey.
Perforate: *Reward me with an interesting scent?*
180: *squeak!*
Kalita Jameson: *giggles and snug!* Aw, c'mon. You didn't miss me at all?
180: *nodnods* o-o-of c-course I d-d-did!
Nepenthes: *smells like... smells like... Nut Spread on a Zombie Snake Trap!*
Tekk: *...how do you even know what that smells like*
Nepenthes: *doesn't have to know, just has to make it smell like it OwwwO*
Perforate: *Who cares, it's interesting =3*
Kalita Jameson: Awww. *patpats a little bit of cheek armor before sliding back of him to the couch again* So what've you been up to, besides the clouds?
Penny Feely: *......weed-be-gone. that's all I'm asterisk sayin’*
Nepenthes: *T____T*
Perforate: *Don't be hatin' on the interesting smelling plant of fun. I likes it.*
Penny Feely: *it's tried to eat all of us at least once!*
Kalita Jameson: *well... wanted to snuggle on it that one time T___T*
Penny Feely: *stands, popping almost every bone in her back* @o .........How old am I again? ARugh.
Perforate: *So? . . . Oh yeah, easily ingested organic things...*
Tekk: You are taking care of yourself, are you not, my curious? *Sips at his scotch, waaaatching her*
180: *shrugs slightly* n-n-nothing much...o-o-ther than that
Penny Feely: *nagyg remembers that bet she lost* Of course. Get the Viking to put vertebrae back where they belong. *though has been slacking in the past week on account of the work and finding time to get there....* *sheepish grin*
Perforate: *Leaves the Nepenthes to its forgetting he exists, and pads back into the main bar*
Tekk: *Nods, smiling slightly* Indeed. Marc is a good fellow.
Penny Feely: He's great. Rurik chases the rabbits out of his yard while I'm there.
Tekk: I imagine he enjoys it well.
Kalita Jameson: Really? You must have a boring life. *snugs on a Penny* oo;
Penny Feely: *chews on Kal's hair for a moment* oo; The beast or the Viking? Tickles both their fancies and costs me lest on items I have to replace when Ruri goes on a chewing frenzy.
Perforate: *Flops on the bar counter*
Tekk: *Chuckles* Your beast is the most destructive one I know.
Penny Feely: Should have got him neutered but ah...he makes pretty babies.
Tekk: *Soft laugh* Useful ones, too, I imagine?
Perforate: *Neutered? Must look it up- Sweet Primus! O_O*
Penny Feely: *ha ha broke yer brain >3 * Valuable ones. He's highly valued for his genes.
Kalita Jameson: *gnaws on Penny's sleeve* Wench. You didn't tell me you stud your dog out.
Nepenthes: *butbutbut... LOVES Y-waitwhut?*
Tekk: *Smiles*
Penny Feely: Pfft, can't you tell he's a stud? Come on, look at him.
Perforate: *Bah, brain is as intact as ever. Though that is a fairly twisted practice right there*
Kalita Jameson: Should've figured, but no, I didn't know you did.
Penny Feely: *hey, Bob Barker told us to keep the animal population down, dammit* .....I can get ya a puppy that will destroy all your furniture and chew on your boyfriend? 8D ?
Tekk: Hmph.
Penny Feely: Oh one time. *sneeeeeeerks*
Kalita Jameson: Pah. My boyfriend does enough damage already. *grins over at Chev and his react-... aw, fuck, he's asleep again*
Tekk: Once was more than enough.
Penny Feely: ....Your boy is narcoleptic. *nods and isn't sneekering at Tekk, isn't* Sorry. ^_^;; Kal, I breed him to other SAR groups throughout the country. A keen sense of smell and a healthy bloodline is as valuable as diamonds in that biz.
