Session Start: Mon Feb 25 17:56:19 2002

* HappyLittleMoron comes down the stairs, carrying Brenna along with her, then <G>

* AriaStormsinger breathes shallowly, continuing to sleep

* TomGrogan paces the apartment. Pete watches wide-eyed from the couch as Tom walks from the kitchen to his bedroom...and back to the kitchen...and back to the bedroom...

* HappyLittleMoron brings Brenna into the kitche, ruffling her hair, lookin' tired 'n stuff...

<Pete> Uh, Tom?

* TomGrogan walks from the kitchen to his bedroom...and back to the kitchen...and back to the bedroom...

* Mitch, somewhere in the Asylum - and isn't sure where until Nurse Shin clues him in - does much the same thing, dead to the world*

<Pete> Tom?

* HappyLittleMoron starts warming up some pizza...demeanor tired

<Pete> Tom, she'd call if something was wrong.

* TomGrogan shoots a glare at Pete and tries to sit down for a minute.

<Pete> *looks worried and stares at Tom.

<TomGrogan> Quit staring at me.

<Pete> Sorry.

* Phone rings at their apartment...somewhere under the mess of posters, pizza boxes, schoolbooks, papers, newspapers, paper plates, cardboard boxes, etc. etc. etc.

* TomGrogan jumps up and both boys scramble around for a minute as it rings, searching...

<Pete> Found it!! *Holds a little black cell phone aloft like Excalibur from the couch.* Hello!?

* TomGrogan stands eagerly

<Pete> Oh, hi Stacie! How ya doing?

* TomGrogan 's _expression goes black and he storms off to the kitchen

<Pete> Oh yeah, like we're fine. How'd your advisor handle your 'leave of absence' request? ...Oh yeah?...That's cool...Uh huh...

<Pete> So like, you want to come over for awhile? We're just moping around, waiting to hear what, ah, Aria's gonna do about those guys... Yeah... Sweet. See ya then! *clicks phone off*

<Pete> DUDE! We're gonna have company!!!

* TomGrogan sticks his head out of the kitchen and glares at Pete. "You clean up. I'm gonna start checking the Internet."

<Pete> Againnnn? Dude, I cleaned up last time.

* TomGrogan grumbles something, goes to his room and SLAMS the door.

* Pete shrugs. Props open the apartment door and starts loading pizza boxes into the hall.

* HappyLittleMoron finishes feeding Brenna, and eating her own dinner before heading out into the living room, looking around at the walls with a soft sigh and sitting on the couch, manafesting a book to herself, reading to the little girl..

* HappyLittleMoron streatches a little, just for variety as she reads softly to the little girl

* StacieGreene walks up the hallway, eyeing the ceiling-high stack of pizza boxes outside the door to Tom and Pete's apratment with a cross between distaste and humor

* Pete hops out the door and hands her an armful of boxes. "Hi Stacie! Want to stack thos eover there? Coolness. Ok. COme on in. DUDE! Stacie's here!"

* Stacie comes into the room, finds a clear spot on the couch, takes off her jacket and puts it down first, then sits down on the edge.

* Tom emerges from his room, gives her a quick wave and sits down on the floor across the room.

<Pete> (to Stacie, standing in the middle of the carpet) So! You're officially on leave. What are you gonna do next?

<StacieGreene> Um... I talked ot my dad and he agreed to send me plane tickets home. Which is actually a pretty big thing. We don't usually get along.

<Pete> That's great! He must have had a change of heart when he found out you were attacked by a bunch of jerks like FoH.

<StacieGreene> Actually... I think he just wants the chance to gloat over my having to leave school. He's a creep.

* StacieGreene shakes her peach-colored nails

<StacieGreene> Anyway, I don't leave til next week.

<StacieGreene> Buuuuuuut I'm hoping things will blow over enough for me to finish my research when I get bakc. And the week gives me a chance to wrap up some things. So...have you two heard anything from Aria?

* HappyLittleMoron smiles softly as Brenna nods off, wrapping a wing around the little girl before dozing herself

<Tom> No. And I still can't believe I let her talk me into letting her go back alone.

<StacieGreene> Why don't you call the place?

* Pete blinks. "It's like...too soon."

* Tom, heaving himself up and going for the kitchen. "Yeah. I dunno, I just feel responsible for her. And I was there with her that night. I saw what happened to those kids. You want anything?"

<Pete> Dude, get me a Dew. And I don't think they're like that normally. They were just defending their own. She's one of their own.

<StacieGreene> <w> so am I

<Pete> Cause you can read thoughts, right? That's what you said.

* StacieGreene smirks. "Yeah. That."

* StacieGreene stretches and offers Pete a hand.

* Pete blinks, then takes it.

<StacieGreene> And this. *squeezes a very little*

* Pete's face changes and he ends up on one knee, wincing. "EEyow girl!"

* Tom raises a brow. "What...?"

* StacieGreene smiles and releases Pete's slightly sore hand. "We found out when I hit 13."

<StacieGreene> My mutation started to manifest. I've got some kind of super strength. But that's not really much fun -- I have to pretend to get tired out when I move furniture and stuff.

* StacieGreene stares at Pete's eyes, which go wide.

<StacieGreene> Heh! Okay, Pete...start up the Playstation.

<Pete> You...just read my mind. *spins to Tom* She did!

<StacieGreene> THAT's fun.

* Tom shrugs.

<Tom> It's not the talent. It's what you do with it.

<StacieGreene> You're just quoting Dr. Sonder. And I don't need to be a mind-reader to know that.

<Tom> Maybe. But he's got a point. Don't you think?

* StacieGreene and Tom watch Pete set up Final Fantasy X

* AriaStormsinger snores a little, rolls over

<Tom> *listlessly watching Pete kick butt* So would I be right in assuming your old man didn't take kindly to your mutating?

<StacieGreene> Yeah. He wasn't so bad as some. But he's been pretty cold. Doesn't matter, though. I got all the scholarships I needed and plugged out of town as soon as I could. Graduated a year early. Can't believe I'm going back to Missourah now.

<StacieGreene> It'll be cool to see my kid brother again, tho. His name's John.

<Tom> He a mutant too?

<StacieGreene> I don't think so. And I think he'd tell me.

<Pete> WAHAA! Check *THAT* out you bloodsucking bast -- uh.

<Pete> Hey, Stacie, wanna try?

<StacieGreene> No thanks, Pete. I'm not really in the mood.

<Pete> Hmm. *puts down the controller and turns around* You want something to eat instead?

<StacieGreene> Not really...

<Pete> How about a backrub?

