You have just entered room "beartranquilizersudafed."
Lithaladhwen: A friend's away message killed my AIM somehow.
Deus Fio: ASHLEY: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qu8fEZbmj-M
Lithaladhwen: I got the link.
Lithaladhwen: Sleepy Hollow's on, so no watchee yet.
Deus Fio: Okay so RP? :D? :D??
Lithaladhwen: Yes.
Lithaladhwen: Intro it up.
Deus Fio: Metro City, right?
Lithaladhwen: Yes.
Deus Fio: <RP>
Deus Fio: *It's a beautiful day in Metro City, which is cool because it's METRO DAY!*
Deus Fio: *It's a holiday that celebrates the founding of Metro City.*
Deus Fio: *Supers turn out for it; sometime's they're called upon to present (or receive!) awards for service to the city, sometimes they'll even make speeches.*
Deus Fio: *It's late afternoon now and people are starting to head to get dinner and whatever else. Boreas is lounging in a tree in Midtown Park, from which he can just see the waters of the bay.*
Deus Fio: *He's lounging there because he's tired and he's tired mostly because of today wearing him out.*
Deus Fio: *Is something else on his mind, though? Maybe.*
Deus Fio: (Okay, GO!)
Deus Fio: (?)
Lithaladhwen: (This is where characters come in.)
Lithaladhwen: (If I come in first there'll be this whole conversation thing maybe, which'll make it hard for other people to cut in.)
Lithaladhwen: (So basically... you guys get in first.)
Deus Fio: (...)
GC130A: *Bill Nye is around, raking leaves and spearing litter. Dual-wielding goodness but it looks like his heart isn't in it.*
GC130A: *It may be the incessant grumbling to himself or the pocketing of things that look interesting, of which there are very few.*
GC130A: *Except that one time there was a twenty lying around. Man, that rocked.*
Deus Fio: Who signed you up for this job?
GC130A: Court order.
Deus Fio: *laughs* What'd you do?
GC130A: Something about trying to turn the mayor's daughter into a twenty-story tall gastropod.
Deus Fio: ...
GC130A: In fairness, she did say she wanted to be taller.
Deus Fio: That's the best story ever.
Deus Fio: Ever.
GC130A: Nah, it would've been better if they hadn't stopped me. I mean, come on. What eight-year-old girl hasn't wanted to rampage through town?
Deus Fio: At least you only got community service.
Deus Fio: Which means they don't even consider it a real crime, never mind a supercrime.
GC130A: Good thing, too. I was always a little fuzzy on the distinction.
Deus Fio: Everyone is.
Deus Fio: It's the judge's discretion.
GC130A: *considers!* They have to have a rule of thumb somewhere. What about burning and looting a quarter of the city?
Deus Fio: Supercrime.
Deus Fio: Usually a supercrime is one that has to be stopped by superhero.
GC130A: Okay, cybernetically-enhanced superhuman sells beer to minors?
Deus Fio: If he can be successfully arrested by normal police, it's not a supercrime.
Deus Fio: If he resists arrest and they need to call us in, it's a supercrime.
Deus Fio: That one might be a little fuzzy.
GC130A: *nod* Makes sense.
GC130A: I'm, uh, just curious. *nod nod*
Deus Fio: I mean, that's just resisting arrest. If there was property damage in the fight, then it's mroe likely.
Deus Fio: *more
GC130A: Hey, you wouldn't happen to have a robot army on you, would you?
GC130A: Make this whole thing go a lot faster.
Deus Fio: Stand back.
Deus Fio: Grab the tree, actually.
GC130A: *complies!*
Deus Fio: *Hops down from his branch, using his powers to break his fall.*
Deus Fio: *He concentrates, hard, and starts to control his breathing very carefully.*
Deus Fio: *A sudden exhalation and a hand motion causes an updraft in the area, pulling most of the loose objects (and a pretty decent amount of grass) to one relatively small area*
Deus Fio: *It would have been more than powerful enough to knock Rom off his feet had he not been braced.*
Deus Fio: Easier now, boss?
Deus Fio: Hey, I don't think I got your name the other day, by the way.
GC130A: Nice! *sets to collecting*
GC130A: Oh, right! Romulus Hackley. But Rom or Bill will do.
GC130A: Come to think I'm not sure we made any introductions.
Deus Fio: *laughs* Well, I think you probably know I'm Boreas.
GC130A: It might've come up once or twice. *finishes packing away the assorted litter and leaves and freeing the stray cats* Think I owe you a drink.
Deus Fio: I consider all of us even. Nothing like a good lair fight to smooth out that kinda gap.
GC130A: Damn straight.
GC130A: What was up with that girl, by the way?
Deus Fio: *shrugs, before turning to climb nimbly into the tree again*
Deus Fio: Apparently, from what I can tell, her entire body's poisonous.
Deus Fio: Deadly poisonous.
GC130A: Hm, just like that one story.
Deus Fio: I can't imagine living like that. I take all this off - *gestures to his outfit* - and no one can pick me out for anything but a normal guy. Okay, a normal guy who's very small.
Deus Fio: *Boreas fails to mention what happens with his long white hair - that probably stands out.*
Deus Fio: What story?
GC130A: I'm trying to remember...
GC130A: She wouldn't happen to be a really good person at heart, would she?