Tekk: *Though watch your words, my curious. Implying that the bloodline bites the boyfriends... what does that make you and I, hmmm?*
Penny Feely: *mentally chokes on her tongue XD;;; I MEANT KAL*
Perforate: *I believe the term is Freudian slip...*
Penny Feely: *I'LL SLIP YOU.............wait that doesn't sound right oo;; *
Illya: *steps in through the main door, keys in one hand, traveling knapsack in the other, slightly scruffy-looking.... well, hell* This is bad habit of this place.
Perforate: *Oh, please do.*
Tekk: *Looks up, losing a bit of his calm*
Kalita Jameson: *LAWLS* Wooow, woman. No wonder he's constantly passing out on me.
Penny Feely: *aruagkhg* *blinkas at that one but is a-snuggin’ on Kal* I know. *sneeker*
Illya: *drops the bag, checks out the door... yup, Enzo's there, then looks around, nodding with bland politeness at Tekk*
Kalita Jameson: *looks over at the new guy* oo; Wow. More new people.
June Frayne: *hobbles in at the kitchen doorway, dressed in pajamas, basket in one hand, other hand holding her balance on the doorframe and a set of knitting needles in her mouth* ..........* T_T left her crutch at the house.....*
Illya: *smiles a bit at that* I am not new, is just - *stops dead at the sight of June, frowning, and in a few long strides is next to her*
Perforate: *Sucks air at Illya, before he's distracted by his favorite stalking human* Hello, human that is likely June.
Penny Feely: June.........where is the crutch I found for you? >8/
Kalita Jameson: *flails* June! D8
Tekk: *Frowns at June, noting the fuss*
June Frayne: *omg is in her ratty old pajamas, knee wrapped up and askdghkaghgh Illya* ><;;;; Back on my bed? Hi, Illya......shush, Perforate, you -know- it's me.
Perforate: *Whimsically* I know no such thing.
Kalita Jameson: How about if I tell you she's June? Oo;
Perforate: How do I know you are not being deceived?
Penny Feely: .....you mean she didn't get licked.......hussy. *pouts since she was ambushed licked*
Diane: *Strolls in, wearing a babydoll and an open robe, glass of wine in one han--SQUEAK!*
Kalita Jameson: ..... Lucky snot. *still has a scar from that, damnit --;*
June Frayne: .....suddenly I feel a bit better about my clothes. ^_^ *trying to keep her foot off the floor >.o; was a lot easier with a crutch for balance*
Illya: *offers an arm to support June, throwing a puzzled look at Diane*
Kalita Jameson: *bliiinks at Diane* Wardrobe provides for all?
June Frayne: *glaaaaaaaaaadly takes the arm inwardly going aksdhgksadgh <3 twitter* Thanks. Once I get going it's not so bad. *is a bruised mess now that they've had time to set in 8D and the cuts*
Diane: *Has one hell of a scar on her thigh, squeaks again, tucking the robe around her*
Perforate: I assume that another strange fashion taboo has taken place then?
Penny Feely: *has to.......cover her face in the pillows to stifle her giggle fit at Diane* *muffled* Babe, happens to all of us.
Diane: *Muffled* Oh hell. *Pulls hand away from her face long enough to toss down the rest of the wine like water*
Illya: *.... shrugs out of his woolen longcoat and offers it to Diane, working to keep from jarring June and taking stock of each of those cuts and bruises* Here.
Diane: ...thank you. *Huddles into the coat, nearly as red as her hair*
June Frayne: *hes' a gentlemen too, this is why I'm dooomed @@ * Oh crud....I left Float picking through yarn. >.o
Tekk: *Retreats into the kitchen with his brownie batter*
Kalita Jameson: Makes me glad I stopped running around the house naked just before I came here. oo;
Perforate: *Feels shunned*
Diane: I wanted a nice relaxing evening at home after last night's fiasco at the Waldorf.
Penny Feely: ......somehow I think...many males just felt a disturbance in the force, Kal. *griiiiins at her*
Kalita Jameson: *griiins back at her* Heh heeeeh. Won't catch me in here nekkid. oo;
Perforate: Pft. It's very liberating I hear.
