Logfile from M3

The Seraph's Roost <TSR>

An entirely unostentatious three-and-a-half room apartment. Kitchen, living room, bedroom, and half-bath -- there's nothing much to recommend it beyond a bachelor's pad for a particularly well-off bachelor. Sure, it's neater than one would usually expect for a bachelor -- no socks tossed on top of the television, no decaying food in the sink, no anomalous stains on the carpet -- but nevertheless shows some of the telltale signs of occupation by a single male human, primarily in the spartan (easy to clean!) furnishings. The only remotely 'odd' item in the entire place -- beyond the healthy fistfuls of magnetic poetry words tacked to the refrigerator -- is one of the end-tables, an odd affair made of a triangular piece of what looks like black glass. Except there's never been a piece of glass *cut* that thin in all of humanity's existence.

Recently, however, the apartment has begun to show signs of occupation by a second human. A younger one, at that, as indicated by the various items distinctly 'out of place' for a human bachelor. Like the occasional crayon between the couch cushions, the stuffed triceratops on the bed, and one lone surreal crayon-drawing posted on the fridge, held up with magnetic words.

Abernathy [Chibi] [C]

Melissa [C]

Obvious exits:

Out <O> leads to San Angeles - Northern Residential

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "MWAHAHAHA MY PLOT HAS WORKED WAI NOW SAKE MAN MUST COME AND FACE ME! YATTA CHIBI-ZILLA RAR!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Can I shoot him?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Wow! It's Dr. Wily transmits, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIII!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Please? Just a little?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Reverend Crash Man transmits, "Yes."

[Radio: (F) Public] Heat Man transmits, "Daddy!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Wow! It's Dr. Wily transmits, "Crash...Tengu...I don't think yer having enough fun. YATTA!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Sorry, Crash, but you're not leadership anymore. *snicker*"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Oh, I dunno, Dad. I'm having plenty of fun..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "Why Tengu?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "But I can only take so much 'YATTA! CHIBIZILLA! RARWAI!'"

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "oooo Why?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Catboy Abernathy transmits, "AUGH! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP NYAAAH!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Why? BECAUSE! That's why!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Reverend Crash Man transmits, "... Doctor Wily. Grenade Man is messing with the Dreadskull, and he won't get OUT OF THE STUPID THING. And Heat Man is setting gas on fire!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Wow! It's Dr. Wily transmits, "Tengu. I order WAAIIII! to be cute and happy and draw lots of little hearts on everything!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man whine. "But Dad!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "YAY!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Heat Man transmits, "OHH NOO CHIBIZILLA IS GOING TO EAAATTTT UUUSSSS! YATTA!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Wow! It's Dr. Wily transmits, "And crash. Help your brother...YATTA! burn the gasoline."

[Radio: (F) Public] Heat Man transmits, "Hey Dad guess what?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Reverend Crash Man transmits, "... But.. That's..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Rumble Silverfish transmits, "Mr. Wily, how much longer will this go on?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "ROAR!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Wow! It's Dr. Wily transmits, "And now! Back to my ice cream. Mmm..ice cream..WAIII! How I love your YATTA! creamy goodness. Mmmm...yummy...WAIIII!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "However. I would be happy to go burn things with Chibizilla."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "And Heat, too, I guess."

[Radio: (F) Public] Heat Man transmits, "Mr. Snake said he's going us buy us all CANDIES! WAII!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Rumble Silverfish transmits, "I'm starting to become fearful that I'll need to fill out the requisition for marshmellow fluff and kitty litter for the UN headquarters."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "As long as I can get an acetylene torch."

[Radio: (F) Public] Wow! It's Dr. Wily transmits, "Do it! WAIII!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Woohoo!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Wow! It's Dr. Wily transmits, "Cady? YAAAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Wow! It's Dr. Wily transmits, "OOc:Candy...."

[Radio: (F) Public] Reverend Crash Man transmits, "... Doctor Wily, can I just go take some weapons of mass destruction from one of our major factional enemies because they nuked one of our depots?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Wow! It's Dr. Wily transmits, "Only if you paint them pink with little rainbows! WAIII! Pretty Pretty Doctor POWAH! *CRASH*"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man brightly, "But I can still burn things, right?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Wow! It's Dr. Wily transmits, "Like...YATTA! Pretty Hearts ATTAAAAAAAAAACK! *breaking noises* Like what Tengu?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Just... things. Like Heat's doin'. Please? I'll burn 'em in heart patterns..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Wow! It's Dr. Wily transmits, "OK!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Yes! Ahahaha!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Heat Man transmits, "What am I doing now?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Rumble Silverfish transmits, "I can't believe this is still going on..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Heat Man cries!

[Radio: (F) Public] Heat Man transmits, "Big boom! AIEEE!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Heat Man transmits, "YATAGODZILLAMOSTERKAWAII IS TAKING ITS REVENGE!"

Abernathy enters the UN HQ - Applied Sciences.

Abernathy has left.

You enter the UN HQ - Applied Sciences.

UN HQ - Applied Sciences

Contents: Contents:

Abernathy [Chibi] [C]

Sarah Fairchild's Laboratory <SFL> Gate's Lab <GL>

<S>outh: UN HQ - The Vault

Abernathy has left.