Deus Fio: Honestly, I can't get a bead on her one way or another.
Lithaladhwen: (*somewhere Nicki sneezes*)
Deus Fio: She tried to throw me off a while ago by suggesting that she has no heroic impulses - at the time I didn't know what was special about her.
Deus Fio: Now that I do, though...if I had any villainy in me and a power like that? I'd use it.
Deus Fio: She doesn't. So yeah, I think she's a good person at heart.
Deus Fio: Or at least an innocent noncombatant, which isn't the same thing but is similar.
GC130A: *pondering...!*
GC130A: That sounds about right.
Deus Fio: I dunno.
Deus Fio: So tell me about yourself, Rom.
GC130A: It was somebody's daughter...
Deus Fio: Huh?
GC130A: One second. *cellphone get!*
Deus Fio: *sits upright on his branch, interested*
Deus Fio: (I AM OFFICIALLY OUT OF COOKIES)
Deus Fio: (NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!)
GC130A: (Gimme 20cc of chocolate chip dough, stat!)
GC130A: *after some searching!* Rappaccini!
GC130A: There was this evil doctor who had a daughter made of pure poison, but was a perfect innocent.
GC130A: Then the main character kills her because he thinks she's evil.
GC130A: Here, take a look. *hands it over*
Deus Fio: *twists upside down and hangs from his legs to grab the phone*
GC130A: *It's long. Very long. Especially on a cell.*
Lithaladhwen: (*click* Hey, cool! I need to read that later.)
GC130A: (Glad to be of service!)
Deus Fio: ADD...kicking in...plot summary...was sufficient...
Deus Fio: The pauses were for effect, not because I'm hanging upside down.
GC130A: *laughs* Figured it might be something like that.
Deus Fio: I'm way too super a superhero to be bothered by something like that.
GC130A: Fair enough. Just try and keep her away from antitoxins, eh?
Deus Fio: I have...no idea, actually.
Deus Fio: I would assume so.
Deus Fio: Let's do so just in case.
Deus Fio: *gets back sitting up again without using his hands - crap he's agile*
GC130A: *nods and notes tha*
GC130A: Anyway! What were we talking about?
Deus Fio: I dunno, you're the smart one.
Deus Fio: Oh, want your phone back?
GC130A: No, I want to forget about it for a few hours then jump through about twenty-seven minutes of convoluted hoops to get it back in time for the ending credits.
Deus Fio: O_O
GC130A: Maybe fifty-seven if it's a special.
Deus Fio: Car chase???
GC130A: Sure!
Deus Fio: O_O
Lithaladhwen: (...)
Lithaladhwen: (You two are doing something exceedingly odd, I sense it.)
Deus Fio: (Okay, there's the Boreas everyone knows.)
GC130A: (:D)
Deus Fio: I mean, just as long as finally getting your phone back doesn't expose my secret identity*.
Deus Fio: (*Cameron James Meller.)
GC130A: (Oh, is he masked?)
Deus Fio: (Nope, wearing a wig.)
GC130A: (Ah!)
GC130A: I'm not sure. Sooner or later it'll have to be left in a coat so there can be a rush to the dry cleaners.
GC130A: Do they take superheroic credit?
Deus Fio: Actually, I'm a TFS.
Deus Fio: Trust-Fund Super. More money than I know what to do with.
Deus Fio: So I can just pay the normal way.
Lithaladhwen: (*cracks up* Nice.)
Deus Fio: (You'd have to spend a lot of time with either Boreas or Cam Meller to recognize that they're one and the same.)
GC130A: Oh, much better.
GC130A: I always wondered how people could endorse a check with 'Polymer Man'
Deus Fio: *snickers*
Lithaladhwen: (Triangle man beats Polymer man.)
Deus Fio: *grabs something out of one of his belt pouches and shows it to Rom.*
GC130A: *looks!*
Deus Fio: *Is that...? Yep. A Visa card with "Boreas the Wind-Wielder" as the cardbearer's name.*
GC130A: Well, I guess that makes identity theft a bit harder...
Deus Fio: Yeah.
Deus Fio: *puts it away, studiously making sure during the entire process not to expose the entire number to Rom's vision.*
Deus Fio: (It's Particle Man, Ashley; you do know that, right?)
Deus Fio: (That came late because I honestly couldn't remember.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yes, I know that. But the reference needed to be made, and you weren't doing it.)
GC130A: (Duly noted!)
GC130A: *Slightest mental 'aw.'*
Lithaladhwen: *They hear footsteps some distance behind them! Oh my!*
GC130A: *Oh noes! Footfalls!*
Lithaladhwen: *Behind them is a girl with long hair braided down her back. It's black until it hits ear-length, at which point it turns red. She's leaning on one of those little splay-footed canes they give you in hospitals. ZOMG NICKI.*
Lithaladhwen: Someone told me they saw a white-haired upside down man. I thought you might be here.
Deus Fio: (He's actually not upside down anymore. He got up with his EXTREEEME agility.)
Deus Fio: Wondering when you were gonna turn up. How're you feeling?
Lithaladhwen: Better.
Lithaladhwen: (But he was for a while.)
Lithaladhwen: I had to leave. Too many people with masks and gloves.
Deus Fio: At the hospital? Yeah, they do that.