Penny Feely: ...I almost flashed Prime once. ><; Don't want to repeat that.
Penny Feely: And Diane, you are the bar's favorite victim as of late. * XD; *
Diane: ...don't remind me.
Kalita Jameson: *GNAWS Penny!* Ambitious, aren'tcha?
Penny Feely: Pierce! She ruined my shirt! *chews back*
Illya: Float? Maybe we move to a table? What happen?
Diane: So long as you're not showing off to 'Bird. *Manages a smile before RETREATING to the WARDROBE!*
June Frayne: ...my great luck again? *nods toward a table and tries to start hobbling that away* ......I'm never making fun of Don again. -_-;; And Float is the jellyfish drone. She's so sweet.
Donovan Allen: *^_______________^* *ain't as easy as it looks is it?*
June Frayne: *shush, Stumpy :3 *
Illya: *grins a bit at her, still worried* Carry you?
Kalita Jameson: *GNAW* She is. *nomnomnom*
June Frayne: OO Ummmm....ok...*is gonna blush and knows it ><; *
Illya: *picks her up lightly, mindful of any bruises he might not see, and heads to a table near-ish the other humans in the Bar*
Penny Feely: Hey, I wouldn't flash Bird.........he's freaky. I have some couth! ........*waaatches June and Illya* ...*wheesper to Kal* She liiiikes that one, thar.
Kalita Jameson: *blinkblink* oO... Oo... ><... *whispers right back* We're gonna have to talk to her.
Diane: He is not freaky! *Emerges in a tank top and shorts, feet bare, bottom part of a familiar symbol visible on her thigh*
Penny Feely: *whispermisper* Oh come on, at least he's nice?
Illya: *is amused to say the least*
June Frayne: *blushing, BLUSHING oo;;; *
Kalita Jameson: Hey, De Nile's an ugly river, hun. *OO @ Penny* Dude, the hell? He's also like twice her age!
Penny Feely: *was in love with a 21 year old when she was 14.......................* Age is a factor...*eyebrow quirk at Diane* ...he soooo is.
Diane: *Straightfaced* Hey, I think entrails from the Christmas tree is romantic.
Perforate: *Snrt*
Penny Feely: That was just Decepticon Martha Stuart right there. *............can't keep a straight face*
June Frayne: *mumbles* ><;; Don't you love when they whisper in a quiet bar and it just echoes across the room? *ehhakgdhgghg*
Kalita Jameson: ... Okay, I missed something again, I know I did, but I'm sensing a match made in heaven right here. *>< @ you, Penneh! you're not helping!* Yeah, a big one.
Diane: *Hands Illya back his coat* Thanks. Appreciate it.
Penny Feely: *bemused* How old is Chevy?
Illya: *chuckles* Maybe I plug my ears? *gives a tiny polite bow to Diane and takes it* You are welcome.
Kalita Jameson: Chevy isn't human. Don't bring him into this. oo
June Frayne: Thinking about jamming the knitting needles in there and rupture a drum. oo;;; *speaking of, goes back to knitting to do something with neeeervous energy*
Penny Feely: *holds up her hands with a chuckle* Just saying. Bah, new topic, this is almost like gossiping and that's freaky. .......what do you think Tekk is cooking in the kitchen and do you think we can steal it? >.>
Tekk: *You can't tell me you can't smell the chocolate*
Penny Feely: *I caaaaaaaaan owwwwwwwo *
June Frayne: *arugh no more sweets D8 mom's been on a baking rampage lately*
Perforate: *Really ought to be watching the Tekk cook, since he's interested in baking*
Illya: *sits next to her and streeeeeeeetches, checks his face... needs a shave -_-* You are alright?
Kalita Jameson: *might... just have to drool at that*.... I think if we can't steal it, we can kick him out and ravage the place... maybe.