* StacieGreene cracks a grin. "All right. All right. You can give me a backrub."

* Tom smirks. "You're lucky. He's really good."

* Pete cracks his knuckles, looking devilish.

* Mitch dreams of sheep. With wings.*

* Pete sets in, but his brows go up almost immediately. "Dude. You're like rock under here. You know that? This is cool."

<StacieGreene> Side effect of mutating. I thought about going into biology to study it, but...

* HappyLittleMoron , if she could see those winged sheep, would probably think Mitch's been spending a WEE bit too much time with Merc

<StacieGreene> There were more scholarships for the paranormal psychology end of things.

<StacieGreene> Go figure.

<Tom> Hmm.

<StacieGreene> Ooh. That's nice, Pete.

<Pete> <G>

<StacieGreene> So what are you guys? Pizza majors?

* Tom grins. "Management and Economics double major. We're juniors. Pete's English, if he hasn't gotten kicked out of the program yet."

<Pete> I haven't been kicked out of anything. Yet.

* Mitch, if he could respond, would remark that EVERYTHING has wings around here, it's only natural... and counting sheep is a perfectly normal exercise in somnambulism.*

<Tom> Don't underestimate him. He's raelly quite smart. Quoted Shakespeare to half the ladies in Brazil when we were down there last semester.

* HappyLittleMoron would hurt Mitch, if he'd responded like that, very badly...then point to all the people who DON'T have wings <G>

<AriaStormsinger> *sleeps*

* HappyLittleMoron and Brenna are sleeping on the couch, the little girl curled close to her mother, under her mom's wing

* ``Mitch is wherever he got stashed, deep asleep

* Aria hopes she isn't still draped across his chest

* HappyLittleMoron moved Aria to Aria's room, last night

<StacieGreene> This joker? I dunno.

<Pete> *just grins*

<Tom> I'm sorry you have to leave school. Have you talked to the police at all?

<StacieGreene> I...thought about it. But after talking with you guys and Aria, I'm not sure it's a good idea to involve Normals in this at all.

* Pete pauses in the backrub. "Normals? Sheesh."

* Tom, glaring into the distance* Whatever she said, if she doesn't call by this time tomorrow, I'm calling the police.

<Tom> I know where the asylum is. And it'll go down. No one deserves to die the way those kids did...

<Pete> You're being seriously heavy, dude.

<StacieGreene> They didn't hurt her when she was there *before* what happened the other night. And they seemed like good folk when we got back tehre. THink about it. I'm sure she's safe.

<Tom> But she said she'd call...

<Pete> (whispering next to STacie's ear): He's been like this ALL. DAY. LONG.

<StacieGreene> Awright then. Hold on a minute.

* StacieGreene closes her eyes, puts her fingers on her temples, takes a deep breath and reaches out across the city.

<Pete> Hey! She's doing something.

* Tom watches...

<StacieGreene> {{Aria?}}

<StacieGreene> I feel like...there's something...just not very lucid at the moment

<StacieGreene> {{HLM?}}

<StacieGreene> {{Otherwise known as Mo'?}}

* HappyLittleMoron blinks and erks..* {{'eh...yeah?}}

<StacieGreene> Hey, contact.

<HappyLittleMoron> {{That's me...who's callin'?}}

<Pete> Coolness.

* HappyLittleMoron sooths Brenna back to sleep, yawning a lil' herself

<StacieGreene> {{This is Stacie Greene from NYU.}}

<HappyLittleMoron> {{Oohh...from that stupid rally...'sup?}}

<StacieGreene> {{Sorry, you were sleeping, weren't you?}}

* ``Mitch mumbles something as he barely crosses the border between sleep and wakefulness, twisting under the sheets and bringing an arm blearily over his eyes, against the everpresent lights of the Big Apple

<HappyLittleMoron> {{Yeah...just dozed off while reading to my little one...no worries. Everything ok?}}

<StacieGreene> {{Stupid... That's one word for it. Listen, have you seen Aria? The girl with the blue hair?}}

<HappyLittleMoron> {{Yeah...she's sleepin' now, too...long day and night last night...}}

<StacieGreene> {{She said she'd call. What happened?}}

* StacieGreene probes into HLM's head to see if there's anything being hidden...like Aria's a captive, anything like that

<HappyLittleMoron> {{Heh...man...long long story...big fight with a newcomer...}} *nothing's being hidden...a lot of exhaustion there, but nothing's hidden, she shivers* {{Heh...don't go pryin' too deep...there's stuff no one else should see in there...}}

* ``Mitch makes a disgusted, undefinable sound as he pulls himself up, running two hands through his hair and rubbing his face with the remainder

* StacieGreene comes up against a couple of really anguished memory zones and backs off...

<StacieGreene> {{Wow. Well, I'll let Tom know. He was really worried.}}

<StacieGreene> {{You going to be all right, yourself?}}

<HappyLittleMoron> {{Ok...everything's ok...heh! Yeah...always am. Take care o' yerself and the boys, heh?}}

<StacieGreene> {{...I will.}}

<StacieGreene> You can relax, Tom. She's okay.

* Tom sits up a little straighter, trying to look unconcerned

<Pete> Toldja so.

<Tom> Shut up.

* ``Mitch hauls himself out of bed, and cranes his neck by the window, trying to focus his lenses on a ad clock down the street... he sighs, and taps his forehead against the glass, before stumbling into the bathroom for a long hot shower

<Pete> Yeah, yeah. Anyway, she's not your type.

* HappyLittleMoron yawns slightly, nuzzling Brenna a little and starting to doze again to the purring of her children..

<Tom> You're the one who talks about her in your sleep.

<StacieGreene> Oh?

<Pete> *blush*

<StacieGreene> She's resting up after a "big fight with a newcomer" last night.

<Tom> It's too many fights around there. She's a delicate creature.

<Tom> She shouldn't be exposed to that kind of violence.

<Pete> Gotta agree with ya there, dude.

<Pete> Much better to keep her on campus. Hang out at rallies and stuff.

* Tom shoots Pete the LOOK of Death

* Shingami comes down stairs

* ``Mitch curses under his breath as he realizes he still doesn't have a towel... he hesitates, then grabs a shirt and starts rubbing his hair dry, starting to feel a little more human after the long shower

<Pete> Seriously. Like, it's probably the safest spot in the world for her right now.

<Pete> Unless you want to hand her over to Javier QUinonez's compound back in Brazil.

* StacieGreene cocks an eyebrow

* HappyLittleMoron 's dozing on the couch with Brenna, cute lil' scene

<StacieGreene> Tom toes one of the leftover wads of paper towel Pete didn't get to while they cleaned up for Stacie's arrival

<Shingami> hey hlm

<Tom> Anyway, Stacie, you want to go get something to eat?