Lithaladhwen: They do it to me. And I don't need them to. *smirk* I was just using them for the plasma transfusions.
Deus Fio: Does that mean your insides are properly bloody again?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. But you'll have to take my word for it. I'm not interested in sharing any more than I already have.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway.
Lithaladhwen: Um. Since it's... today and... well, the timing was weird but I...
Lithaladhwen: ....thought I'd come to thank you. For the thing a couple days ago.
Lithaladhwen: And... I apologize that we got off on the wrong foot. *swallows* Was my fault.
Lithaladhwen: Sorry I was rude.
Deus Fio: Hah! It's all gravy.
Deus Fio: I'm not going to say "I told you so" because that would be mean.
Lithaladhwen: *awkward semi-nervous little nod* 'kay. Thanks.
Lithaladhwen: I just... didn't want people to know.
Lithaladhwen: Because of this.
Lithaladhwen: Now people... do. I'm not sure what that's going to mean.
Deus Fio: How many people know?
Deus Fio: You. Me. Rom, here. Insectoid Lad. Yojimbo. The Chief. A decent percentage of the hospital staff.
Lithaladhwen: You guys. I guess maybe the police. Dr. Mertoi knew because she... helped me figure out what to take. I guess too many people knew already.
Deus Fio: And you know what? All of those people are going to keep it a secret.
GC130A: *raises a hand* I'm good.
Lithaladhwen: ....I guess.
Lithaladhwen: S'a good thing.
GC130A: *has been busy with more trash blowing around*
Lithaladhwen: *Looks like her normal monosyllabic shyness is seeping back....*
Deus Fio: *nods* So I assume you're still not ready to use your powers.
Deus Fio: You'd look hot in tights. *grin*
Lithaladhwen: *her mouth opens and she makes a vowel noise or two* I... uh.
Lithaladhwen: No.
GC130A: I had wondered why you were so concerned, Boreas. *smirk*
Lithaladhwen: *clears her throat, mildly flustered*
Lithaladhwen: I.... um.
Deus Fio: I'm kidding.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Yeah, I know.
Lithaladhwen: Just not used to it, I guess.
Deus Fio: On both points, by the way. I can understand why you wouldn't want to fight crime with your particular gift.
Lithaladhwen: S'not a gift.
Lithaladhwen: Kills people.
Lithaladhwen: I haven't thought of anything good to do with that.
GC130A: *thinks a moment and starts furiously punching numbers into his cell*
GC130A: *Furious as in speed, not anger.*
Lithaladhwen: ....What is he doing?
Deus Fio: Does it always kill? I mean, I don't want to pry, but I'm sort of curious about it.
Deus Fio: I dunno, he's weird.
GC130A: Looking up something, one second.
Lithaladhwen: ....o...kay.
Lithaladhwen: And no, not always.
Lithaladhwen: Just quickly.
Lithaladhwen: You should know. They shot you with it.
GC130A: Oh, they were using it undistilled?
Lithaladhwen: Not precisely. *her tone turns detached and scientific* They'd had to work faster than they originally calculated, but that meant that I couldn't produce enough blood to accomplish everything.
Lithaladhwen: It would have killed me eventually, but they needed to keep me alive as long as possible.
Lithaladhwen: Which means that they gave me a lot of blood transfusions just to get more material out of me, even diluted.
GC130A: *thinking* So what Boreas got hit with was actually diluted? Interesting.
Lithaladhwen: Right.
GC130A: How much?
Lithaladhwen: I don't know. They didn't let me read the charts. *smirks*
GC130A: *nod* It's unusual to find something with effects that... pronounced on supers, which I assume is why they went to the trouble...
Lithaladhwen: Hm. *nod* Yeah.
Lithaladhwen: Rick's okay because.... well, I dunno. He's Rick.
Lithaladhwen: But I'd been off my meds for a while, so I couldn't let any of the rest of you touch me.
Lithaladhwen: Would have been... potentially bad. Can't say for sure.
Deus Fio: Yeah, with my metabolism, most drugs and stuff don't work well.
GC130A: *nod* I understand.
Deus Fio: You should see me take Advil when I've got a headache.
Lithaladhwen: Oh?
Deus Fio: I wonder if there's a technological solution. Like a suit that would let you control the doses you deal...automatically dilute it to cause discomfort or stun or whatever else.
Deus Fio: Huh? Yeah, I gotta take like eight at a time.
GC130A: Oh, almost certainly. If they can manage what's his face, Protron...
Deus Fio: It's all related to this, though.
Lithaladhwen: I se.
Lithaladhwen: *see
GC130A: Might not even have to be that complicated. The guy who had you was all wrapped up. You could be the one person with an actual reason for the tights. *grin*
Lithaladhwen: *eyeroll* I'm not doing the--- the tights thing.
Deus Fio: *jumps halfway off the branch, catching it between his feet and swinging himself in a circle, leaping off in a backflip and catching yet another branch that he does a perfect handstand on*
GC130A: Sorry, just rambling. Pay it no mind.
Lithaladhwen: "Please stare at my plastic-wrapped backside. It's for your safety, sir."
Lithaladhwen: *watching Boreas* ...what are you doing?
Deus Fio: Demonstrating my advanced equilibrium.
GC130A: Haven't you heard? Circus is coming into town next week.