Sarah Fairchild's Laboratory <SFL>

Either this place is being used for God's Judgment Day practice, or Sarah Fairchild is hard at work on yet another of her ever-so-slightly zany projects. Tools are strewn all over the far wall, half-completed projects line the adjacent two, and neatly-written labels try futilely to give the impression that the place is organized -- really. Oddly, no blueprints are in sight; the desk off to one side contains only the Project of the Day, a box full of .5" x 1" data cards ready for use, and, in a break from the rest of the room's chaos, an immaculately organized set of data cards, each carefully labeled and ordered. If you'll notice, they seem to have been ordered so that the label on each card matches up with an appropriate project on the wall. Perhaps this place isn't as disorganized as it seems after all.

Contents:

Abernathy

Sarah Fairchild

Sarah Fairchild's Laboratory, in the UN Applied Sciences area. The door is, presently, closed, though it looks like it may open via some kind of radio transmitter, rather than keypads or biometrics or anything like that. The interior is...well, about as messy as you can expect. The SPIRITs are lying around, apparently either inactive or temporarily resting, awaiting a command from their (temporarily incapacitated) mistress.

From afar, Abernathy (lilo) hmm. What shall we do here?

Long distance to Abernathy: Feste is stuck in 'random indiscriminate acts of carnage and/or mayhem' mode.

From afar, Abernathy (lilo) hands over a gun. Let's see.

Long distance to Abernathy: Feste wai! Ordnance!

Abernathy (lilo) pages: ... You frighten me.

Though the drones might be able to hear it even through the door -- sensors, and all -- almost no one would likely notice the sound of quiet skittering just outside the door. All goes silent for a moment, before -- what should happen but the door should actually open? There's a self-satisfied -- shall we say, catty? -- mutter of 'I love security overrides, nyu.' before a pair of familiar pink eyes and definitely UNFAMILIAR cat ears poke down from over the top of the doorframe. Looks like somebody's come to visit Sarah ...

Not just one somebody, either. With a definitely less quite *pop*, the mini-Worldwalker... simply materializes just inside of the doorframe. The perks of having turned into a chibified faerie lord, apparently.

Squee, mischief! ChibiFeste waits, if only to see what the Catboy is going to do first. Let him... er... take the first position. That way, if they get in trouble...

The Indigo drone - Mimir - hums sleepily. It looks like he and his brethren were left unaffected by the bombing. "MMmm? Oh! My!" He takes, slowly, to the air, wobbling. "Is that...Director?" he says, sounding either horrified or fascinated...but then, with Mimir, the two emotions have a very, very fine line between. "You seem to have had an even more abnormal reaction to this phenomenon than the Collector!" He floats closer. Sarah is, by the way, not visible...though part of her closet door has been melted to slag, and there's a cardboard box, suspiciously upside down, lying behind the hole.

<O-Civilian> Lets Wet the baby's head Gabriel says, "Festeee!! I had a genius idea! You know all those 'enlargement spam' stuff we get in our e-mail? I bet if we get some of that, we'll be able to counteract the chibi threat!"

<O-Civilian> Butcher of Komarr: Abernathy says, "... That's evil and wrong."

<O-Civilian> Norwegian Fruitcake: Feste LAUGHS.

<O-Civilian> 1x Gale Sorcerer falls over

<O-Civilian> Daryn says, "It would work though!"

Cat ears twitch slightly as Mimir hovers closer, pink eyes tracking on the indigo drone as it moves around. Oo, what an ideal cat toy -- no! Must not ... argh. With a quiet 'umf!', the catboy wiggles around and suddenly drops into sight, hanging from the top of the doorframe by his claws. He swings there in silence for a moment, ears pricked forward as he simply stares at Mimir. "I didn't have that much of a choice in the matter, Mimir," he comments, sourly. "Nyuu." At least the voice, sans catlike exclamations, is Abernathy's. "Where's the doctor?" Pause. "Myah! Dammit."

Ooooh. Look! Issa robot!

Momentarily channeling the Abbycat's stealthy cat prowess, ChibiFeste stalks around the lab, looking for something... interesting. It must be full of interesting things! (mischievous? me? never!)

Oh, yes, there's plenty of interesting things. Edward's almost-but-not-quite-finished reploid fascade armor, for instance. Or a free-standing particle accelerator that looks like it might be able to tear through a forcefield with no problem at all...if you can find enough power...

Sarah's a weapons designer, see. Most of her stuff goes boom, or makes other things go boom. Which is probably not something a bunch of people with the mentality of six-year-olds should be around, come to think of it...

Mimir, meanwhile, says, "Under the box. I would be careful, however, Director...the situation seems to have caused her to become a bit...paranoid. It looks, at least, like the fears she harbors of those who 'dislike' her cybernetics have been amplified greatly, but the basic adult cognizance of their absurdity, which allowed her to function, has been dispelled." There's a brief pause, and still sounding chipper, as if he's discussing a particularly amusing anecdote, he adds, "She certainly is cute, however!"

"Nyuu." Abernathy lets go of the door frame, falling several feet and landing -- as usual -- on his feet. He gives a saucy flick of his tail, ears pricking forward once more as he glances around for this 'box'. "I see," he finally says, ambling over to the box. Reaching down, he grabs the box by a corner and tips it up somewhat, to peer underneath. "Doctor Fairchild? Are you quite all right? Myu?"