* ``Mitch hooks the soaked shirt over the doorknob and tugs on a fresh pair of shorts, followed by sweatpants... he eyes the shirts, still spread out over the floor, and mumbles "...fuggit."

* HappyLittleMoron blinkblinks and looks up* Heh...heyas, Shin...how's it goin'?

<StacieGreene> Does it involve going out in public? Honestly, I'm a little nervous these days.

<Shingami> hey

<Pete> Golden. What do you want on your pizza?

* Tom, Pete and Stacie end up hanging out much more amicably after pizza arrives and enjoy watching a few videos. Tom disappears to do some homework, and Pete and Stacie chat about the relative impact of Carl Jung's theories on modern psychology until about 2 a.m., when the boys escort her back to her place

<Shingami> any coffee?

* ``Mitch cleans his glasses, and carefully straightens out a bend in one arm, before pushing them on and coming downstairs, less than fully-awake.

<HappyLittleMoron> Uhm...got decaff in the kittchen...dunno if we have any of the regular stuff...

<HappyLittleMoron> Got some left over pizza in there too...

* ``Mitch rounds into the living room, and rubs a hand over his face as he contemplates actual interaction. "...evening, Mrs. Happy."

<HappyLittleMoron> Heyas, Mitch...how ya feelin'?

<``Mitch> "Been worse. Any coffee?"

* Shingami is currently staring at the coffee pot while its makin coffee

<HappyLittleMoron> Got decaff in the kitchen...gonna have to...*sniffs the air* Never mind...Shin's makin' some *smirks*

<``Mitch> "Thank god." He stumbles into the kitchen, follows Shin's gaze, and leans against the table, staring at the coffeepot as well

* HappyLittleMoron peeks in after him and muffles a laugh

<Shingami> it will work...

<HappyLittleMoron> Uh huh...yeah...

* Coffeepot trembles

<``Mitch> "It better."

* Coffeepot begins to fill

* ``Mitch has the hard, sharp edge of cafficide in his eyes...

<Shingami> good coffee pot.. it wont go the way of the toaster

* Coffeepot 's trepidation fades as it starts to get steamed

<``Mitch> "What happen' to the toaster?"

<Coffeepot> Do you two MIND? Don'tcha people membah the ol' sayin', 'Watched Pot Nevah Boils'?! The NOIVE of some charactahs!

* HappyLittleMoron blinks...

* HappyLittleMoron retreats upstairs

<Shingami> want coffee.. do you want to becoem my next electronic hydroponic expirament liek the toaster?

* ``Mitch reaches out and picks up the frying pan

* Coffeepot bubbles merrily

* Coffeepot whistles innocently

* HappyLittleMoron comes back downstairs after putting Brenna to bed...

<HappyLittleMoron> Are the appliances still talking...?

* ``Mitch sets the pan down... within reach

* Coffeepot is now perc-y

<AriaStormsinger> *zzzzzz*

<HappyLittleMoron> Guess not...*shakes her head and rubs her eyes, heading into the workout room to do some tai chiiiiiiii*

* ``Mitch pulls a pair of mugs from a cupboard and picks up the pot, filling each... he hands one to Shin

<Shingami> thank you

* ``Mitch downs half of his in one scalding gulp, and inhales deeply, letting the coffee do its dirty work

<Shingami> i hate it when apliences think they are one up on us

<Shingami> thank you

* ``Mitch cradles the mug as if it were the holy grail, leaning back against the counter. "Did that pot talk to us?"

* Shingami takes a long drag off the coffee, jsut staring into it

<Shingami> mmm caffeene

<``Mitch> "I mean, I don't have a major problem with a talking coffeepot. They've probably got them in Japan. I'd just like to be sure I didn't imagine it."

<Shingami> its strange even to my standards

<``Mitch> "But it... DID talk, right?"

<Shingami> i dont know...

<Shingami> im too tiard to really give a damn

<Shingami> it made coffee though

<Shingami> coffee good...

<``Mitch> "Works for me." He sips some more.

<``Mitch> "Is everyone all right?"

<Shingami> were alive

<``Mitch> "What about Sparky?"

<Shingami> shes alive...and here.. and... stuff..

<``Mitch> "Not that I'm complaining, but why isn't she apparently trying to kill us anymore?"

* HappyLittleMoron comes into the kitchen from the workout room, pulling out a chair and settling onto it

* HappyLittleMoron looks up* She was probably being controlled by someone...*shrugs* She doesn't remember anything of the fight...

<``Mitch> To HLM. "You believe her?"

<HappyLittleMoron> I guess...Diana did...*smirks a lil' sheepishly* She told me about it for the whole ten minutes she was awake today...

* ``Mitch nudges open the refridgerator with one foot and pokes around a little, emerging with leftover pizza... he tosses the box onto the table and picks up a pair of slices, hungry as hell

* Shingami grabs a bred stick or two

* HappyLittleMoron decides to be different and snags an orange

<``Mitch> He shrugs. "Guess it worked out. Did the cops show up?"

<Shingami> dont think so... i was a smidge occupied to notice..

* Shingami heads int the livng room .. couch there

* HappyLittleMoron shakes her head* Strangely enough...no...youda thunk with all that power-flinging they would have...

<``Mitch> "God, I'm tired. Of course they didn't. This is Manhattan. They don't go anywhere below Tenth Ave."

<HappyLittleMoron> Know the feelin'...and I dunno...prob'ly depends on their moods...we've had a efw visits...

* ``Mitch follows and slumps onto the couch, snarfing the last of the pizza he holds and chasing it back with more black gold.

* HappyLittleMoron hmphs and gets up to follow, starting a fire in the fireplace

<``Mitch> "Depends on who's bought the commish, really."

* Shingami is curled aorund her coffee cup

* HappyLittleMoron settles into a chair, folding her wings around her* I guess...

<Coffeepot> Oh man, not another one...

<AriaStormsinger> *zzzzzzzzzzzz*

<``Mitch> "First that tall T bastard, what's his name... then Sparky... are all the weekends like this?"

<HappyLittleMoron> Oh...Teirnan...*shrugs a little* Nah...not alla 'em...just most...*smirks*

<Shingami> no usualy we dont brign people back form the dead

* Klork pokes his head in the door* it safe today..?

* HappyLittleMoron looks up and chuckles* Uh huh...safe as can be with these two getting hopped up off caffien *grins lopsidedly*

<``Mitch> A long pause... then, quietly, a little more awake. "I wasn't sure."