GC130A: *nods at Boreas* Have to be ready and all that.
Deus Fio: Hence my insano metabolism.
Lithaladhwen: Explains why you recovered so quickly.
Deus Fio: Yup.
Deus Fio: Demigod.
Deus Fio: Demi-semi-hemi-sorta-god, anyway.
Lithaladhwen: >_>
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, okay.
Deus Fio: Direct descendant of a Greek god.
Deus Fio: It's true.
GC130A: Really.
GC130A: Which one?
Lithaladhwen: Maybe Boreas?
GC130A: Now that's just crazy talk.
Deus Fio: *giggles insanely*
Lithaladhwen: What number Boreas does that make you? Were there any others in the middle?
Deus Fio: Maaaaaybe.
Deus Fio: Uh...funny story about that.
Deus Fio: Except for me and, uh...my father <_< *looks saddened for a moment* none of my ancestors after the Big Guy seemed to have been able to do anything special.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Well. Maybe it skips a few generations.
Deus Fio: I suppose Boreas' child would have been a full-fledged demigod and all that entailed, but except for me and Dad - and mind you that dad just had the wind-control and none of the other stuff - (cont)
Lithaladhwen: Demigodhood may be a recessive trait.
Lithaladhwen: (Oh God.)
Deus Fio: no one else in the line seems to have manifested.
Deus Fio: (Oh God what?)
Lithaladhwen: (The length of the rant was too great for AIM.)
GC130A: IM: And somewhere, a genetics PhD shoots himself.
Deus Fio: (The real story: Boreas's father's father is a direct descendant of the god Boreas. Boreas's father's mother had an incomplete mutant X-gene.)
Lithaladhwen: (So.... Nick's close.)
Deus Fio: (It needed the completely unrelated mutancy to manifest, but yeah.)
Lithaladhwen: (Her biology-fu is ....well, at least as good as mine, which is only sorta helpful when dealing with superheroes.)
Deus Fio: (He's not wrong that he's a demigod, but it's responsible for the direction of the mutation only; the strength of the mutation is all X-Men style.)
Deus Fio: Anyway. That's neither here nor there.
Deus Fio: How was everybody's Metro Day?
GC130A: The Metro Pride parade was fabulous, for one.
Lithaladhwen: Was good. Been walking since last night.
GC130A: Not quite my style with the free manicures and all, but looked good.
GC130A: *doubletake* Since when?
Lithaladhwen: My walking wasn't so good for about a day after I got out.
GC130A: Oh, right.
Lithaladhwen: But they let me go as long as I took the cane. *pointed glance down*
GC130A: Wear a wig and some four o'clock shadow and you could be qualified to dispense medical advise and merciless snark with no concequences. *nod*
Lithaladhwen: (XD)
Lithaladhwen: (Fuck you she isn't House.)
GC130A: (:D)
Lithaladhwen: (She's not even in med school. She can't go. Biohazard.)
GC130A: (It would make for very short episodes.)
Deus Fio: ("Doctor, do something!")
Deus Fio: (Nicki: *touch*)
Deus Fio: (Patient: *dies*)
Lithaladhwen: I don't... think that... will be necessary.
Lithaladhwen: I thought about med school. Studied nearly enough physiology for... obvious reasons.
Lithaladhwen: But it wouldn't work. Not until I get things under control.
GC130A: *nod* But you want to?
Deus Fio: How are you controlling it? Or trying to.
Lithaladhwen: *pulls a little orange bottle from her pocket*
Lithaladhwen: I'm on double doses for two weeks. After that back to normal.
Lithaladhwen: Keeps me from poisoning myself, and helps keep me from poisoning anyone else.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Well, we thought I'd poison myself.
GC130A: Yourself...?
Lithaladhwen: I'm really poisonous.
GC130A: And brightly colored to match! But... yourself?
Lithaladhwen: Even my system doesn't have infinite immunity to its own toxins.
Lithaladhwen: After all, you're not immune to your own endogenous opioids.
Deus Fio: Stuff like adrenaline?
Lithaladhwen: ....all that stuff.
GC130A: Interesting...
Lithaladhwen: You make it, sure. But it affects you.
Deus Fio: See? Smarter than I look.
Lithaladhwen: Having too much is still bad.
Deus Fio: *grins* I heart adrenaline.
Deus Fio: You may have noticed.
Lithaladhwen: ...yeah. You two seem very happy together.
Lithaladhwen: *Oh shit a joke! And at his expense! :O *
GC130A: Going steady, even.
GC130A: *stop the presses!*
Deus Fio: 9)9
Deus Fio: *9_9
Deus Fio: Okay, okay, I'm a total adrenaline junkie.
Deus Fio: You'd be too if you were me.
Lithaladhwen: *Her watch beeps*
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well.
Lithaladhwen: *tosses back two pills from the bottle*
Lithaladhwen: You seem okay to me.
Deus Fio: *Oh, by the way, he's no longer doing a handstand, but he is still in the tree.*
GC130A: *cellphone chimes, quick read* Hey, I've got to see a man about a cyber-monkey armada. See you two around?
Lithaladhwen: ..........sure
Lithaladhwen: You... go take care of that.
GC130A: It's serious business.
