Session Start: Sat Feb 23 14:25:10 2002
* HappyLittleMoron comes down the stairs
* Klork follows, sunglasses still on
* Jira meanders her way through the front door, pausing to pull her cloak off and toss it over the coat rack
* HappyLittleMoron rubs her back, having worked today, just put Brenna to bed early with Klork...
* Klork is still following her, very nearly running into a few things here and there ..
* HappyLittleMoron reaches back to help guide Klork, waveling to Jira* Long time no see, stranger...
* Jira glances over, smiling thinly
<Jira> Been runnin', luv. Sor' t' keep y' on edge if'n ye'r that worried.
* Klork follows pretty much blindly
* Klork pauses
<Klork> Hn..I hear an ozzy ..
* HappyLittleMoron 's brows furrow* You ok...? What can we do to help...*smirks lightly * Jira just came home...
<Klork> Ozzie ozzie ozzie!!
* ``Mitch is quietly rummaging in a dusty corner of the laundry room, picking out things he can wear from the castoffs - and trying to ignore just how many of them were probably put aside due to numerous blood-edged tears in the fabric
* Jira quirks a brow
<Jira> Oi. Oi. Oi.
<Jira> That's real' old luv..
* Klork nods, sitting
<Klork> yep, guessed.
* Jira shrugs
* HappyLittleMoron smirks lightly, rubbing Klork's shoulders, still worried for/curiouse abotu Jira..
<Jira> Nuthin', El', sor' t'say.. so long as they 'aven't come 'ere, 'ave they?
<HappyLittleMoron> Eh...don't think so anyway...*smirks* Though with the traffic of baddies, you never know...
* Jira tilts her head to the side, running her hand through her hair
<Jira> Oh? Been blody 'ell 'ere? Y'look tired as es..
<HappyLittleMoron> Pretty much, yeah...hey, you hungry...? I was about to fix somethin' ta eat...
* Jira shrugs, stretching her hands toward the ceiling
<Jira> Hm, couldn't 'urt t' eat som'thin ..
* ``Mitch holds up a trenchcoat, staring through the hole in the back at the opposite wall... hooking his foot into the trailing edge, he hauls upwards, and moments later has a rather tattered but serviceable jacket... sliding his upper arms in, he tucks the others behind him, checking the fit. Good enough for now.
* Jira sighs, picking through her hair habitually
* HappyLittleMoron noddles...* Ok...eh...mind if it's something chicken...? *smirks lopsidedly, kissing the top of Klork's head before heading for the kitchen, Diana wandering down the stairs, right hand in brace, no long red, but pinker than usual*
* Klork waves blindly, instinctually knowin' Diana's there
* Jira shrugs
<Jira> Sounds fine luv'...thanks
<Diana> Konbonwa, bro...still have the headache...? *blinks a little and wavels to Jira, very small, tired smirk on her lips*
* HappyLittleMoron fixes...uhm...chicken something or another...
<``Mitch> Pulling on some holy sneakers, he mutters "...got to get into my crib..." to himself as he walks out, edging along the narrow hall to the living room.
* Klork nods, kinda fixing to take up the entire couch
* HappyLittleMoron fixes Chicken Jambalaya...Diana sorta paling at the smell and heading back upstairs, hand on her belly
* Klork sniffs, purring
<Klork> biiiirrrddd
* ``Mitch spots Klork as he enters, and makes his way towards the couch.
* Klork perks his ears to the sound, waving
<Klork> Whos there?
* ``Mitch frowns, his step hesitating. "It's... Mitch. Are you all right, Klork?"
<Klork> Heh? Oh, yeah, just major magic hangover .. I kinda over-exerted myself..
<``Mitch> "Shit. You wouldn't... no, you wouldn't." He sighs. "Sorry to hear it."
<Klork> I wouldn't..? Wouldn't what? *rubs his head* It's all right...what's up?
<``Mitch> "Nothing big. I was just hoping to ask a favor, but, well... you're under the weather." He runs a hand through his hair, glancing up the stairs and pondering. "I think there's another way anyway."
* Jira blinks, looking up
* Shingami fyi is in her room reading a big ol manga and eating poky inbed
<Klork> Oh? Well, shoot at'me ... I might be able to help *shrugs*
<Jira> Seems we 'ave mo'e people 'ere than b'fore, don't we..
<``Mitch> "It's a, umm, m- magic thing."
* Klork shrugs
* Diana comes back, looking slightly ill* ...and thus...the digestive tract switches gears...*mutters and shakes her head, blinking a lil' at Jira* Hai...
<Klork> What sorta magic thing..?
* Jira shakes her head
<Jira> A've been away fa' too long...
<Diana> Where have you been...? Ah...if you don't mind my asking...
* Jira shrugs
<Jira> Runnin' 'round 'ere n' theh'..
<``Mitch> He shakes his head. "Don't worry about it - I think someone else can help." He edges around the couch, heading for the stairs.