* Klork comes in, closing the door

<Klork> whew..

* HappyLittleMoron chuckles softly

* HappyLittleMoron heads over to Klork to give him a hug and kiss

<``Mitch> "I... don't remember much of it. I was watching and waiting, and, well... then..." He trails off and slams the rest of the coffee.

* Klork smirks, hugging her back

<Klork> you been good?

* HappyLittleMoron nods* Yep...you?

<HappyLittleMoron> I'm glad *grins*

<``Mitch> "I remember..." His lips tighten, briefly. "I owe you my life, Shin. Again." He glances at her. "Thank you... I don't really know what else to say. Thank you."

* Shingami fell asleep

* ``Mitch exhales gently, a small smile on his face... he reaches over and carefully lifts the cup from her hands, setting it on the coffee table... to Happy, quietly, "There any blankets around?"

* `Angora comes down the stairs, kinda groggy, eyes normal, having recovered from her magic hangover a lot faster than Klork could..

* HappyLittleMoron nods, pointing to the one on the back of the couch with a smile

* HappyLittleMoron wavels to Angora

* ``Mitch tugs the blanket from the back of the couch and covers Shin up, tucking it around her chin carefully

<HappyLittleMoron> How ya holdin' up, Angora...?

<`Angora> Eh..? Well enough *sighs, brows furrowing* Still confused as to what's going on..but .. well

* ``Mitch glances over his shoulder as he stands and stiffens, fumbling the coffee mug unconsciously into a solid throwing grip instead of the "mmm, warm" hold

* `Angora blinks, shifting back a bit

* HappyLittleMoron noddles...then erks* Mitch...relax...deep breaths...

<``Mitch> Muttered. "I've been led to believe that Sparky here killed me. Relaxing is not on the menu."

<Klork> eh..? *looks up* Aw crud..

* `Angora furrows her brows, blinking as she kinda backpedals up the stairs slowly

<`Angora> Look--I have NO clue what you're talking about--much less do I know how to kill somebody...!

* HappyLittleMoron mutters...heading over to Mitch and plucking the mug from his grip

* ``Mitch glares at her, standing in a sort of helplessly protective manner over Shingami

* Klork sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck

<Klork> Mitch .. she was under a spell or something..

* HappyLittleMoron nods, crossing her arms over her chest

<Klork> SHe doesn't remember any of it ..

* ``Mitch twitches at Happy's movement, but relinquishes the mug, stepping away slightly

<``Mitch> "So she says..."

* Klork shakes his head

<Klork> We don't know either way, not like we can do much but accept that ..

* Klork glances over at her

<HappyLittleMoron> If she wanted to kill us, wouldn't you think she'd have done it while we were all sleepin'?

<Klork> Either that or she's one hell of an actress ..

* `Angora shifts, white-knuckling the railing

<`Angora> Hey, look, I can go...seriously *furrows her brow* My roomate's probably worried..I-I mean, if you don't want me here or something..

<``Mitch> "I don't know. I just don't think it's such a flaming hot idea to welcome that b-" He cuts himself off, and takes a deep breath. "...to welcome her with open arms."

* `Angora flinches

* HappyLittleMoron looks over* Nah...it's ok, Angora...*turns and GLARES at Mitch, eyes flashing brightly* Shut it.

* ``Mitch crosses one pair of arms, but shuts it, settling down into a chair and flicking his glasses off, rubbing his forehead hard

* Shingami sleeps dreaming of Whos line is it Anyway

<`Angora> No ... he was here before I was..*shifts, brow furrowing* I'd like to get to know my brother more but I don't have to live here to do that..

* Klork sighs, not really stepping in ... not really knowing what to think

<HappyLittleMoron> Thank you. *sighs a little and folds her wings against her back* You're very welcome to stay...y' hungry at all?

* `Angora furrows her brow, shaking her head as she looks down

<`Angora> No...not really.

<HappyLittleMoron> k...

* HappyLittleMoron shrugs a little and heads back into the workout room, back to her Tai Chi..

* ``Mitch pushes himself up and walks into the kitchen... he hesitates, looking between the coffeepot and the fridge... coffeepot, fridge...

* ``Mitch finally opens the fridge, gets a bottle of beer, downs half of it, tops it off with the coffee, and walks back into the living room, swishing it around.

<AriaStormsinger> *snores*

* AriaStormsinger whimpers

* `Angora stops herself from going to the kitchen, brows furrowed as she watches Mitch, shifting and going back up the stairs

* AriaStormsinger 's hands lift limply, reaching up, and her head tosses a little.

* ``Mitch takes a mouthful as he sits down, and swallows with a disgusted _expression. "God, that's horrible." He stares at the bottle contemplatatively... then takes another swallow.

* Diana comes down the stairs, rubbing her brow and muttering to herself in Japanese*

* Diana looks around a little, and just sits on the bottom step*

* ``Mitch glances up, and pushes on the glasses... he nods to Diana, raising the bottle in salute.

* `Angora folds her arms over herself, walking slowly down the hall

* Diana smirks lightly, raises a hand in greeting and just bends over to rest her brow on her knees*

* HappyLittleMoron blinks as she comes out of the workout room, lookin' around and stuff...

* ``Mitch watches Shin sleep, sipping at his concoction

* AriaStormsinger blinks at the world

* `Angora blinks, pausing outside the door to Aria's room before gently pushing it open, poking her head inside

<`Angora> <tentatively> Hello...?

* AriaStormsinger blinks at Angora from her bed.

* `Angora chews her lip

<`Angora> You ok..?

* AriaStormsinger hums a little, and tries to prop herself up, not taking her eyes of Angora

<AriaStormsinger> .o(How'd I...get here?)

* AriaStormsinger falls back

<AriaStormsinger> {{Are you...gonna kill me?}}

* `Angora furrows her brow, then blinks, coming in slowly, hesitating a bit before propping her arms behind her

* Diana pushes herself to her feet with a grimace* Hai...I'm...going back to bed...*turns and starts heading back to her room*

<`Angora> Are you ok...??

* AriaStormsinger whimpers a little

<``Mitch> "Goodnight, Diana..."

<Diana> Oyasumi nasai, Mitch...*dissapears up the stairs to her room*

* AriaStormsinger takes a shaky breath

* Klork settles in a chair

<Klork> feelin' better Mitch..?

<``Mitch> "Note to self - Japanese to English phrasebook. Purchase."

<AriaStormsinger> What's...going on?

<HappyLittleMoron> She just said good night <G>

<Klork> EH, she said goodnight basically ...

