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dens_tf_den2017-06-04 01:22 am
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Backwater Nexus. Black Dog. Families Sorted
Kit Fisto: There is no FORCE. It's all a sketchy blood infection. *snort* *DRINK*
Pramè: There is no Force. There's just the people I prefer working with, and the people I prefer capturing.
Kit Fisto: *watches her hand move, and finishes the contents of the bottle in his hand* I drank yours.
Pramè: ... *says something mildly insulting in her native tongue, which the Nexus translates as "Jerk."*
Kit Fisto: Yup. It's your turn to order.
Pramè: *amused snort. She might insult her current drinking partner, but all in all, she's glad to have met him. He's fun to tease* *orders something about as strong as the last round, but a bit more sour*
Kit Fisto: *helps himself to something from a passing tray and downs it, replacing the glass before the small green Cybertronian waiter has noticed*
Pramè: *not saying a word as the blue scanner goggles the waiter is wearing wiggles an arm loose and gestures to the bar. She'll also quickly put some more credits on the table with a sleight of hand disguised as ordering something she's been wanting to try ever since her hibir (student) mentioned it*
Kit Fisto: *turns his head and looks out from under the mountain* Ever hear of Darth Revan?
Pramè: I've heard stories...
Kit Fisto: *points* She's over there.
Pramè: ... *raised brow, will look* Okay, I was not expecting that.
Kit Fisto: *sets down empty glass* What? The Mando armour? Or her ability to kick Orc shebs?
Pramè: *turns her attention back to him* The stories I'd heard were that Darth Revan was a man.
Kit Fisto: Oh, you haven't heard about this place? *tips up the other glassful*
Pramè: This is my first time here, burc'ya.
Kit Fisto: *snort* Cyare, this is a nexus between realities. Everything from every when, every how, and every what the *bleepity* can be here. Even a Jedi the clone army shot to *bleep*
Pramè: *quiet for a few moments, then* Well, if they act naakla, I will as well. *shrugs* Might even find someone wanting to have a match of get'shuk.
Kit Fisto: *pointing* Carth Onasi. Canderous Ordo. My next drink.
Pramè: *absent hum as she considers*
Kit Fisto: *actually sets a glass down before it's emptied as a grey-haired lady in worn jeans walks into sight*
Pramè: *looks to the woman, curious*
Kit Fisto: *slight grin as he sees a set of gargantuan furry feet also step into sight and stop in front of the grey-haired lady*
Pramè: *blink blink, continues to watch*
Seaspray: *steps back, and then carefully goes to her knees* You wanted to talk to me about Denver, Hattie?
Hattie: *nods* *seriously* Ah'd lahk f'r 'er t' live wit' y'u.
Seaspray: *looks down soberly at the refugee lady, who arrived in the Backwater with her family just after Christmas. Thinks of how this lady has already lost the greater part of her family to a homicidal rage that a creep had inspired in one of her sons in law, and how she had to run down a mule deer with her Buick just to get something for her grandchildren for Christmas* *quietly* Are you sure?
Hattie: *nods* Th' first tahm Denver spoke aftah... Aftah wh't 'appened w's aftah we met y'u 'n y'u 'ugged all th' children.
Seaspray: *puts her ears back slightly in a small frown, and then puts them forward again* Do you really want to make this decision when you've been drinking?
Hattie: Rileh drank most'a 't.
Seaspray: I can smell that you had some, and kefir's pretty strong.
Hattie: *slight frown as she thinks this over. Then she'll nod* Alrahght... But 't least th'nk 'bout 't? *quieter* Denver ain't doin' too well. She's still trah'n' t' eat, 'n can't keep anehth'n' down.
Seaspray: *silent nod, and then lowers her hands* I... just wanted to make sure. But I already got your trade.
Hattie: *surprised expression is a go* Oh?
Seaspray: *quietly, her tone contesting her words* She thinks she's ugly.
fair haired girl: *peeks at Hattie through a heavy dark veil. She is tiny, and dressed an empire waisted gown, which plainly shows the hump on her back and the unevenness of her shoulders. The dress whispers softly as she tries to rise to her feet*
Hattie: *moving to gently fuss over the girl and love upon her* Oh, 'oneh...
Seaspray: *as the girl falls back with surprise* Genie, this is Mrs. Hattie Lamont. Hattie, this is Eugenia Tyrold.
Eugenia: *softly, her voice sounding scarred* Ah. Lady Seaspray says I must call you "granny".