* Diana nods a little sitting in a chair by the couch* Ahh...*looks up and wavels to Mitch as he passes, shrugging a little*
* Jira blinks, pointing after him
<Jira> Who's tha'?
<HappyLittleMoron> *from the kitchen* Food's up, all! And Klork you stay there, I'm bringing you your helping...
<Diana> Mitch...
* Klork goes to get up..then blinks
* ``Mitch gives a half-wave in return as he starts upstairs.
<Klork> awwnuts. Man..ok...*sighs*
<Diana> One of the newest editions...
* Jira blinks
* Jira pauses
<Jira> "One of"..??
* HappyLittleMoron smirks, coming out with two plates, giving one to Klork and sitting on the floor, leaning back against the couch
* Diana nods* Hai...
* Klork smirks, eating w/ a purr
<Klork> Thanks, babe..
* ``Mitch walks down the hall... his step hesitates, slows, but he keeps going until he hauls up outside Shin's room... he knocks tentatively on the doorframe.
<HappyLittleMoron> No problem, sweetheart...
* Jira shrugs, edging into the kitchen and dishing some up for herself
<Shingami> Velcomin Bienvenu Welcome Come on in
* Diana just fixes herself some nice, mild soup...shoulders slumped slightly*
* ``Mitch edges the door open, staying by it. "Hi, Shin... how're you feeling?"
* Shingami looks over, layin on her stomach feet in the air stick of straberry poky in her mouth waring the tank top and shorts again
<Shingami> Oh mitch! hey yeah im ok.. come on in.. ahve a seat
* ``Mitch glances around - anything resembling a chair?
* ``Taurus comes out of his room and walks groggly down the stairs
* Diana heads back out with a small smile to Jira, sipping her soup once she sits back down again*
* Jira eats, pausing again...waving to Taurus
<Jira> 'Nother new face?
* HappyLittleMoron noddles, waveling to Taurus too* Yep..
* ``Taurus gives a little wave* Yeah I guess
* ``Mitch walks in and lets himself down, edging a stack of Captain Tsubasa further over to make room.
<``Mitch> "Listen, I wanted to ask you a favor... you know that thing you did last night, the portal thing?"
<Shingami> Yeah sorry bout the mess i havent gotten to repoganizing all my manga yet...
<Shingami> umm... sure i can
<Shingami> re open one i meen..
<Shingami> thats what you want right?
<``Mitch> He looks down at his hands, twisting them together a little. "I, well, I'd like your help to get into my apartment. I don't think it'd be safe for me to walk in the front door."
<Shingami> sure Mitch...
* Jira shifts, sighing as she puts the rest of the food away, settling on a chair and opening up her napsack, digging through it
* Diana sits back after putting her bowl away, massaging her temples*
<``Mitch> "Thanks... seriously..." He pulls himself up, rubbing his neck. "I'll wait downstairs for you, I guess."
<Shingami> no need i can openi ti here...
* ``Taurus sits in a spare vacant chair, half asleep
* ``Mitch blinks. "You know where it is?"
<Shingami> though you kinda need to think about where you want to be in your appartment so i can just open the gate directly there
<Shingami> i do now your thinking about it
<``Mitch> "Oh, okay... I get it..." He hesitates. "You'll have to enter my mind again?"
<Shingami> no its on the surface of your thoughts.. your projecting it right now..
* Jira wraps her tail around to her side, sighing and shifting through an address book, sliding on a small pair of reading glasses
<``Mitch> He nods, a little unsure. "All right..." Hesitates, looks down, tucks the makeshift jacket around him. "Whenever you're ready..."
* Shingami gets up, puts on a super man hoodie and opens the gate to Mitch's appartment
<HappyLittleMoron> Hmm...*looks down at her belly* They're gonna both be kickboxers...I can see it..
<Shingami> after you
* Klork is done with food..blinks
* Klork already has his ear to her stomach, purring
<Klork> Iwannafeel!
* Jira blinks, glancing at him over her glasse
* Jira shakes her head slowly, looking back down and rummaging
* HappyLittleMoron laughs, the babies purring in response* They don't kick on command...*snickers, the babies moving around quite activly since she just ate*
* ``Mitch ducks through, and stumbles, catching himself on a doorframe... he looks about himself, and his mouth twitches. .oO(Up yours, Mr. T.)
* Diana chuckles softly*
* ``Taurus shakes his head and rolls his eyes
* Klork grins
<Klork> Football players..yep! *beams*
* HappyLittleMoron laughs
* Jira arches a brow
* Shingami follows Mitch, nothin better to do still munchign on ehr poky
<HappyLittleMoron> I pity the opposing team...
<HappyLittleMoron> Even if they're girls? <G>
<Jira> What is it with men and wanting their children to all be some sort of athlete...?
* HappyLittleMoron shrugs
* Klork shrugs
<HappyLittleMoron> I dunno <G>
* ``Mitch lopes through the room to his bedroom - the entire apartment is fairly orderly, everything in its place, but it's still a bachlor's pad, dusty and unkempt and occasional discarded thing just sitting around.