* ``Mitch glances up. "A lot better than I was."

* HappyLittleMoron tends to the fire in the fireplace..

* Klork nods

* ``Mitch nods slowly, trying to commit this to memory

<`Angora> I wish I could say *furrows her brow, sinking a bit*

<Klork> Got worried there ...couldn't find half of the injured last night ..

<AriaStormsinger> {{HLM? Diana? Shingami? Klork? Anybody? Help?}}

<HappyLittleMoron> {{...huh? 'Sup?}}

* `Angora props some pillows behind Aria, kneeling back, brows furrowed

* Klork blinks, tilting his head to the side

<Klork> Huh...??

<Klork> {{Aria..??}}

* Klork stands

<AriaStormsinger> {{Klork's sister is...tending me???}}

<Klork> Aria's callin' for help...??

* Klork pauses..

<AriaStormsinger> {{Oh good, you're alive!}}

<Klork> Waitwait..

<``Mitch> "Is everyone all r-" He glances up as Klork stands.

* HappyLittleMoron blinks and arches a brow lightly

<Klork> {{I..yeah..*blinks* We're keeping an eye on her currently but...I think she's safe .. was under some sort of spell or something last night..}}

<Klork> Ah, Aria didn't know 'bout Ang'..

<``Mitch> "Who?"

* AriaStormsinger tries to generate something, anything, but barely manages to raise her hand at Angora

<HappyLittleMoron> She's been sleeping all day...

<Klork> Angora ... my sister..

<HappyLittleMoron> {{Aria, she's safe to be around...}}

<AriaStormsinger> {{She was?? Oh... Is Mitch alive? Rislyn? Shin?}}

* `Angora tilts her head to the side..brows furrowing

<HappyLittleMoron> {{Everyone's alive and well, Aria}}

<AriaStormsinger> {{whew}}

<Klork> {{Yeah ... all livin'..}}

* ``Mitch makes the connection and blinks. "Wait. Sparky's your sister?"

<Shingami> {{tryin ta sleep go way}}

* Klork nods, rubbing his head

<Klork> twin.

* AriaStormsinger slumps back and meets Angora's eyes. "Hi there..."

* `Angora slowly gets up, sighing

<`Angora> You don't want me around either .. I'll go ..

* Klork sighs

<``Mitch> "Why would she try and kill you?"

<AriaStormsinger> You...were under a spell?

<Klork> I have another sister somewhere, God hopes she decides to make less dramatic entrance should I ever see her..

* HappyLittleMoron heads over to Klork, gently rubbing his shoulders..

* Klork shrugs

* AriaStormsinger raises her hand after Angora. "No, wait, I'm sorry."

<Klork> I can only think she'd be under some spell or something..

<AriaStormsinger> I know... what it's like to have people afraid of you...

* `Angora furrows her brow..slowly sitting, shrugging a little

<``Mitch> "When was the last time you spoke with her? This one, I mean?"

<AriaStormsinger> They say it...wasn't your fault...

* AriaStormsinger closes her eyes and lies back, panting

<Klork> when I was five sooo..*hrms* 18? 17 years?

* ``Mitch settles back in the chair, not very happy at this.

<`Angora> I don't even know what I did .. apparently soemthing ... *sighs* and it pissed a lot of people off..

<AriaStormsinger> {{Can you hear me if I talk this way? Easier right now...}}

* `Angora tilts her head up, brows quirked

<`Angora> {{Quite well...}}

<AriaStormsinger> {{Good. First things first. My name's Aria. What's yours?}}

* Klork sighs, running a hand through his hair

<`Angora> {{Angora Leanne ... Curric I think ...}}

<``Mitch> Quietly. "I'm sorry..."

<AriaStormsinger> {{That's pretty.}}

<`Angora> {{I usually just go by the first two...}}

* Klork looks over

<Klork> For what..??

<AriaStormsinger> {{Are you afraid right now?}} *opens her eyes a little

* `Angora smiles faintly* {{No .. well, more or less confused ...}}

<``Mitch> "Just..." He spreads a free hand. "If I've got a sibling, he or she's probably sitting pretty a thousand miles from here in Anytown, USA, but if one of mine showed up and... I'm sorry."

* Klork frowns

<AriaStormsinger> {{Where are you from?}}

<Klork> You didn't know any better .. hell, I even attacked her ...

* `Angora chews her lip, shrugging* {{San Francisco ... well, Santa Cruz usually, but my earliest memory is San Fran..}}

<``Mitch> He sighs, closing his eyes and knuckling his forehead. "Yeah... but only then."

* Klork shakes his head

<Klork> Don't worry yourself over it ..

<AriaStormsinger> {{sounds beautiful}}

* `Angora shrugs

<``Mitch> "What did you say her name was?"

<Klork> Angora..

* AriaStormsinger *sends some mental images of the rainforest to Angora

* Klork chuckles wryly

<Klork> I was the most original name outta my family ..

* HappyLittleMoron chuckles softly

* ``Mitch pushes himself up, setting the bottle on the coffee table... he's halfway to the stairs before stopping and turning, pointing to the bottle. "Don't drink that. Trust me on this."

<Klork> Angora...Birman...Singapura ...

<AriaStormsinger> {{That's where I'm from. It's very different, here. They said it was a fluke but to...uh...}}

* Klork arches a brow

<Klork> eh...?

* `Angora smiles a little

* HappyLittleMoron blinkblinks

<HappyLittleMoron> ...tay...

<`Angora> {{It's beautiful..}}

* ``Mitch starts up the stairs, rubbing his neck

* AriaStormsinger stares at the ceiling now, frowning

* `Angora furrows her brow, gently reaching over..hesitantly brushing hair from her brow* {{Are you ok?? You keep looking pained..}}

<AriaStormsinger> Not...pained... {{just weak. And something...keeps brushing at my mind...like -- words heard from a rooftop when the stars are singing.}}

* Klork sighs, sinking into the couch

* `Angora blinks, slowly shaking her head as she pulls her hand slowly away

<`Angora> {{I don't understand ...}}

* HappyLittleMoron rubs his shoulder gently* <q> 'Sup...?

* AriaStormsinger shakes her head and tries to focus on Angora

* Klork shakes his head

<Klork> I'm just wondering ..

<AriaStormsinger> It's okay. It will pass.

* HappyLittleMoron nods a little, sitting by him* ..what about...?

* ``Mitch adjusts his glasses, and runs a free hand through his hair... he doesn't look in through the open door, tapping on the doorframe in a sort of quiet knock.

<AriaStormsinger> {{You've met Klork? Since you rested?}}

* `Angora nods a little..then blinks, looking up

* `Angora sinks a bit, frowning..