Ooooooo. The ChibiAmadan idly prods at the Reploid-suit, attempting to figure out just what it's for. Well, it's some sort of armor, obviously. And it looks like a robot. Wait, maybe it /is/ a robot. Hm... *pokepoke*

The armor moves as physics would normally dictate for being poked, but other than that, does not look inclined to reveal its secret to our dear chibified faerie lord.

Sarah, meanwhile, is...cuddled up against the far end of the box, staring out with wide eyes, and clutching a giant (compared to her) bottle of whiskey like a teddy bear. There's an odd smell over here...somewhere between milk and alcohol. It'll probably give poor KittyAbby fits.

Well ... yes. But he's trying really, really hard to suppress that, even if it's obvious that he's being affected by *something* in the way his tail is twitch-twitching as he peers under the box at Sarah. He makes a quiet noise of annoyance after a moment, and moves forward a little, holding the box up a little higher. "Dr. Fairchild, myah?" A pause, and his tail goes from not just twitching to outright lashing, his ears gone back a little. "Sarah! Hello! WAKE UP! ANSWER ME! NYU!" That god complex seems to have kicked in again. MORTAL FLESHBEINGS, BOW TO THE WORTHY RULER THAT IS THE CAT.

Abernathy (lilo) pages: Faerie lord and cat. Why hasn't the world exploded from our combined imperiousness and arrogance?

You paged Abernathy with 'Because we're /chibi/.'

From afar, Abernathy (lilo) giggles.

Hmf. Moving on...

ChibiFeste mutters quietly. All of this stuff is far too complicated and/or large for the chibi mind to comprehend. Defeated, the Amadan *pops* over to see what Abernathy's up to. Oh my, the cat's back - this won't do. Not at all. The miniSidhe ambles up, takes careful aim, and kicks the Catboy squarely in the tail. "Shh, wai! You'll just upset her!" Duh.

The poor Chibified Sarah stares at Abby, and slowly looks like she might unwind to his presence...then he starts screaming.

So he gets a bottle of whiskey to the head. *SHATTER* Remember, she's /paranoid/ right now. Now she probably thinks Abby's here to do her in while she's small and weak! Thankfully Ama...er, Feste is here to save the day! Let's just hope she doesn't instinctively ask Ignis to make with the Burnination, eh?

... Okay, that was unpleasant. And like any cat *that* severely offended -- both by a kick in the tail *and* a bottle of whiskey to the head -- Abby *yowls* and beats a quick retreat. Very quick retreat -- about all that can be seen of the catboy as a pale blur disrupting some of the drones, before it abruptly dives under a table. After a moment of irate catlike snarling and hissing, a pair of vaguely glowing pink eyes can be seen peering out from the shadows beneath the table. After a moment, they disappear, as the Abbycat hunkers back further into his hiding space. To do what? To groom, of course. Stupid whiskey.

Oopsies. The ChibiSidhe idly... steps out of the way as the glass starts to fly, ducking the larger bits. Owowow. Stupid cat...!

But there is a problem at hand, and the gentleman trickster feels obligated to right it. "Wai? Doctor?" A pause, as he cautiously lifts up the box. "We're not here to hurt you, wai! Just... er... hey catboy! What /are/ we here for, wai?" Whatever it was, he'd forgotten. Yes, already...

"Pike off, fruitcake! Nyu!" comes the positively poisonous snarl from under the table. Oo, looks like the catboy's not feeling very good. Wait until he ingests more of that whiskey.

Fruitcake? Fruitcake?! Argh!

"I'm NOT a fruitcake," the miniSidhe whines back, momentarily forgetting Sarah. "I'm a faerie, dammit!" Er...wait... crap.

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Waaaaaaaaai~"

[Radio: (F) Public] Gravity Man transmits, "Cut Man be quiet! I'm trying to be cameraed!"

Oh yeah. That's not gonna go well with her. But at least she's talking now, and she set the bottle down so she didn't cut herself. Cuts on a six year old make for wailing, y'know. "How do I know you're not gonna hurt me! You came with him, Aurora told me so, and he wantsta hurt me!! ;_;" Yes. She just SAID a smiley. Don't ask, it's an extremely complicated procedure. It's also a Videoland injoke, so there ya go.

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Whaaat?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Gravity Man transmits, "There's cameraing going on and I'm the one getting it done to! Now be quiet because you're ruining my scaryface."

[Radio: (F) Public] Quick Man transmits, "CamerededWhere'sthecameraededinesshappeningandwhywasn'tanyonetellingmeWAI!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Gravity Man transmits, "Quick Man come to WilyWorld the cameraing isn't done yet you can do it too!"

"I wasn't going to hurt you, doctor!" the cat under the table snaps. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, nyu! And you had to go and make things so damnyuably difficult! Myar!" He then hisses, and goes back to licking the whiskey off. And trying not to cut his tongue on the glass, ow ow ow.

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Waaaaaai..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Quick Man transmits, "ToWilyWorldandthehappyhappyshineshinecameraededofloveandpeacohwaitasecI'malreadytherelemmeturnarounddoyouguyslikesugerIlikesugerit'smyfavoritestingthinginthewholewholewholeworldYATTA!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Chouhatsu!"