Deus Fio: O_O
Deus Fio: IM: THE INTERNET: SERIOUS BUSINESS!
Deus Fio: *snaps out of it*
GC130A: Last time he had left the stray cat adoption subroutines in and the shelter was packed for months...
Deus Fio: Okay, have fun.
Lithaladhwen: ......Whoa. Yeah.
Lithaladhwen: I don't want to know.
Deus Fio: O_o
Deus Fio: Cat...adoption...subroutines........
Deus Fio: That's it, that's the name of the band the three of us are forming.
Deus Fio: And Rick can come, too.
Deus Fio: Cat Adoption Subroutine.
Lithaladhwen: I...what? No!
GC130A: That sounds like a lead vocalist right there.
Deus Fio: I've always wanted to be in a superhero band.
GC130A: Or maybe Rick can handle that...
Deus Fio: Come on, Nicki. You want to be the lead singer in Cat Adoption Subroutine.
Lithaladhwen: No. No.
Lithaladhwen: You're crazy.
Deus Fio: Come on, let's hear some.
Deus Fio: Sing for me, my angel of music!
Lithaladhwen: ...............
GC130A: ...
Lithaladhwen: You did not just do that.
Deus Fio: No, wait, he was the angel of music, right?
GC130A: No, it was her.
Lithaladhwen: They were both, technically.
Lithaladhwen: They were each other's.
Deus Fio: Okay.
Lithaladhwen: That's not the point!
Lithaladhwen: I'm not your-- your angel of music.
Deus Fio: 9_9 Obviously.
Lithaladhwen: Don't you have a hobby or something? Can't you-- I-- I'll get you a yoyo or a skateboard or something.
Deus Fio: Yeah, I have like twelve hobbies.
Deus Fio: What's your point?
Deus Fio: You're not getting out of letting us hear if you can sing.
Lithaladhwen: *blushes* I don't sing!
GC130A: *looks to Boreas* Percussionist, you think?
Lithaladhwen: And I'm not going to-- *closes her eyes for a moment and steadies herself on her cane*
Deus Fio: If Paris Hilton can sing, you can.
Lithaladhwen: *more quietly* I'm not joining your crazy superband.
Lithaladhwen: And she can't.
Deus Fio: That's the point.
Deus Fio: You don't need to be able to sing, you just need to look pretty.
Deus Fio: We can do what Ashlee Simpson does.
GC130A: That's going a bit far... >_>
Lithaladhwen: Well I-- wait.
Lithaladhwen: No.
Lithaladhwen: IM: He's implying he thinks I'm-- *inward whine*
Deus Fio: And I'll be Flea from Red Hot Chili Peppers.
Deus Fio: (No he's not, he's just shooting his mouth off for no reason. He hasn't found himself attracted to Nicki.)
Lithaladhwen: (I know this. Nicki's more anxious.)
Lithaladhwen: Wear more than a sock.
Lithaladhwen: Please. For me.
Deus Fio: I'll do anything for you, sweetness. *giggles insanely*
GC130A: IM: Oookay, getting a little creepy.
Deus Fio: I'm kidding.
Lithaladhwen: ......
Lithaladhwen: Promise?
Deus Fio: Promise what, to do anything for you or to be kidding?
Lithaladhwen: Be kidding.
Deus Fio: 9_9 Yes, I'm kidding. Of course I'm kidding.
GC130A: Thank God.
Deus Fio: Jeez. Touchy, touchy.
GC130A: So, you in?
Deus Fio: For what? o_o
GC130A: For a few gallons of Ritalin, but I was talking to Nicki.
Lithaladhwen: Wh-- no.
Lithaladhwen: Go... I don't know. Can't you find someone in the bar?
Lithaladhwen: Someone there's drunk enough.
Deus Fio: I've decided I want to hear Jason play guitar.
Lithaladhwen: Jason.
Lithaladhwen: Hm. *chews her thumbnail* He's going to yell at me.
GC130A: Hey, listen. You ever wanted to have a wild adventure, see the world with five bucks in your pocket and music in your head? To show the world that people that are lethal to the touch are people too?
GC130A: To tap into the thousands of hidden worlds inside your mind?
Lithaladhwen: ....You're not going to trick me into joining your band.
Deus Fio: ROM STOP DROPPING ACID.
Deus Fio: *ahem*
Deus Fio: I wasn't even really serious about starting a band, I hope you guys know that o_o
Deus Fio: I'm not that good at the bass. I don't practice enough.
GC130A: *waves a hand* Nah, you were supposed to say 'no,' and I was supposed to say, 'me either.'
GC130A: But acid works too.
GC130A: Anyway. Monkeys.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Attend to your monkeys.
Deus Fio: Monkeys.
Deus Fio: Badgers?
Deus Fio: My evil twin robot badger sister!
Deus Fio: I almost forgot about her!
Lithaladhwen: ...What?!
GC130A: Oh yeah, you needed your reunion.
Deus Fio: Before I got sidetracked with rescuing you I heard on the news that someone claimed to have cloned me.
GC130A: Good luck with that!
Lithaladhwen: Oh, no. Why?
Lithaladhwen: I mean, no offense. But wow.
Deus Fio: But we decided that it was actually my long-lost evil twin robot badger sister.
Lithaladhwen: Who decided this?