Tekk: *...hah.*
June Frayne: *thinks he looks just fine oo; * *glances up from the current knitting project* Mhmm. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Took a tumble and well...it could have been worse. *forces a grin, because when she thinks too much about the attack she almost feels sick*
Penny Feely: .....or shove him into the wine pantry and then ravage the place. ......or hell, just enmass in there, grab as much as we can and run like hell to the washroom. Guys can't go in there, right? >.>;
Kalita Jameson: ... We can lock the door. :3
Penny Feely: And take a bath with the victory brownies. This plan is fucking genius.
Kalita Jameson: Oh gods, chocolate bath. @@;
Perforate: *Soft, disconsolate whine and oozes off the counter*
Tekk: *None of these plans are conducive to me making brownies in the future, or biscotti*
Penny Feely: I meant eat them while taking a bath, but that works too. XD; Wouldn't be surprised if that wasn't an option in there. *..............you wouldn't be so cruel ;3; *
Kalita Jameson: *hey, we can always make them ourselves. we'll get to lick the bowls and everything :3*
Penny Feely: *......us in your kitchen..........just think about it XD *
Tekk: *...this depends entirely upon the question of do I get to clean you up, my curious?*
Illya: *notes that strain, does* Then it is good it is not so bad. *tucks a loose bang carefully behind her ear* You are staying busy, I see.
Kalita Jameson: *paws off mah woman >8| *
Penny Feely: *alskdghkghgh*
Tekk: *That says nothing about my tongue, madam*
Penny Feely: *ksdlghsd JUST MAKE THE BROWNIES*
Kalita Jameson: *... okay then, all body parts off mah woman >8| *
Perforate: *And you thought getting licked by me was bad...*
Perforate: *Shuffleshuffles over to stick his head in the kitchen door, and 'watch' Tekk*
Tekk: *Has brownies in the oven, is calmly kneading bread dough*
June Frayne: Can't do chores with a bum knee. *taps the wrapped limb lightly with a needle* So mom wanted me to make gloves for everyone for winter. ...would you like a pair? I don't actually suck at this. ^_^; *resists urge to lean towards his hand*
Penny Feely: *Kal, when we gonna elope?*
Illya: I think I like that. The docks, they are not very warm.
Kalita Jameson: *ready when you are, babeh*
Perforate: *Sits down, jaws agape and lightly sucking air*
Penny Feely: Diane, you ready to go raid the kitchen? *gives a lil’ nodnod at Kal, let's do this :3 *
Diane: ...oh dear. What the hell, why not.
June Frayne: *holds up one finished glove out of the basket she'd made that evening in a dark, hunter's green wool. Hobo gloves 83 * See if it fits...
Kalita Jameson: *grins and hops out of the blanket to go sneeeeakysneak over to the kitchen door* oo; *SNIIIFF*
Penny Feely: *follows Kal, is all stealthy like X3 *
Perforate: *Occupying a large portion of that kitchen door*
Diane: *Sneaks along with, using Perf for cover*
Penny Feely: *.........must........resist.......urge to kickhimintheass*
Kalita Jameson: *sneaksneaks between Perf's feets* 83
Perforate: *You may hurt your foot if you try.*
Penny Feely: *remind me to return with my steel toed boots....* *stays on the outside of the doorframe, hugging the wall*
Tekk: *Pretends to be oblivious, calmly kneadkneadkneadFLOPkneadkneadkneading dough*
Perforate: *It will be entertaining, at least.* *Cocks his head to the side*
Illya: *this can only end in laughter... but is busy trying on the glove :3*
Kalita Jameson: *waaatches, fascinated* oo;
Penny Feely: *......Kal, you are not leading this raiding party XD; Short attention spanned heathen*
June Frayne: *would so lead the raid if she could run T_T *
Kalita Jameson: OO... *oh, oh right! raiding party!* *giggles and scampers in* Hey there, hongry! *SNAGS a few bags of chips and cookies and such and skitters back out* KTHX BAI!