Aw, great. The chibi-Amadan sighs unhappily. "I promise. Besides, wah, Abernathy's a jerk. I'm not!" Cue giggling. The cat will be mad at him again, yes. But it was entirely worth it.

"No, you're just an idiot," comes the uncharitable mutter.

"I'm a fruitcake," pouts Feste. "Remember?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man makes loud smacking sounds

"An /idiot/ fruitcake. Nyu."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Waaaaai Snake Man! You meanie, I heard what you did to Grenade! YATTA!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Thisss iss newsss to me. What did I do to Grenade?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "Yeah, what'd he do?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Eeeeeuuuuuh...I dunno."

[Radio: (F) Public] Gravity Man transmits, "I bet you looked at him funny. You look at lotsa people funny. Funny-looker."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man squeaky cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute! "I can't remmuber...Too much ice cream..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man sigh. "And I live with these people."

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "Rar!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "If that damn machine hasssn't broken, then I'lll take it apart mysself"

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "MACHO MACHO WAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAIIII I WANNA BE A MACHO WAI!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Quick Man transmits, "WHHHHEEEEEEEE! WENDY, I CAN FLY! YAAAAAAAAAATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "...where-oh-where did I put that acetylene torch..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Gravity Man transmits, "Tengu Tengu Tengu! I made Quick Man fly just like you!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man is nonplussed. "Really. That's nice."

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "ROLLIN ROLLIN ROLLIN KEEP THAT YATTA ROLLIN!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "You dropped him off a building, then fell after him, I hope."

[Radio: (F) Public] Gravity Man transmits, "Yeah I did it."

Sarah Fairchild pokes her head out from under her box. "Mmm..." she warbles. "I...don't know..."

It's at this point that Aurora and Echo streak down from where they'd been lying in two handy recharge bins on Sarah's desc. Her eyes light up as she sees them - like seeing two friends one hasn't seen in a long, long time. She bounces out to meet them. Astoundingly...she's basically the way she always is. No fuku. Just...small. With a labcoat. And that odd bodysuit thing.

[Radio: (F) Public] Gravity Man transmits, "Nonono, Snake. I went VOOP and he went FOOOOOM and I went heeheehee."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "I see." He pauses, during which he may or may not be contemplating punting several chibi-brothers into the wild blue yonder. "Right, so... where are you, again?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Quick Man transmits, "OhwowCairoIalwayswantedtovisitCairoandnowIamandtheresthisguyandhe'salllikeWOAHandI'malllikeWAIandsohewentallAHHandIwaslikeGLOMP!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man, speechless.

[Radio: (F) Public] Magic Man transmits, "Ah, it's good to see that the idiocy never ceases."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Yaaaai!...I mean, Waaaaaai!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Gravity Man transmits, "I'm in WilyWorld. Quick Man's in the stratosphere. I think."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Uh-huh."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "I'll go see if I can spot him."

Abernathy is, for the moment, out of the picture. He's still licking the whiskey off, though the occasional disgusted comment about Feste's heritage in Russian can be heard from his hiding place. He won't be coming out until he retrieves his dignity. Or gets drunk, either way.

[OOC] Sarah Fairchild says, "Chibi Law of Reality. So long as he's not thinking about it, all alcohol will spontaneously dissipate from his system."

[OOC] Sarah Fairchild says, "That's why Sarah's not hung over now. ;P"

[OOC] Abernathy says, "I'm Russian. Of COURSE I'm thinking about the fact I'm drenched in alcohol."

[Radio: (F) Public] Quick Man then says something dangerous. "Ooooh, lookie! SUGAR!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "SUGAH!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Grenade Man transmits, "TENGU GIMMIE SOME SUGAH!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "I'm just going to pretend like I never heard that."

[Radio: (F) Public] Catboy Abernathy hiccups quietly.

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Hm."

[Radio: (F) Public] Blizzard Wolf growls, the sound of furnature being knocked about as he runs through some room, and a hyper "WAAAAAI! WUFFIE!" being wailed in the background in pursuit. "This *censored* chibi thing better wear off soon. Caco is bad enough normally!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Waaaaai! Where fuzzy, whereeeeeeeererere!?"

"See? I'm an idiot fruitcake," ChibiFeste crows happily. "Completely harmless! Yatta!" ^_^ V That killjoy Abernathy is ignored for the moment. It's a good thing Feste still doesn't understand Russian.

At the appearance of Aurora and Echo, Feste waves frantically. "Wai, hello!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Catboy Abernathy hiccups again, mutters something to himself in Russian, and turns the radio off. <click>

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Hm hm hm."

Sarah Fairchild bounces up and catches Aurora and Echo in her arms. Also curious - no speech impediment. Must be part of the whole balance thing she's so big on - she didn't fall all the way into the pit, as it were. She's just acting like she's six, is all. She's giggling right now, though, and cooing to them like beloved housepets. She seems to be flat-out ignoring Abby and Feste, though. Short attention span, what can I say.

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "...I want fudge!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadaun: Feste transmits, "Hm. Me too!"