<AriaStormsinger> {{What do you think?}}

<``Mitch> "Am I, um, interrupting anything?"

<Klork> maybe I got most of the physical strength ... and she got the magical?? There's no way in hell I could do all that and recover as quick as she did..

* `Angora furrows her brow, looking between Aria and Mitch, slowly standing

* HappyLittleMoron shrugs a little, streatching a wing around him* Or maybe that's whatever was controlling her talking...or just more training...

<AriaStormsinger> Hi...Mitch

<`Angora> I-um..no..I was jut leaving ... sorry ..*turns to go out, kinda hesitating seeing as Mitch is in the doorway*

<AriaStormsinger> You're alive...I'm...really glad.

* Klork shakes his head

<``Mitch> He holds out a hand placatingly. "Please... stay a moment?"

<AriaStormsinger> {{You don't have to leave!}}

* `Angora furrows her brow, glancing at Aria before slowly taking a step back..

<Klork> It's her ... somebody was usin' her for it..*shakes his head* I can sense it, she's got a hell of a lot of power. just doesn't know hw to use it..

* AriaStormsinger raises a hand weakly to Mithc and Angora

<AriaStormsinger> Please...sit down.

* ``Mitch steps into the room, pushing the door open and leaning against it - not blocking the path anymore... he takes off his glasses for a moment, running a hand over his face. "Angora, I... I'm sorry."

* There's some piled blankets in her room that could serve as seats...

* HappyLittleMoron nods a little* Ok...*chews her lip...* So we've gotta find out who's controlling her...

* `Angora slowly sits, then blinks

* Klork nods

<Klork> Before he/she/it does it again..or we could have a crater instead of the asylum..

<`Angora> I--why? *furrows her brow* I apparently did something bad enough that I don't deserve an apology...

* HappyLittleMoron nods with a shudder* Mebbe I should try getting a look at her energies...or something...

<``Mitch> "I'm new to this all. A week ago I would've laughed at the thought of magic. Now... shit." He shakes his head slowly. "I was given a chance. You deserve a chance."

* Klork nods

<Klork> might be a good idea..

<AriaStormsinger> We're all...given second chances...here

* `Angora fidgets a little, brow furrowing ... feeling she should counter that but can't think of anything to do so with..

* HappyLittleMoron nods* I guess...next time we see her, heh...?

* Klork nods

<``Mitch> "I'll understand if you don't want to accept my apology. But it's there."

* `Angora nods...blinking

* ``Mitch glances at Aria. "How're you doing?"

<`Angora> I-I'll accept it ... but I still haven't a clue as to what's going on to be honest..

* AriaStormsinger 's eyes snap back to Mitch's, she'd been drifting a little

<AriaStormsinger> Um...not so good

<``Mitch> Muttered. "Welcome to the club."

<AriaStormsinger> Feels like...every bit of energy...drained an' gone...

<AriaStormsinger> So glad you're alive...Shingami? helped you...

<``Mitch> "Sounds familiar..." He nods slowly. "Yeah. I... she brought me back."

* HappyLittleMoron kisses Klork's jaw* It'll all turn out ok...

* `Angora shifts, scooting past them to let them talk, still feeling she's intruding..heading down the stairs

<AriaStormsinger> *voice fades a little.* Something happened yesterday... Voices saying...normal growing...but I'm alone...they're worried...

* Klork nods

<Klork> I hope so..

* AriaStormsinger doesn't notice

* AriaStormsinger stares at the wall for a few minutes, then starts humming softly, eyes closing

<``Mitch> "What voices?" He glances at Angora as she departs, but doesn't say anything - he's gone as far as he can for now...

* HappyLittleMoron nods a little, blinking and shifting a little, looking down at her belly* Stop beating up mommy, kids...that's not nice...

* AriaStormsinger doesn't seem to notice Mitch

* AriaStormsinger drifts off

* ``Mitch takes a step forward. "Aria?"

* `Angora walks down the stairs, hesitating before going over and sitting on a chair across from HLM & KLork* Ok, I want to know EVERYTHING. Last I recall is saving some guy in the park after somebody gave him electrical beatings, so what the hell am I doing here??

* Klork blinkblinks

* AriaStormsinger breathes.

* HappyLittleMoron blinks and looks up* ...uhm...we can tell you what little we know...

<Klork> Whoa whoa..I have no clue

* Klork pauses

<Klork> ...hold on..

* HappyLittleMoron looks between them, tilting her head

<Klork> saved some guy in the park with "electrical beatings"...

* `Angora blinks, brows furrowing

* ``Mitch shakes his head slowly and drags the blanket over her... muttering as he stands, "...twice in one day. What are the odds."

<`Angora> Legs were broken..some japanese guy..he thanked me ..*chews her lip* Took me to dinner as well, Musoko I think..?

* HappyLittleMoron BLINKS

* Klork blinks..

* ``Mitch walks out quietly and shuts the door, moving back downstairs

<Klork> That isn't even possible--he can't do that...*looks at HLM* that CAN'T be, he doesn't know magic..nor does his screwed over family..

* HappyLittleMoron shakes her head a little* I dunno...I guess not...*brows furrow* Unless that was after we went to the park...

* ``Mitch snags his bottle from the coffee table and leans against the chair, listening and wondering whether or not it's safe for him to hear this stuff...

* `Angora furrows her brow

* Shingami sits up on the edge of the couch, still wrapped in the blanket

<`Angora> His family wasn't that bad..

<Shingami> .... i need to stop randomly falling asleep..

* HappyLittleMoron blinks a little

* Klork sighs

<Klork> Just stay away from him, ok??

* `Angora blinks

* HappyLittleMoron chews her lip a little and nods* He's really bad news...

* Shingami looks around the living room...

<`Angora> Why..? *pauses...you probably could see a lightbulb over her head were she in a Looney Tunes cartoon* You mean YOU beat him!?

* ``Mitch glances at Shin... quietly, "It's been a long day..."

* Klork sighs

* HappyLittleMoron curls her legs under herself, nodding very slightly

<Klork> He's attacked a few people here in a pretty damn unfriendly way, Ang'...it's not like I just randomly picked him out.

* Klork sighs

<Klork> Was me, Mondo ..n' ... *arches a brow* Mo? You were with right?

<Shingami> why didnt you tell me your name was Morgan?

* HappyLittleMoron nods

<HappyLittleMoron> Yeah...

* `Angora sighs, slowly standing and heading for the door

<`Angora> <muttered, quite frustrated> I'm going home...