Perforate: *Not sure how he feels being used as cover. But is willing to play along if he can have a brownie*
Diane: *Darts in after, chirping a cheerful 'hello!', grabbing some goodies--namely chocolates, including the brownie spoon, and darting back out*
Swifthunt: *this is just.... weird. But at least it's a quiet weird*
Penny Feely: *akhgsgh where was the signal to go?? darts past Perf and uses her socks to slide around the island, nabbing for that damn jar of biscotti she knows is there! and tries to make her escape!*
Tekk: *Drops the bread dough, lunging after Penny with floury hands*
June Frayne: *......giggles* Guys, shaaare.
Penny Feely: *squeals!!! and ducks, darting around the island* You got flour on my shirt!
Perforate: *Just lurks in the door, watching*
Diane: *Brings her spoils over, taking a lick before presenting June with the brownie batter spoon*
Kalita Jameson: >.o;;; Aw, fine, fine. *gives her a bag of cookies* Don't blame me for your hyper rush later though.
Tekk: *Smirks* I'll get it on more than your shirt. *Goes OVER the island*
June Frayne: *.............brownie batter @@ * *omnomalgskdghsn*
Kalita Jameson: *nomnomnoms cookies* Wait a sec... Where's my wench?
Penny Feely: Yeah well-ACK! *flails! and ditches the biscotti to climb ON the counter* You left your wench behind!!
Tekk: *Goes after her with the agility that a forty year old man shouldn't have*
Illya: *gets himself a hot sweet tea and waaaatches the mayhem, amused*
Perforate: *Hmm... Snaps his tongue out and steals that biscotti she abandoned*
June Frayne: I regret not joining in. o3o I am faster than most of them.
Kalita Jameson: >< Damnit, woman! Do I have to save your ass again? *puts her stash on the couch, knowing good and well she's likely gonna lose that before she gets back, and runs back into the kitchen wielding... a random sharpie* >3
Penny Feely: Oh you suck Per-OH MY GOD. *cackles and lunges across the counters and LEAPS to the island, nearly sliding off because of her socks*
Tekk: *Moves to grab her mid-leap, jumping like the catamount she named him*
Kalita Jameson: *POUNCES at Tekk* EN GARDE, COOKIE!
Penny Feely: *can't evade that, she's good but not that good and slick tile and socks are not best friends* Kaaaal!
Tekk: *Lets out an undignified whoop, grabbing both women*
Perforate: *Snickers, and noms his stolen biscotti, no matter it's gonna make his tanks unhappy*
Penny Feely: *oh is gonna MURDER YOU PERF XD * *grabby, grabby for sink sprayer to drench him, them, hell all of them if she can*
June Frayne: How have you been, Illya? I've.......*these needles are so interesting* ...missed you.
Kalita Jameson: *CLINGS to Tekk* DO IT, WENCH! I'll take one for the team and you'd BETTER eat them goddamn brownies!
Tekk: *Frees one hand and TICKLES whichever wench he can*
Perforate: *Oh, pretty-please do! *
Penny Feely: *does so 8D even sprays Perf for a second before trying to drench Tekk*
Perforate: *Floofs a moment at the sudden WET, before shaking off like a dog*
Kalita Jameson: *SQUEAL!*
Penny Feely: *tries to squirm awaaaay*
Tekk: *Holds on for dear life, cold water or no!*
Kalita Jameson: *squIIIIIIRM!* *ohey, has a sharpie. tries to draw on his arms* 83
Penny Feely: *busts out laughing at the silliness of it all*
Tekk: *Lets out a muffled curse, before BITING Penny*
Perforate: *Rubs at his notta-face with a foreclaw, before snickering at the continuing silliness*
Penny Feely: *squeaksqueals! before shoving the sprayer down his shirt* >3
Tekk: *Yelps out something in Italian that doesn't sound particularly kind, hand groping to subdue Penny and the DAMN HOSE!*
Kalita Jameson: *CLINGS to his feet* No way, dude. X3
Penny Feely: *squuuuuirms and manages to roll over, trying to keep the sprayer out of his reach, oh hey, sorry Perf XD;; *
Perforate: *Oh, you suck Penny. No cookies for you when I make them*
Illya: *tilts his head at June, then offers his arm and his side* I miss you. It is maybe good thing of this place, when it brings me here.