A quiet hiccup can be heard from the table the catboy's hiding under. After a moment, a pair of ears, then a nose, then those familiar pink eyes peek out from under the table. Looks like he's completed his composure grooming. But he's not going to come out from under there until the craziness stops. Yes.

The Amadan is BEING IGNORED. omfg. This cannot be!

ChibiFeste throws up his arms in chibified frustration, and turns away. Where did that *cat* run off to... "Ooooooh Aaaabernathyyy?" calls the Amadan, idly attempting to figure out where the catboy has gone off to, so he can blink over and scare the crap out of him. Yes.

Sarah Fairchild lies there on the floor, holding her pals. The others flock over to her, trying to make sure their Lady is alright. She giggles in the mess...she'll be back to paying attention to you guys in a second. Really.

A very quiet mew meets the call of the catboy's name, and he retreats back under the table. Only a flicker of a white tail gives any indication of the table he's hiding under. So ... smashed.

Oh dear.

With another loud *pop* the mini-Worldwalker materializes next to the table, and peeks under it. Yes, at the risk of putting himself in range of the cat's arsenal. Despite his being much closer now, ChibiFeste yells all the louder. "HERE, kittykittykitty!" Wai! alcohol!

Fortunately, the kitty does not feel at all threatened -- cornered maybe, but not threatened -- so he doesn't immediately lash out to put several nice claw marks in the mini-Sidhe's face. Instead, he narrows bloodshot eyes and backs his ears, scooching a little further back into his corner under the table. His tail, ever the indicator of a cat's mood, is twitching again. "What d'you want, fruitcake? Nyu!" he rasps, irritably. Oo, it does smell like whiskey under there.

Sarah Fairchild glances up at the other two from beneath the blanket of her drones. She crawls over in their direction, watching curiously. Like any six-year-old, really.

Oh, /fine/! Be that way! The would-be Sidhe wrinkles his invisible nose at the sharp smell of alcohol (wai! alcohol!) and peeks in further.

"Wai! I think it's my turn to carry you back to your apartment," the gentleman trickster quips, idly leaning forward. Nyah-nyah. "Savvy?"

Yes, that is one drunk kitty. A drunk kitty who does not speak pirate. He wrinkles up his nose, ears flattening back against his head, and hunkers down to the ground. He remains like that, staring at the mini-Sidhe with slitted eyes, only his tailtip moving -- twitch, twitch, twitch -- before finally hissing in agitation. "I c'n walk jus' fine, myah," he finally declares, pushing off the floor and -- falling over again.

Fact: While chibification usually negates most effects of damage to the chibified, reducing any harm they take to a minimal state, they still respond to elevated levels of drugs in the blood as per the normal. And Abernathy has enough alcohol in him to get drunk -- without being a foot tall.

Oops.

"Nyaaa! Dammit all to hell!"

Sarah Fairchild giggles. "Worse than I was!" she says cheerily.

Atlas speaks up. "Uh, no, Boss. No, I don't think he is..."

You paged Abernathy with 'This is going to ruin our plan of drinking ourselves into a stupor tomorrow, you realize.'

From afar, Abernathy (lilo) laughs. XD "Well, uhm, yes. But she hit me with the whiskey bottle!"

Wai, pirate!

ChibiFeste just tchs quietly, wagging a finger. Tch tch! "Right, wai!" He looks to Sarah for a moment, just sort of shrugging. "Wai! I wash my hands of this." Hn! More theatrics from the chibi-thespian, perhaps.

Abernathy sort of lies there on the floor, trying to martial his resources and get up. It's really not working, as evidenced by the little noises of frustration he's making under his breath. Finally, he manages to roll over such as to get his hands and knees under him. " ... going to kill Wily, nyu, and all his #&$&ing Robot Masters, an' Feste when I get my hands on him, mya ... " he mutters, to himself, and the floor. Oogh. Spinnies.

[OOC] Abernathy, going from chibified delerium to feline-induced god complex to homocidal rage, in 2.5 seconds flat.

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Wai di wai wai.."

Sarah Fairchild stares at Feste with tears in her eyes, looking much like a kicked puppy. She's not loved! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! No, she doesn't cry, but you get the feeling she's about to let fly with the TEAR ARCS OF FIRE SUPPRESSION any good Chibi can let fly with.

Oh no. Feste blinks, eyes widening. Must...not...unleash...

The chibi-Amadan rushes to Sarah's side, frantically patting her on the arm and speaking quickly. "Hi, wa! How's things? Life treating you well? Good, wai, that's what I thought! Thanks so much, wa, I have a hammered kitty to attend to, yatta! Eheheheheh..." Now, let's pray that works.

By this point, said hammered kitty has managed to ooze his way to his feet, though he's rather unsteady. He shuffles over to one leg of the table, resting a hand on it, and poking his head out from under the table. His ears prick forward, and he squints at Sarah. Hm.

After a moment's thought, the kitty wobbles his way over to Sarah, collapsing beside her and resting his head in her lap. Pricking his ears up, he rolls his eyes upward and gives her his best sad kitty look. "Mew?" Pet him pet him pet him.