Deus Fio: I don't remember our exact logic but it made sense at the time.
Deus Fio: I honestly don't remember.
GC130A: Crowd at the bar. Mostly him.
Deus Fio: :D
Lithaladhwen: ...Oh.
Deus Fio: You're so surprised that this was mostly my brainchild, I can tell.
GC130A: *waves and starts off* Later! Thanks for the help, Boreas.
Deus Fio: Any time, Rom.
GC130A: Nice meeting you again, Nicki.
Deus Fio: No it wasn't, she hates you.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, shh. Nice... actually meeting you this time.
Deus Fio: Yes, this time you're not fainting due to loss of blood!
GC130A: o_o *to Nicki* Have you shot me yet?
GC130A: *to Boreas* Has she shot me yet?
Deus Fio: Shot you? o_o
Lithaladhwen: Why would I shoot you, and with what?
GC130A: If I'm not on the recieving end of bullets, we're good.
GC130A: And yeah. Nice to get to talk.
Deus Fio: I think I'd take normal bullets over Nicki-darts, though.
Lithaladhwen: Hey! I didn't shoot you.
Deus Fio: Considering the normal state of my psyche resembles that of someone taking psychotropics, hallucinating is quite an adventure for me.
Deus Fio: I know, I don't blame you.
GC130A: I know. Shall we endeavor to keep it that way?
blender_bunny@mac.com: Besides she has better aim then some anti-hero thugs.
Deus Fio: GAH! When did you get here???
Lithaladhwen: *starts*
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Suddenly Rick, he was like some kind of incredibly poor batman... except with vodka bottle in one hand*
Deus Fio: Goddammit I was about to be like "Well I'll see you guys later" but now you're here and I'm compelled to, like, stay and chat.
Deus Fio: Even though I'm really really really really really tired and I have a cross-town fly ahead of me and it's not as easy as it looks.
GC130A: You could always take the subway... hello again.
GC130A: *Color switch time!*
Deus Fio: Boreas. The Wind-Wielder. Does not. Take. The. Subway.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Hello there, uh... super something guy ?
GC130A: Bus?
GC130A: You can call me Bill.
Deus Fio: Why "Bill", anyway?
Deus Fio: .....oh, was it the Bill Nye comment?
GC130A: Yeah, it's as good a superhero name as any.
Deus Fio: No it isn't o_o
Lithaladhwen: .....
Deus Fio: What are your powers, Rom? Besides, I'm assuming, mad science.
blender_bunny@mac.com: They call me the Fabulous Insectoid Lad, it's a damn better name then media spin rooms will give you!
Lithaladhwen: I'm never calling you that.
blender_bunny@mac.com: FABULOUS! DO I LOOK FABULOUS!?
GC130A: You'd look dapper in pink, I think.
Deus Fio: Rick, you're more fabulous than any twelve people I know.
Deus Fio: This is why I kept announcing my name and title every time I appeared until it was properly drilled into the media's head.
GC130A: *another cellphone chime!*
Lithaladhwen: See? This is another reason no one knows about me.
Lithaladhwen: What would they call me?
Lithaladhwen: All the good animal references are taken.
Deus Fio: "I, Boreas, the Wind-Wielder, will save you!"
GC130A: Dartfrog Lass, most likely.
Lithaladhwen: *smirk*
Deus Fio: Or "My name is Boreas, the Wind-Wielder, and I'm going to make you pay."
Deus Fio: Corny, yeah, but it got the job done.
GC130A: Alright, now I really have to go. Ciao!
Deus Fio: You can be "Nicki, the Chick who Hangs Out with Boreas, the Wind-Wielder."
Lithaladhwen: I'm not your sidekick.
Deus Fio: *offhandedly, almost automatically:* Try not to suck any dicks on the way to the parking lot.
Lithaladhwen: I may be able to do labwork, but that doesn't make me a sidekick.
GC130A: I won't do anything you wouldn't.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Good answer.
Deus Fio: 9_9 Please tell me you've seen Clerks.
GC130A: Nope. Let's have a marathon sometime.
Deus Fio: :D
GC130A: *and exeunt!*
Lithaladhwen: (NO)
GC130A: (My roommate needs sleep. :-( )
Lithaladhwen: (Exeunt is plural.)
Lithaladhwen: (;_;)
Lithaladhwen: (Ew.)
GC130A: *Oh. He and the chibi monkeys in his pocket are leaving.*
Deus Fio: (You're actually simply looking for the word "exit", which is the proper singular Latin form.)
Deus Fio: (But boring because it's also an English word.)
GC130A: (Well, now I know!)
Lithaladhwen: (And knowing is half the--*is shot*)
GC130A: (*manning the HMG*)
GC130A: (Night all!)
Deus Fio: (Night, boss.)
Lithaladhwen: (G'night.)
GC130A: (Save me a log?)
Lithaladhwen: (Always.)
GC130A: (Sweet. Thanks!)
GC130A has left the room.
Deus Fio: Anyway. So I've consumed all available energy in my frail corporeal form.
Deus Fio: I must alight to Olympus to be renewed.
Lithaladhwen: .....Enjoy that ambrosia.
Deus Fio: Yeah, no, I'm really just going back to my bachelor pad to get ten hours.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Pinch some fine divine booty for me.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Oh never mind, none of that there
Lithaladhwen: Ouch.