Tekk: *...goes limp, falling on Kal, still holding Penny*
June Frayne: ^_^ *leans on him sneaking in a hug* I think so. I can't afford to fly to your homeland.
Penny Feely: *..........just continues to spray Perf :3 * ......are the brownies done yet? X3
Kalita Jameson: *FLAILS* Agh, gawd, you're fat. DX
Illya: Maybe I ask, see if you come to visit.
June Frayne: OO Really?
Tekk: *Calmly* Not yet, another few minutes or so. *SQUIRMS on Kal*
Perforate: *Doesn't bother moving out of the way of the water, instead simply throwing his head back and keening shrilly, because he can*
Kalita Jameson: *alright, that's it* *grabs a leg and NOMNOMNOMS on the back of a knee*.
Penny Feely: *nudgenudges at Tekk with a foot* No squishing mah woman.
Illya: Yes. Then you meet Bogdan. I think he like you.
Tekk: *Yelps indignantly at being nipped, and looks to bite Kal back*
June Frayne: *wrinkles her nose in a grin* He's never met me. Prolly think I'm a ditz in real life.
Penny Feely: *oh no you don't! Covers his mouth with her hands, sprayer left in the sink*
Tekk: *LICKS*
Penny Feely: *aldskgsh flails! laughing* Groooooss.
Perforate: *D= Wet! Oh wait, it's over...* *Quits his wailing and shakes out yet again*
Kalita Jameson: D8 Molestation! *NOM*
Illya: I tell him about you. He does not think that you are a, a "ditz".
June Frayne: *eeeheeheee blushes lightly, cannae help eet* You did? Aw...maybe I should make him some gloves too. oo;
Illya: *nods* Maybe. The docks, they are cold, even inside. But maybe put string on gloves that I can tie to him -_- So he does not lose.
June Frayne: *giggles* He lose a lot of things? *is lazily back to knitting while she leans against him*
Illya: No. Only gloves. Scarf. Hat... HA, hat. Cannot keep a hat one day. *this leaning, it's very comfy, yus*
June Frayne: *and you're like a space heater and smell good >.> * ...I could maybe knit all of those things. *giggles*
Kalita Jameson: *giggles and frees her wench after drawing a little sharpie heart on her ankle and snags moar snacks before skittering back out again*
Penny Feely: *claims the FUCKALKSDGHSDGKH HOT brownies and escapes after Kal* oo; That plan went awryyy.
Perforate: *Drips, and follows after the laydees*
Illya: *grins crookedly* Only if I can maybe tie to him *looks up to watch the conquering and soggy heroines*
Kalita Jameson: Yeah, but it was so worth it. :3 *OMG this is guuuud*
June Frayne: ......ya'll better share the booty. *smirks*
Kalita Jameson: >< Woman, I already gave you cookies!
Perforate: And where is my compensation? *Riiiight behind you*
Kalita Jameson: *peeks uuuup at him*... Want a high-grade? oo
Perforate: I'd much prefer one of those chocolate based confections.
Molly: *walks into the bar* o.o ...... >__> *has a dead goldfish in a little net*
Penny Feely: ........chocolate is bad for you since you're.....doggish looking. *makes sense to her*
Sunburn: *watches the bar through the Seekerwindow for a moment or two. Then sits up on the roof, having a roomba bring a cube of fuel to him*
Perforate: Your logic makes no sense to me. I do believe you just do not wish to share the spoils. *Swivels his head over to the dead-fish bearing one, and sucks air*
Kalita Jameson: .... oO; Dude, this is organic food. Last I heard, it's bad for you guys.
Perforate: . . . It is. But nonetheless, I desire it.