<Klork> Rugby works..--Hey..we do not! ...*I* just do! *grins cheesily*
* ``Taurus laughs* My dad wanted me to be a baseball player, signed me up for t-ball and everything, then took off and started another family in Ohio....
* HappyLittleMoron snickers* Rugby for girls?? *smirks and shakes her head* Here's hopin' they get my bones...
* Klork chuckles
<HappyLittleMoron> Ehe heh...
<``Taurus> bastard's setting up franchises.
<Klork> Well I've never broken anything so all should be good!
* Klork pauses
<Klork> my knees don't count.
* Jira twists her mouth to the side
* ``Mitch ducks into the closet and hauls out an undershirt, slipping off the half-trench... a moment's work, and he drags out a loose denim jacket, before digging into the back for something
* HappyLittleMoron pokes him lightly* Heyy...I CAN'T break anything...*winks and curls around to kiss his cheek...if he's still listening to her tummy*
<Jira> Hearin' stories like tha' sometimes make me wondah' if not knowin' m' folks o' not is a good thing or bad..
* Shingami just starts looking aorund the palce
* Diana smiles thinly and heads into the workout room*
* Klork sighs, pulling out a necklace that looks like large ellipsoidal hematite pieces, laying it flat on the ground
* Klork then digs through her bag again
* ``Mitch straightens up and hocks a pair of duffel bags onto the bed. <Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, workroom, entrance. It's an efficiency.>
* Jira sighs, pulling out a necklace that looks like large ellipsoidal hematite pieces, laying it flat on the ground
* Jira then digs through her bag again
* Klork blinks, glancing over
* ``Mitch hauls one open, walking rapidly into the workroom... inside, he can be seen filling it with a grab-bag of toys; lineman's sets, electrical gear, mechanical tools, a welder's torch...
<Klork> What, is that why people have been after you or something?
* HappyLittleMoron tilts her head a little, nodding slightly
* Jira blinks, looking up, pulling a large clear stone out and kneeling with a smile, the stone is crystallic in shape, quite large
<Jira> Not quite luv'..
* HappyLittleMoron blinks a little* 'Sup?
* Klork squints, then lifts his sunglasses, eyes almost all the way white as he looks at that
<Klork> That' a diamond??
* Jira arches a brow, then shakes her head, slamming the crystal down on the hematite pieces ... they snap open
* HappyLittleMoron blinks!
<Jira> No, Quartz .. almost as hard..*smirks, sifting through the pieces of hematite*
<HappyLittleMoron> What the...? *arches a brow as she watches*
* Klork blinks..
* Jira smiles, doing this to each piece of hematite
* Jira then fingers through each one, plucking a small diamond from the center
* HappyLittleMoron looks to Klork, then to Jira...* Oh...kay...
<Jira> Had ah' used diamond, luv, I woulda scratched' th' ones inside..*grins*
<Klork> Um .. where'd you get that?
<HappyLittleMoron> Guess so...! Eh...what he said...
* Jira shuffles the diamonds back into a pouch and tying it to her belt, then goes about shuffling the hematite pieces into small piles
<Jira> No place special..
* Jira hovers her hands over them, each taking a bright glow before all of the pieces of hematite beging to grow red with heat, molding back together
<HappyLittleMoron> Uhm...otay...*has her patented moronicly dumbfounded look on her face as she watches*
* Jira stops with each, picking them up while still red, they cool immediately and go back to their ellipsoidal shape
<HappyLittleMoron> Well...geeze...
<Jira> Fam'ly heirlooms *smiles faintly, continuing with the hematite* Just got em' back from a few slackeh's not gua'din' em' very well.
<HappyLittleMoron> Ohh...k
* Jira shrugs, stringing the hematite pieces back together
<Jira> Now ah' just 'afta put this back so they don' suspect nothin'..
<HappyLittleMoron> 'Sall cool *grins lopsidedly*
* Diana's doing a kata in the workout room, 'n all that, in case anyone was wonderin' ^-^*
<HappyLittleMoron> So...'sides running...how've you been...?
* Jira stands, putting the necklace on and stuffing the small bag of diamonds into the bag
* HappyLittleMoron hehs a little and shrugs, resting her head back
* ``Mitch staggers into the entrance and lets the bag down with a heavy thump and a cascade of clicks as the contents rearrange themselves... he groans as he straightens up, rubbing the still-sore leg, and glances at Shingami... a little defensively, "I'm just a janitor. With... hobbies."
* Shingami is sitting on his kitchen counter
<Shingami> nifty
<Shingami> I take it you dotn cook much
* ``Mitch walks into the bedroom and starts throwing clothes onto the bed... he calls to her, albeit a little hushed as if trying to keep his voice down, "I'm not what you'd call a master chef. Or a student. Or having seen the campus at all."
<``Mitch> He glances up. "Are any of them good memories?"
<Shingami> many are... many.... arnt
<``Mitch> "I hope you find more memories, Shin... the good ones. You're good, I mean, you're a good person... you don't deserve bad memories."
Session Close: Sat Feb 23 21:07:38 2002