<``Mitch> "Shin..." He sighs and straightens up, drinking the rest of the beeroffee. "Can we take this somewhere a little more private?"

* Klork blinks

<HappyLittleMoron> Angora...wha'...? *stands*

<Klork> Ang..c'mon, we're just worried, ok?

* `Angora frowns

* HappyLittleMoron nods...* He's done some really bad things...

<`Angora> Worried about what? THat I'll snap and kill you all or something?

* HappyLittleMoron blinks

* Shingami gets up folding the blanket back up

<Shingami> sure

<HappyLittleMoron> No...we're worried about your safety...

<`Angora> Right.

* `Angora frowns, hand on the door knob

<`Angora> Safety maybe, but I doubt its' mine you're worried for.

* ``Mitch steps into the kitchen and chucks the bottle into the trash, returning to Shin, rubbing his chin

* Klork sighs

* HappyLittleMoron folds her wings against her back* Why would we lie?

<Klork> Both, Ang'..

<Shingami> your room or mine?

* `Angora sighs

<``Mitch> "Mine, I think. It'll make things easier."

<`Angora> Why wouldn't you?

* `Angora opens the door, stepping out

<`Angora> I'll just leave and make things easier..

<HappyLittleMoron> Hold up...no...at least get to know your brother better...!

* Klork ergghs, standing and going over to the door

* `Angora mutters, walking down the path to the sidewalk

<`Angora> Maybe later.

* `Angora shivers, rubbing her hands over her upper arms

* Klork sighs, shaking his head

<Klork> Just let her go..

* HappyLittleMoron looks to Klork and sighs a little, nodding...

<Klork> one way or another she'll probably come back for one reason .. or another.

<Klork> Hopefully it'll be of her own will.

* `Angora heads down the street towards her apartment

* HappyLittleMoron nods, slipping an arm around him* Alright...oh hon...I'm sorry this happened this way...

* Klork shakes his head

<Klork> Don't ... my family's fucked as it is...

* Klork pauses, then kisses her brow

<Klork> at least that part of my family..

* HappyLittleMoron smirks lightly, giving him a gentle squeeze* I guess...remains to be seen about mine..*winks a little*

* ``Mitch walks upstairs and steps ahead of her into the room, snapping on the light... he rummages around and pulls on a threadbare sweater, before shutting the door quietly behind her.

<``Mitch> "Have a seat, I guess." He ducks down and tugs out a small metal box, opening it up and pulling out a thick sheaf of folded paper.

<Shingami> whats up?

* ``Mitch spreads the paper out on the floor, revealing a set of dense blueprints done in both orthagonal and isometric views... he straightens out the edges, and smooths it out, meditating on it for a long moment.

* Klork sighs, then looks over at HLM, brows creasing

* Shingami finds somewhere to sit

* HappyLittleMoron looks up at him, reaching up to brush the backs of her fingers gently along his cheek

<``Mitch> "This is a Raleigh-and-Raleigh Hudson 51, an expensive and well-protected walk-in vault. A foot of solid tungsten-lead alloy on all sides, buffered by half an inch of cement to eliminate conductivity, with a round door pivoting on inlaid star-corner bolts. The locking mechanism is almost entirely self-contained and operates on the 'I-tell-you-three-times' principle, with three processors watching for any signs of intrusion."

<Klork> Get a coat..?

<``Mitch> "Digital." He taps a tight nexus of circuitry and wiring. "Analogue." Touches a series of heavy bolts and electromagnetic seals. "And an interface with the building's security system with a constant feedback loop." Traces a hardline to the floor beyond. "If an alarm is triggered, it seals permanently and requires a special team from R&R with unique tools to open again."

<Shingami> whats that? i meen besides blue prints

* HappyLittleMoron blinks and nods, manafesting one to herself...

<``Mitch> "If an attempt is made to breach the vault's security, it seals. If any of the three brains are outvoted by the other two, it seals. If the power goes out, and the internal backup fails to kick in, it seals." He glances up, then back down again, not meeting her eyes. "It's leading somewhere."

* Klork pulls a coat on, then goes over to her, jingling his keys

<Klork> I'm taking you out.

* HappyLittleMoron blinks, pulling it on and chuckling softly* Ok, hon...

<Shingami> so

* Klork smiles faintly

<``Mitch> "The room containing the entrance to this vault is heavily fortified with ICE. Mobile infrared beams scan at ankle-level constantly, searching for a deviation in the pattern locked in when the owner leaves the room." He gestures to a set of crude sketches on a margin. "The room is the office of a penthouse suite in the Mariott downtown."

<Klork> I'd say we should go on vacation but I have an idea that trouble would follow..

<``Mitch> "The curve of the building, and these baffles here - and here - prevent wind shear from reaching the windows, which is why these heavy interlocked plexiglass plates can be and have been wired for vibrations within one micrometer. Break-in is impossible. The room itself is guarded at all times by on-site security officers, probably well-armed, and requires a palmprint to access."

<``Mitch> "The vault requires three sets of six-character passcodes." He follows the hardline to a mockup of a desk. "They are entered at the desk, here, on a concealed keypad. You have only one margin of error. If you miss a code twice, the vault seals. If you miss it once, and do not enter the correct code within fifteen seconds, it seals."

* HappyLittleMoron nods with a soft sigh, reaching over to take his hand...turning it to kiss his palm* I'm inclined to agree...

<Shingami> and this has to do what with me?

* Klork wraps an arm around her, smiling a bit and heading out to the truck w/ her

<``Mitch> He sighs, rubbing his forehead. "I'm getting there. The vault belongs to a man named Tyler Freeman. Until quite recently, he was a businessman, entrepreneur, and one of perhaps five men working under a kingpin of organized crime, a man who controlled and coordinated nearly all of Manhattan's underworld. That man was Vincent Previtera. Years ago, I played a very small role in his rise from the gutters to power."

* HappyLittleMoron goes with Klork..

<``Mitch> "And while he was no guardian or fairy godfather, I was never hassled in a big way by the criminal element after that. We know theft, yes, and we know debt..." He sighs again. "It was a small thing, really. A simple rack-and-pinion job. A safe." He looks up. "My name is Morgan Westfield. I'm a safecracker."

* Shingami folds her arms over her chest

* Klork opens the door for her, hopping in himself aterwards

<``Mitch> He slaps the blueprints as he sits down.

* HappyLittleMoron gets in, strapping herself in and stuffs

<``Mitch> "Several days ago, Freeman orchestrated a... an operation at the Telecom duplex that borders this building. Our team was to obtain the contents of a vault on the forty-eighth floor, a sort of industrial espionage; this was a diversion to plant incriminating evidence in another area of the building. I don't know what, it doesn't really matter, because the entire thing was a setup. He... Freeman's men killed us all."