Deus Fio: Yeah, it's a problem.
Deus Fio: All right. Rock and roll. See you guys when I see you. Nicki, get some damn rest.
Lithaladhwen: I'm fine.
Lithaladhwen: I'll see you later.
Deus Fio: Hence the cane, obviously.
Deus Fio: Later.
Lithaladhwen: e_e
Deus Fio: I'd think you were due a hug for what you've been through, but it's probably not safe.
Deus Fio: I'm not in my tough suit today.
Lithaladhwen: *holds her hand up* It's okay.
Lithaladhwen: You're hugging me in spirit.
Deus Fio: And in my dreams ;D
Lithaladhwen: ....Yeah.
Deus Fio: Kidding again!
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, I know.
Lithaladhwen: Go home. I'm fine.
Lithaladhwen: *shooing motion with her non-cane hand*
Deus Fio: Okay. *he jumps out of the tree and hits an updraft, shooting up over the city*
Deus Fio: </Boreas>
Deus Fio: (I wonder what would happen if someone had sex with Nicki.)
Lithaladhwen: (Depends on who it was.)
Lithaladhwen: (Rick could probably survive it.)
Lithaladhwen: (Boreas would die. But he'd trip really crazily first.)
Deus Fio: (I can't imagine how dangerous it would be in her vagina.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: ((All her bodily fluids are poisonous))
Lithaladhwen: (Even her sweat.)
Lithaladhwen: (Very bad.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: ((So unless there is some really uncomfortable dry humping, it'd be pretty deadly))
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah. Suffice it to say. Virgin.)
Lithaladhwen: (Because she isn't a necrophiliac, and that'd be her only option.)
Deus Fio: (Or, like, triple-thick super condoms.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: ((Five seconds of heaven?))
Lithaladhwen: (Also you can't kiss her or contact any part of her that's secreting anything. Those are the fun parts.)
Deus Fio: ('Kay, bedtime for Spleen.)
Deus Fio: (Complete with the title of this chatroom!)
Lithaladhwen: (G'night.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: ((Nigh!))
Lithaladhwen: So. Rick. I wanted to apologize about the thing a couple days ago.
Lithaladhwen: I... obviously didn't assume she was crazy.
Deus Fio has left the room.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Honestly we don't think about medical officials being insane until you end up with another Mengele
Lithaladhwen: *shrug* She was my advisor.
Lithaladhwen: She caught me working in the lab on some things, and I ended up having to tell her.
Lithaladhwen: So she helped me with some research stuff regarding it.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Uhuh. *He took a ship from his bottle* And that's when she decided to commit city wide genocide?
Lithaladhwen: Well, it's how she knew how to do it.
blender_bunny@mac.com: She did realize killing a city tends to be seen as a tragedy not as an act of martyrdom right?
Lithaladhwen: I guess she assumed she knew better.
Lithaladhwen: Protecting humanity after all.
PapatymisonN has entered the room.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Right, right, we want to destroy every american life stands for.
blender_bunny@mac.com: So what was she saying about you not needing it?
PapatymisonN: *a familiar barman is walking by...*
Lithaladhwen: The theory we were working on was that me nearly dying without my meds was a sign I would actually die without them.
Lithaladhwen: This... may not be true.
PapatymisonN: *skrrch!* Nicki!
Lithaladhwen: (Breaking news. Christopher Lee was a spy in WWII.)
Lithaladhwen: (Carry on.)
Lithaladhwen: *starts for the second time in the past several minutes*
PapatymisonN: (... HELL YEAH!)
blender_bunny@mac.com: That sounds... good?
PapatymisonN: Nicki! It's me, Jason! The bartender?
Lithaladhwen: *shifts her cane so she can turn and see Jason* Oh. Yeah, hi.
Lithaladhwen: How you been?
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Rick nods at the barman*
PapatymisonN: ... forget me, how have YOU been? I saw what happened on the news...
Lithaladhwen: I-- Seriously. I'm okay.
blender_bunny@mac.com: I was there too.
PapatymisonN: ... I'm glad.
Lithaladhwen: *looks mildly frustrated*
PapatymisonN: IM: I really wish she'd listen to me...
PapatymisonN: What's wrong? *in Helpful Bartender mode*
Lithaladhwen: I'm fine. I'm not as fragile as all that.
Lithaladhwen: Things just... got out of control.
PapatymisonN: Like they always can, right?
blender_bunny@mac.com: I think she wants to talk about something else.
PapatymisonN: OK. What are ya gonna do now?
Lithaladhwen: *shrug* I don't know.
Lithaladhwen: Now people know. I guess I need to start figuring out how to beat off the crazies.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Or the fans
PapatymisonN: Those have gotta be a bitch.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Tell me about it.
Lithaladhwen: Rick, you have fans?
blender_bunny@mac.com: Have fans? Hundreds of them, fucking merchandise, online discsussion groups! Do I have them? Do I... I had them ._.
Lithaladhwen: ...
PapatymisonN: Ooh. *switches to Smart to be Silent Bartender mode*
blender_bunny@mac.com: Well there was that debacle with the mayor.
blender_bunny@mac.com: It was on the news, the entire not wearing clothes things.
PapatymisonN: ... no... clothes?
blender_bunny@mac.com: No clothes, you don't remember that?