Sarah Fairchild looks up at Feste blankly as he gibbers. Well, at least he's not acting like she's completely got no value to him at all, now! She smiles cutely. No Wai. I refuse to type that in quotes. "I...thank you!" I'm sorely tempted to have her start spouting random Cantonese, though. (Altchar joke, you'd not get it.) She reaches down and petsa Abbykitty, with nothing better to do, as the SPIRITs fan out around her. Echo and Aurora float up above her, and Aurora starts projecting a laserlight holoterm of...Cartoons. And a second one connected to a rerun of something...adult. Not NC, but something no child could possibly be interested in. Damn balanced-and-yet-imbalanced pscyhe.

Sarah Fairchild projects a holographic image of Holoterm.

Holoterm has arrived.

Holoterm

It's Sarah's trademark Holographic Terminal interface, being projected by the orange drone Aurora, with sound provided where necessary by the blue drone Echo. It seems to respond primarily to direct neural commands from Sarah, and has a myriad of possible functions - everything from watching television to acting as a PC or PDA.

And Feste saves the day once again. Woohoo! Job done, the ChibiAmadan prepares to slink back to Abernathy, only to find that Sarah apparently has the situation under wraps. Okay... so what does he do now?

Other than stand there looking useless, I mean.

Abernathy is actually quite happy just to lie there, receiving petting. It doesn't require any brainpower or cogency, nor does he have to get up and, say, move. Plus, it feels /good/. This would explain the slightly drunken purring underlying the sound from the holoterm. Sort of a low-level seismic *thrum* that threatens to rattle test tubes and retorts off the tables, if left untended to.

He does cock his head slightly to one side, eyeing Feste out of the corner of one eye. He gives a flirtatious little twitch of his tail, then rolls over, nips at Sarah's hand, and makes his way unsteadily to his feet. Weaving his way over to Feste, he rests his chin on the mini-Sidhe's shoulder and mutters, "I want to go home. Now. Nyu."

It's a good thing Sarah deals in energy-based How To Make Things Go Boom, or that would actually be an issue. Sarah pouts at Abernathy's remark, but doesn't really say anything. She's relatively at ease, now, at least. No more hiding from the bogey man.

ChibiFeste watches with feigned interest, until Abbycat ambles over and puts his head on Feste's shoulder. Aww, that's...cute, once you dance around the fact that Abby smells like whiskey.

"Wai! Yatta!" the Amadan answers brightly. Yatta, after all, does mean 'let's go'. (hoo hah.) Feste smirks in Abernathy's face and attempts a curt chibi-bow to Sarah, despite the cat hanging on him. "I think, wah, we have to take our leave, madam Doctor."

It's not Abby's fault he smells like whiskey. Sarah hit him with the whiskey bottle. But, anyway. He's sloshed, and only manages a feeble snarl at the smirk. Ahaha, you WOULD think this is funny. Wait until he's sober and he can get his hands on you, mister.

Sarah Fairchild looks over at the other two. She nods, sniffing once. She's better now, yay!

The freaky part, however, is that the seven drones all lineup in a row, with her head at the center, and bob in time with the nod. Freaky girl. Freaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaky. And she'll probably be extremely embarrassed about this whole fiasco once the Bomb wears off in...uh, an hour and a half.

Freaky, interesting, whatever. It's all the same to the Amadan, who ignores Abby's snarl and makes to steady the drunken catboy somehow. If he has to, he'll sling him over his shoulder, just like Abby did for him. Works pretty efficiently. Or maybe... hm. He is, after all, the Worldwalker...

Whu? The blur of color out of corner of Abby's eyes that is the drones aligning causes him to glance back over his shoulder, ears raising. ... That is a little disturbing, actually. And he didn't get to play with any of them! They're so pretty, too ...

Aurora and Echo go back to their projecting duties. The other five set about taking up positions around Sarah to protect her in case she does anything silly. Or stupid. Or potentially lethal. Her guests are leaving, after all...they can see themselves out, right?

Of course! They're only a chibified Sidhe with a penchant for mischief and a hammered albino catboy...

The Amadan, meanwhile, starts making his way to the exit. *pop* *pop* *pop* Oops. Almost dropped Abby there. *pop*

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Waaaaaai! Cookies!"

Abby is past asking at this point. He assumes that all the nice swirly colors are just an effect of having way too much whiskey. Yes. Though nearly being dropped as they're on their way out the door makes the cat hiss in irritation. mumble. hiss. spit. cuss. your momma.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... it ... to ... ... ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Coookies cookies...WAAAAAAI!"

[Radio] Transmission detected: It was ... to ... ... ... ago.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... Anyone ... ... number of ... continent ... hit me?

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... A vent I ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... a 'WAAAAAAAAI!' on the ... ... ... have to wait longer." ... as he ... ... ... ... ... "Having ... ... ... me gives me the creeps.

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadaun: Feste transmits, "Really? Where?"

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... MMwwwrgh?

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Behind you! Yatta!"

Radio title for f set as 'Chibi-Amadan'.

[Radio] Transmission detected: Did you ... the magic Lepracons ?

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste transmits, "*whirr* Where?! I don't see any!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste transmits, "Ooh, you liar!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "I though there was cookies there...!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man sniffles!

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste sulks. "No. Instead of cookies, all I get is catboy. Hmph!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, " You prolly ate them already baka! Wai!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler mumbles something unintelligable. As if he were talking around a mouthful of food.