* Klork revs the engine, backing up and heading down the street

<``Mitch> "I was shot. Blown out a window. Landed in a pool." He swallows, and glances down at one hand, white-knuckled - he forces it open, and rubs the knuckles with two others. "Freeman's made his move."

<Shingami> your a thief... a very high paied very technical thief with oen hell of an art...

<``Mitch> "My body was never recovered. He doesn't have the resources for an exhaustive manhunt, but when I stopped by my apartment, it was what he needed to know I was still alive. And the underground's going to be watching for me. A lot of people owe Vince for something, just like I have... but debts die with the grave, and the fact that my apartment was watched means he's dead, and most of them are going to try to bring me in dead or alive."

<Shingami> is this why your in trouble

<``Mitch> Muttered, "...the latter only if convenient."

<``Mitch> He shakes his head. "Inexperienced, inexpensive. But I've only walked away twice, and both times the client stood up for me afterwards - no loss of street cred. I do contracts, big ones and little ones; the client gets me in, and then I get them in. Flat fee plus one percent of the appraised value of the safe's contents."

<``Mitch> "But, Shingami... don't you see... Morgan Westfield is a danger. He could put you all in jeopardy." He looks up pleadingly. "I can't be him, for your sake. For any of your sakes. I HAD to lie. I HAD to."

<Shingami> i understand

<Shingami> but here is the million dollar question... how do we get Morgan out of trouble

<``Mitch> He laughs humorlessly. "WE don't do anything. Nothing at all."

<Shingami> Oh no.. WE have to do something.. were in this too deep now MORGAN... and like i said lastnight i will protect you no matter what.. for all time as long as both of us are alive

<Shingami> though maybe not the exact same words... you get the point

<``Mitch> "Jesus, Shin!" He throws up his hands. "Why are you being so nice? Why are you all being so goddamn nice? You weren't supposed to be nice. You were supposed to be these powerful forces of nature able to repel anything, any ghosts from my past. Fuck, man... you were supposed to be GODS."

<``Mitch> The glasses drop, replaced by a hand, rubbing his eyes. "And then you accepted the bullshit. You accepted ME. That wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed... supposed to be my friends."

<Shingami> Because I wont loose another man i care about enough to love

<``Mitch> He blinks, and closes his eyes slowly. "Six hundred years, and you still... you don't know me."

<``Mitch> "We haven't known eachother for, for even a week."

<Shingami> In six hundred years I've only been loved by three men ever...everyoen is too afraid of what i am to care at all even a bit... hell i went 4 lives without any physical touch beyond pain...

<Shingami> you trusted me... you invited me to help you... hell you had dinner with me...

<Shingami> no man in 200 years has ever had the balls to do that...

<``Mitch> For the first time since he entered the room, he looks up and meets her eyes, a little taken aback. "Why not? I mean, the wings are cute."

<Shingami> Because of what i am... They Named me DEATH for god's sakes... i am death i am almsot a god yet i am so feared adn reveared no one treets me as the person i am... lots of people here have but your the first to get sucked into this place and not accept everythign for what it is because its really weird...

<Shingami> you just accepted it as thigns came .. you saw me for a person before anything else...

<Shingami> your smart, inventive, nieve in some things but we all are... you think my wings are cute your addicted to caffeene like i am.. and you can stand pinapple on pizza but not eat it

<Shingami> your just one of those nice guys every girl shuld fall for...

<``Mitch> "Shin, you're... you're tired, you're half-asleep, you've been throwing yourself at things too much." He looks away, normally-dextrous hands fumbling with the blueprints as he folds them up. "I think you need to get some rest..."

<Shingami> Morgan ive never been mor serious then i am now

<``Mitch> His lip twitches. "You'll change your mind before long. I'm sorry I've lied to you..."

* Shingami gets up walks over to mitch, placing he rhands on his face and givign him a kiss

<Shingami> I dont bring just any one back from the dead...and i never change my mind when my heart is involved...

* ``Mitch just stares, totally speechless, taken completely by surprise

* Shingami smiles, a tiard bemused cute one

<Shingami> but you are right i am kinda tiard... a nap does sound good.. after i call in sick for a week

<``Mitch> "Y... y..." He takes a deep breath. "I'm going to hate myself for this tomorrow, or maybe tonight, probably, almost definitely, but damn it, Shingami, get out of here!" He stands, stepping and turning away, leaning against one wall.

* Shingami frowns...

<Shingami> as you wish

* Shingami leaves mitch's room quietly, goign to her own

* ``Mitch leans his head against the wall, eyes closed, unable to erase the memory of her lips touching his... quietly, "DAMN it. Damn it."

* Shingami shuts her door then leans agsint it

<Shingami> shinigami no baka...El isnt the only Moron in here...

<``Mitch> "DAMN it!" He pivots and kicks the door closed. Darkness suffuses the room. A long moment later, he crunches onto the bed, rubbing the shin where it hit the door. "Oh, that feels horrible."

* Shingami cleans... cleans like shes never cleaned and organized before..

* Diana comes down the stairs*

* Shingami is cleaning

* Diana heads for the kitchen then*

* Diana eyes the coffee pot...*

* `Coffeepot sits there sullenly, half-full... or perhaps half-empty

* Diana feels to see if it's still warm..*

<`Coffeepot> "Oh, that's right, feel me up just 'cause I'm an inanimate object and can't do a damn thing about it..."

<`Coffeepot> "Call this job satisfaction? 'Cos I don't."

* Kameko BLINKS, seeing coffeepot and tackling it

<Kameko> COFFEE!!!!

* Diana AAAAAAAAAAACKS*

* Diana jumps back*

* `Coffeepot shatters on the tiles, splattering its blood... well... french roast all over the floor

<Diana> Hai...uhm...no caffien for pregnant women, Kame...I...suppose...*mutters*

<`Coffeepot> "Et... tu... Kameko..."

* `Coffeepot 's shards shiver, and the coffeepot is no more.

* Diana just...blinks and goes about cleaning up the mess...* This place gets stranger and stranger every day...

* Kameko licks up the coffee, looking all happy and deranged

* Diana blinks* Ehh....

<Kameko> Coffffeeee.....!!!

* Kameko gigglysquirms

<Diana> UHM...iie...c'mon...get up...? *reaches down to help pull her up*

* Diana goes abbout fixing...uhm...I dunno...pasta something or another*

Session Close: Tue Feb 26 01:16:36 2002

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