Molly: *big sigh* *walks through the bar towards the bathroom, don't mind me*
Umbra: *plods in from the back, looking tired*
Kalita Jameson: *oo @ Molly, then at Perf*.... *offers him a brownie?* Don't blame me if you start feeling like crap because of it.
Molly: *flushes Melody the late goldfish and comes back into the main room with the empty net* *sigh.... oooh smells chocolate*
Perforate: Yes, yes, any retching will be entirely my own fault. *Delicately takes the brownie with the tip of his tongue, and then it's gone whole down his throat* *Clicks at Umbra*
Umbra: *whuffs*
Molly: ++Hi Umbra++
Perforate: *D= That human is flailing again!*
Penny Feely: .....you are so weird. *offers brownies to the gal*
Umbra: *nods to Molly, since his hands are currently... keeping him from falling on his face...*
Molly: ++Are you okay?++ *worries for the seximutt*
Perforate: I am not weird, as you so put it. I am simply interested in non-standard things.
Kalita Jameson: Yeah. That makes ya weird. *grins and noms a brownie @@*
Molly: ++Thank you, Penny++ ^^ *omnomnom chooocolate*
Umbra: *sinks down by the hearth, stretching out*
Penny Feely: *hey, we fought the pirate ki-Tekk for these brownies <3 enjoy them*
Perforate: *Scoffs* Hardly. I could truly be weird if I put my mind to it.
Molly: *finishes one and takes another* *goes over to Umbra* ++Are you okay?++
Penny Feely: Don't take that as a challenge. XD;
Kalita Jameson: *griiiins* You already are. *waaatches Molly ‘n’ the puppeh*... Something up?
Umbra: *...aufgh... doesn't feel like sitting up, so turns on his hologram* ++I'm fine, Molly, just tired++
Molly: *little nod* *has a seat, but will keep an eye on the mutt* *puts her fish net on the table and hopes she won't forget it*
Perforate: *Might swallow it if she does forget it*
June Frayne: *hums a random song to herself, pausing long enough to crack her fingers*
Perforate: That sounds distinctly unhealthy.
Umbra: *rumbles*
June Frayne: Felt pretty good. >.o
Illya: *laces his hands and crrrracks his knuckles 83*
Kalita Jameson: .... *yeah, can't understand a word of finger speak* *finishes off a brownie and sets the rest aside* Sugar. It has failed me. --;
June Frayne: *snrks* Ah, but can you do this? *pops the thumb base joints* :3
Penny Feely: *me neither oo;;; * .....I ate three brownies. ><;
Umbra: *flops over on his side and watches the girls*
Kalita Jameson: .... Yeah, me too... That kinda bums me out.
Molly: *realizes that other than Umbra... there's not many here right now she can talk to*
Illya: I do better :3 *rolls his wrists with rather audible crunnnchy sounds*
June Frayne: *.......puts her palm under her chin and pushes, cracking her neck rather violently sounding* Huh? 8D ?
Sunburn: *I can hear that, you know* o__<
Molly: *I can't ^^*
June Frayne: *......sorry XD;;; *
Penny Feely: ......somewhere, Marc is twitching. XD;
Kalita Jameson: .... *can crack her sternum, but isn't gonna show off right now*
Perforate: . . . Very intriguing...
Illya: *laces his hands and streeeetches his arms upwards, shoulders going crick-creak-crack-grunt like irate old bears*
June Frayne: *good lord that sounds weird this close to him ^_^;; * *sits up and pops her ankles loudly*
Sunburn: *ergh....turns down his audios*
Illya: *streeeeeeetches those long legs and ker-CRUNCH-ah, pops a hip* That does not feel good when I am driving before.