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "HE STOLE OUR COOKIES!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man SQUEAKY SQUEAK! "Let's save our cookies, wai!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste sniffles. "And you, wa! Don't talk with y-- our cookies! Get him! >_<"

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "They're my cookies! Mine! You can't have any!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste wails. "Why can't you *share*?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, " Because you're a stupid head, that's why! Obviously..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "I'm not a stupid head!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, " Yes you are, baka^ni stupid head apple head man! Wai! *raspberries*"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Grrrr! *CLIPCLIPCLIP* Are not!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste transmits, "'Stupid head', wa, I've got to right that down..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste transmits, "OOC: write, not right. (I'm a writer, really...)"

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler OOC pats.

[Radio] Transmission detected: I wish I ... ... ... at times like ... Then she could ... ... ... arms clearly frightened ... ... sheer oddness ... the broadband ... ... ... could ... all brave ... ... ... that ... likely ... ... ... Where ... my hammer.... ... we ... ... island will ... ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, " *sniff* Sister, leave the pink to those who look GOOD in it. Wai."

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... We're out of ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Heey! Pink is good! Waaaaaai! Saikyooooooooooo~~!"

[Radio] Transmission detected: My cookies ... remain save ... ... freaky-Forcers and Haunted Hunters!

[Radio] Transmission detected: MEW! That hurt Jet!

[Radio] Transmission detected: ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: Albert ... ... for this...yes he will...once ... wears ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: .... *silence but com ... Doc is that ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: Not as ... as coming on ... ... ... will. ... ... mind you.

[Radio] Transmission detected: ; plaintively: ...

[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... in ... ... ... octave higher than usual. ...

The Seraph's Roost <TSR>

Melissa [C]

Obvious exits:

Out <O> leads to San Angeles - Northern Residential

Abernathy has arrived.

With one final, loud *pop* more akin to the bang of a gunshot, ChibiFeste delivers the Catboy back to his apartment. He shrugs him off, and then promptly falls over, with x'd chibi-eyes. Phew. It is a LONG way to the teleporters and back... especially when you're a foot tall.

Abby is dropped on the floor, rather like a sack of potatoes. (wai! potatoes!) He simply lies there on the floor, eyes a little swirly from being -- well -- drunk. " ... it's disturbing that you c'n do that, nyu," he points out, after a moment, not opening his eyes *or* moving.

All that comes from the poor, exhausted Amadan is a sigh. "Wah...ha... yes..." He remains there, similarly on the floor. tired... let's hope nobody's in the house, yes?

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Would Iris of Repliforce be listening?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Rumble Silverfish transmits, "Mr. Doppler! You seem to have recovered!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man squeaky cute. "Douppler!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler's voice is still an otave higher than it should be. "Doctor! Doctor! Dumkoph!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Chill Snowcat transmits, "MEW! DOPPLEHEAD!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Rumble Silverfish transmits, "Oh dear, it appears Mr. Doppler is still trapped in being disturbingly cute."

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Yes! It is infuriating! Albert will pay! Not one more gram of hops will be exported to him! Not one!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man deadpans, "Oh no."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "No more beer. Oh no."

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Dam straight."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, " Mister Doppler! Language!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "My apologies, Miss Bonne. Blame it on my present condition."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Waaaaai! Wanna ice cream?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, " Wai! I sympathize, really...."

The catboy's tail twitches weakly, and he manages to raise his head from the carpet. His ears flick toward the kitchen, then the bedroom. Hm. No sign of the sprat; good thing there were still a couple of Interpol personnel who hadn't been chibified and who were willing to watch a seven year old for the, uh, duration of the crisis.

... at least, hopefully that's why it's so quiet ...

He puts his head down again, uttering a pathetic little 'mew' into the carpet. " ... so ... smashed ... nyuu ... you'd better not ... keep that ability ... "

The miniSidhe raises his head, just enough to look over at Abbycat. "But...wouldn't it be so much fun? Wai?" Oh yes oh yes oh yes it would be! Glee...

Abernathy pauses momentarily, as he gets the vision of Feste, once again normal-sized, blinking pell-mell all over the place. He covers his head with his hands, ears flattening. " ... no, nyu."

"Pfft, wa, you're such a killjoy," ChibiFeste mutters, putting his head back down. So nice.. just to rest here for a minute...yes...

"That's my job, nyu," Abby mutters into the carpet. He sniffs, and sneezes. "Ugh, myah. Whiskey." He rolls over on his back, to stare up at the ceiling instead of the carpet. " ... nyuu."

The Amadan merely continues relaxin', replenishing his massive stores of chibi-energy. A sedate chibi -- who'd'a thunk it? A quiet snore issues from his open mouth. sleepy... of course, how long will *that* last?

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Wai di de dwaaaaaaaaai!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Catboy Abernathy transmits, "Augh! Shut up, nyu!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste snores. Yes, over the radio.

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man transmits, "Seconded. Please."

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "Awwww..."