Lithaladhwen: *shakes her head* I wasn't paying attention. Sorry.
PapatymisonN: .... oh, THAT...
PapatymisonN: With ... the kids...
blender_bunny@mac.com: Yeah...
blender_bunny@mac.com: Killed my career with the Teen Legionaires..
PapatymisonN: They're a go-nowhere group anyways.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Which suited me just fine, I didn't get into this super hero business to fight crime anyways.
PapatymisonN: I heard their headquarters has a meth lab.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Yeah, that was mine.
PapatymisonN: REALLY? I was just saying that to make you feel better!
blender_bunny@mac.com: Well you don't seem to realize how fucking hard it is to leave the Legion once you're signed on.
Lithaladhwen: ...Wow.
blender_bunny@mac.com: They're like a glitzy and glamorous mafia.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Except fighting crime.
PapatymisonN: Seriously, why not report them? That sounds fucked up, man...
blender_bunny@mac.com: They're clean, completely clean crew of kids, it's just they seem to have this mojo going that puts you in the dumps if you leave them.
Lithaladhwen: ....What?
Lithaladhwen: What do you mean?
PapatymisonN: Like, you end up at the bottom of Metro River with cement shoes?
Lithaladhwen: *sits down on the bench and drops her cane on the ground under it*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Can't wait to be bipedal again.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Nah small things, you can't hold a job, you fall into debt, you realize how good alcohol tastes.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Course that didn't matter to me, I already had all that stuff happen to me.
PapatymisonN: Do they have any psychics on that team?
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...Course I joined the Teen Legion when I was 25.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Oh please, you think psychics would have enough sense to avoid a trainwreck like that.
blender_bunny@mac.com: No they have 'probability' counters.
Lithaladhwen: All about pattern recognition I guess.
Lithaladhwen: But listen. I need to get home. I haven't eaten in an hour or two, and blood sugar's getting low.
Lithaladhwen: *after her short rest, she gets up again*
Lithaladhwen: This is going to be such a pain.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Course you know what that means, they got luck manipulators, it's not like you can blame a bad series of blows on them either. I mean not like there are anvils falling out of the sky, it's regular person stuff.
PapatymisonN: Want someone to walk you home?
blender_bunny@mac.com: Want me to walk you back?
Lithaladhwen: ...
PapatymisonN: *looks at Rick*
Lithaladhwen: Guys. I appreciate the smothering brotherly act from everyone, but there's not much anyone can do to me that won't result in them dying.
PapatymisonN: ... I'm giving you my cell number. Or I'm getting yours. *whips out a Blueberry*
Lithaladhwen: (Oh, come on. They have Paris Hilton, they have blackberries.)
Lithaladhwen: I don't have a cell. I don't like being called.
PapatymisonN: *Blackberry
PapatymisonN: (Fine, fine...)
PapatymisonN: House number, then. If for no one else but me.
Lithaladhwen: *She gives him the number for her dorm room.*
Lithaladhwen: I don't have a roommate, so you can leave a message.
PapatymisonN: *nod* I'll do that.
Lithaladhwen: *shrug* They think I have an immune disorder, so I can't live with anyone. Mertoi gave them the note.
PapatymisonN: And come by the bar more often. First drink will always be on me.
Lithaladhwen: Funny. She was really helpful until she went nuts.
PapatymisonN: Well, y'know, best laid plans.
Lithaladhwen: I guess.
Lithaladhwen: But I'm..... gonna go. I'll see you guys later.
PapatymisonN: *nods* See you around, Nicki...
Lithaladhwen: *With a nod for Jason and for the ubiquitous Rick, Veronica heads off.*
PapatymisonN: ... hope she's gonna be OK.
blender_bunny@mac.com: She's a tough broad.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Little frigid and tender in the head, but she's tough.
PapatymisonN: ... yeah.
PapatymisonN: Anyways, I'm 45 minutes late for work.
Lithaladhwen: (Frigid? *laugh*)
PapatymisonN: I'll see ya around. *heads off*
Lithaladhwen: </RP>
Lithaladhwen: I'm still laughing at the "frigid" thing.
PapatymisonN: Fa teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeg.
Lithaladhwen: He think he could survive sex with Nick?
PapatymisonN: http://www.mysidia.org/rpgww/Metro_City
PapatymisonN: Obviously, you're all so impressed, you're speechless.
Lithaladhwen: I was afk. Toothbrushing.
Lithaladhwen: Works for me.
PapatymisonN: We can pretty it up later.
PapatymisonN: Anyways, bedways.
Lithaladhwen: It's rightways.
PapatymisonN: Night.
Lithaladhwen: G'night.
PapatymisonN has left the room.
blender_bunny@mac.com: He's batman he could survive anything!
blender_bunny@mac.com: Probably end up paralyzed from neck down
blender_bunny@mac.com: But could survive XD
Lithaladhwen: Batman couldn't survive it unless he takes his Patented OmniAntitoxin first.
Lithaladhwen: Rick could probably survive it. The question is, why hasn't he tried? *eyebrow*
blender_bunny@mac.com: XD
Lithaladhwen: Well?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, I didn't think you had an answer for that.
Lithaladhwen: *bamf*
blender_bunny@mac.com has left the room.