Perforate: *Likes the sounds, non-oddly enough*
Molly: *sighs.... gets out a pad and pen and doodles*
June Frayne: Oo; I'll bet. *.....:3 ......stands up slowly and -carefully- backbends, snapping her back and hip bones, though balance on one leg is a lot different XD; *
Penny Feely: .........June what part of RICE did you forget? >8/
Kalita Jameson: *eyyyyyes June* Woman, I know you did not just do what I think I saw you do. >8|
Perforate: *Snicker*
Umbra: *lazy, subsonic rumble, dimming his optics*
June Frayne: .......><; No'm. *slowly moves out of the backbend, sheepish as ofuk*
Molly: *looks up at the vibrations from the rumble*
Sadie: *could beat you all at teh cracking, not like she wants to though DX*
Illya: *reaches out to steady June, amused and a bit confused* What is important about rice?
Penny Feely: *lot less poppy once she started visiting Marc ^_^ *
Perforate: *Sadly keeps himself in excellent repair most of the time, and that besides, lacks calcified deposits in his joints to snap.*
Kalita Jameson: *gonna have to bring it to the plate, wench >83*
June Frayne: *le sigh* Rest.Ice.Compression.Elevation. *points to her knee. -_-; *
Illya: *laughs very softly at that and tugs lightly at her to have her sit next to him again*
Molly: *goes back to doodling, bored*
Sadie: *doesn't want to bring it! >_<*
Perforate: *Would like to entertain you with a solid licking, but cannae see your flailing language, and has no lips to read*
June Frayne: *settles back beside him and yush, is leaning against him again* I've been resting all day. D:
Umbra: *aufgh... rolls back onto his belly and kneads at the carpet, wishing there was a fire in the fireplace*
Flame Covered Salamander: *there is X3 *
Umbra: *...an actual fire.*
Flame Covered Salamander: *well feed me and maybe I’ll oblige OwwwO *
Kalita Jameson: *flops... and gets up to go change into some real clothes*
Penny Feely: *sugar coma @_o * I should head home to check on that darn dog...
Swifthunt: *working on his fourth cube and a datapad at his table*
Perforate: *Internals make a fairly interesting, and no so good sounding noise*
Penny Feely: ......told you not to eat the brownie.
Illya: I do not think your knee say that it is enough. *eyes the strange-sounding mech casually*
Perforate: And you were perfectly right about that. If you all will excuse me, I have to go expunge it.
Penny Feely: .......good luck? oo;
June Frayne: My knee is a whiner. *pouty pout*
Perforate: *Cheerfully trots off to go cough up the contents of his fuel tank outside*
Molly: *doodles a mermaid*
Kalita Jameson: *comes back out wearing perfect pajama clothes and gets Chev's bumbling yellow aft off to a bunk*... Crackhead.
Penny Feely: Mnagh. I'm heading home. Anyone need a lift, and stuff?
Kalita Jameson: ... *whines* Nah, I think I'm staying here tonight. *curls up on a couch to herself with a hot chocolate and a bag of cookies*
Molly: *looks over at Penny....*
Penny Feely: Alright, hun. Be careful and all that. *eyebrow quirk at Molly and repeats her question clearly for her*
Illya: *smiles crookedly at Penny* I do not think you can give me ride, but thank you.
Penny Feely: *griiiiiiins at June* Could give her a lift home......*snerks at the glare she got in return.* Put ice on that knee, wench.
Molly: *nods and gets up.... grabs her net*
Kalita Jameson: *not touching that with a 200' pole --;*
Penny Feely: Night everyone, Umbra. *waves and waits for Molly before heading out*
Molly: ++Bye Umbra++ *also waves and follows Penny, ready to scribble down her address*
Illya: *nods politely to both women and leans back with a sigh, relaxing*
June Frayne: *rests her head on him, looking up at his face* What time was it at your place?
Illya: *wraps an arm loosely around her and has one of the roomba critters bring her some ice* Is... middle of day. Lunch time... Noon. Is noon. But I work long hours, I am not home for a little while.
Bumblebee: *rolls into the bar in his alt* ..................... *sigh* *the bar doth strike again!*
June Frayne: Oh that sucks. oo; Working?
Bumblebee: *transforms and has a seat*
Illya: *nods at that* Yes. Is a long drive, very boring.
June Frayne: Aw, driving shouldn't be boring. ^_^;