Oh, good. This affords an opportunity for the chibi-catboy to get to his ... well, knees, and crawl/ooze toward the bathroom. Shower ... need a shower. Need to stop smelling like cheap whiskey. (ugh). In short order, he's managed to crawl his way there. Now, pray he doesn't drown, since his intent is to curl up on the shower floor and wait until he's sober. (fat chance)

Meanwhile, Feste snores. sleeepyyyy~ z.z

... it's there that Abby encounters a well-known fact of feline psychology: cats hate water more than he hates the smell of cheap whiskey. Even with a supreme act of will on his part, it's only about seven minutes before the catboy comes crawling back out to the living room and curls up in an unhappy, soaking wet heap. ugh.

Wet cat, hahaha.

After a few more minutes of snoring, Feste *snaps* awake, rubbing his eyes and yawning like only chibis can -- meaning half of his face is covered by the gaping pink maw until the yawn is over. Mmmmhm.

Oh, just in time. Abby's managed to bestir himself enough to -- shake violently, spraying water over anything nearby. Including Feste. " ... myah. Stupid water," he then declares, flopping back to the floor with a *squish*.

Aaand Feste is showered with cat-whiskey-water goodness. EWGROSS. The Amadan just sits there, blinking. Eeeugh... cat.

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Isss the world cured yet, or are you all ssstill a bunch of raving lunatic midgets?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "I'M IN SPAAAAAAACE!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste transmits, "Waaaahahaha."

[Radio: (F) Public] Catboy Abernathy wails. "Shut up, all of you, nyah!!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "No, YOU shut up, wai!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, " Aww, Kitty got fleas?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Dr. Doppler transmits, "I am not a lunatic!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste hmphs.

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "I sssuppossse that anssswersss my quessstion."

Abby opens an eye at the sudden lack of snoring or any other noise. And smirks rather pointedly -- if flattenedly -- at the Amadan. His tail twitches slightly, and he looks like he's about the say something pointed, except people start talking on the radio AGAIN. At which he curls up in an unhappy ball of white fur and just starts wailing. (this is what happens when you get too drunk to turn your own radio off)

Aww...

The slightly refreshed (and now wet and grungy) Amadan sits up, and snaps a finger. With another *pop*, all the yucky water covering his personage is GONE. Mwahahaha. Love that trick.

Hopping to his feet, the Fool of Cualann ambles over to Abbycat on hands and knees. Poor Abbycat. It is making quite a lot of noise. We shall pet it. Yes. We shall.

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man makes loud smacking noises.

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste transmits, "Whatcha eatin', wa?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Guesss."

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste is absolutely clueless. "Mmmm... I'unno. I give up."

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "Chibisss."

[Radio: (F) Public] Catboy Abernathy sounds mildly miserable. "I was going to say people, nyah."

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste transmits, "...oh."

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste squeaks.

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "I don't think I've eaten anyone you know. Then again, I might have. You'll jussst have to find out."

This is so not fair. Feste gets turned into a chibi, and not only does he get the swanky red suit, he also has teh magikal powarz!!1!1one Abby just gets fur. And a god complex. And hairballs. Of course, the catboy does stop wailing after a moment or two, instead concentrating on being miserable. And wet. The petting, however, seems to mitigate the situation somewhat. " ... myaaah ... " he murmurs.

Somewhere in the apartment, a door clicks open. It seems the chibis are not alone ...

[Radio: (F) Public] Chibi-Amadan Feste transmits, "...um... okay..."

[Radio: (F) Public] Bass transmits, "You know, Snake Man...you /do/ realize that when this ray wears off, anything you may have eaten under its effects is going to return to its full size. Explosively."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man snrk.

[Radio: (F) Public] Bass transmits, "And that will be ... oh, imminently."

[Radio: (F) Public] Catboy Abernathy transmits, "Peeeople. Soylent green is peeeeopl -- whatwasthatnyu?"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "I KNEW IT, WAI!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Snake Man transmits, "I have sssuper ssspeed digessstion."

[Radio: (F) Public] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, " Eew! Bla"

[Radio: (F) Public] Cut Man transmits, "YOU INTERPOL CAPTURE CHIBIS AND MAKE 'EM INTO FOOD!"

[Radio: (F) Public] Bass transmits, "You best hope so."

[Radio: (F) Public] Tengu Man snickers.

The mini-Fool hmms thoughtfully at the miserable catboy... pauses... then puts out an open hand over him. *pop* Let's hope that works.

Well, yes, sort of -- it certainly takes the water out, but it won't fix being drunk. Haha.

Content with that, ChibiFeste idly curls up next to the now-dry kitty. Perfect pillow, nyahahaha... wait, was that a noise?

Abby remains curled up, though now he is quite poofy and dry. Which makes things considerably better, enough so that he pricks up his ears and -- gets used as a pillow. Well, okay, it could be worse than just that. There's that noise to deal with, after all. What could it -- "Oh no, nyu," he breathes, suddenly, as the sound of bare seven-year-old feet can be heard pattering on carpet.

And Melissa pokes her head around the corner, eyes widening at the appearance of the two chibis in the middle of the living room floor. Not surprisingly, she has on ... a poncho. (the world is saved!) " ... Daddy?"

Ohsnap! Melissa!

Feste, happily curled up next to the chibikitty, cracks open an eye and immediately dashes to the opposite side of the room. Lying on Abernathy? Him? NEVER! How dare you even suggest such a thing...! ..meep.

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