Hattie: *gently* Ah'm 'Granneh' t' few ot'er grandchildren, too. 'N mah 'usband, Rileh, 'll be y'ur grandpa.
Eugenia: *rough voice trembles as she looks down* I... I'm afraid I frighten children.
Hattie: *gently but seriously* Y'u won't.
Eugenia: *tries to reply, but can only excuse herself as she tries to regain control*
Seaspray: *holds up other hand behind the girl and shows Hattie a picture of her badly scarred and misshapen face, with its single, misplaced surviving eye*
Hattie: *small nod, will offer gentle hugs to Eugenia* Th'y ain't even scared'a th' yella doc, 'n 'e'd scare th' paint off'a mah Buick.
Eugenia: *uncertainly* Do you mean a yellow doctor?
Hattie: Fella named Ratchet. *nod*
Seaspray: *shows picture*
Eugenia: *peers at it closely* Oh, but he is not human. He is a giant.
Hattie: 'N ugleh 's sin. Which y'u ain't.
Eugenia: *looks down again despite herself* *quietly* You have not seen me. I fear I am quite monstrous.
Hattie: Ain't nobodeh 't 'ome gonna care 'bout th't. Jes' th't y'u're a good person, 'n kahnd t' 'em.
Eugenia: You are too kind. *and she can barely say the words past a choke*
Hattie: *must hug!*
Eugenia: *startled squeak, but then hesitantly tries to respond. It's clear she's not sure how*
Hattie: *gentle, loving hug*
Eugenia: *and now this squeak is pain, though you haven't really squeezed her at all, Hattie*
Hattie: *soft 'meep', will back off, and make sure she hasn't hurt you, Eugenia*
Eugenia: I... I am very sorry. I... *am shivering and overwhelmed to the point of losing what she was saying*
Hattie: *soothingly* 'T's alrahght, 'on. Y'u di'n' do anehth'n' wrong.
Seaspray: *quietly* She was raised out in seclusion, by her first granny. The only people she saw beside her grandma were two servants.
Eugenia: *will now just silently lean against you now, Hattie. She's so tired that she's trembling slightly*
Hattie: *small nod to show she heard you, Seaspray* *gently, to Eugenia* We sh'ld git y'u 'ome so y'u c'n rest.
Eugenia: Yes, Grandmo- Granny. *stirs and lifts her head* Is it far?
Hattie: 'T's a far walk... *small frown, realizing that Eugenia might not be able to make it that far, then she's perking as she remembers something* But Ah c'n git us a rahd 'ome.
Eugenia: *uncertainly* A ride?
Seaspray: It's what we call a conveyance here.
Eugenia: Ohhh. Thank you, Granny.
Seaspray: *offers Hattie a wine bottle*
Hattie: *will reach for the bottle* Wh't's th's?
Eugenia: *presses her lips together slightly, but then replies* It is the fortified port wine that the doctor prescribed for my health.
Seaspray: Yeah. Wine with egg cooked in it.
Hattie: Ah. *small nod* *is thinking to herself that she should look into what medicines her family needs, and what Eugenia will be able to handle*
Seaspray: Are you calling Reggie?
Hattie: *considering look, then she's shaking her head* Actualleh, 'un 'f th' farm'ands 'as a 'orse, 'n we c'n git s'meth'n' rigged up t' make 't easy f'r Eugenia t' travel 'ome.
Seaspray: Oh. Alright. *looks around* ...Will Denver want her own bed? Legacy's willing to share. *ignores a burp from under the bonsai mountain*
Hattie: Denver's used t' sharin' a bed. *attention going to the burp, raised brow*
Seaspray: Good. *attention to Eugenia* And don't start thinking we don't like you because you didn't want to sleep by Legacy. Everyone's different.
Eugenia: *body language says that she's blushing and uncertain*
Hattie: *calling the farmhand and explaining to him that she needs to borrow the horse, and would it be possible to find a cart or something to help bring a child who isn't able to move around easily home comfortably?*
Seaspray: *quietly* I have to go, Jetstorm and Sandpiper are yelling for milk. *gentle touch for Eugenia* See you soon, friend.
Eugenia: *quiet and polite words that hold affection, and then she's watching as the friendly giant stands and strides away*
Hattie: *small nod as she ends the call after getting a promise that the farmhand would figure something out quickly* Johnneh sh'ld be 'eah soon.
Eugenia: *softly* I'm sorry for being so much trouble, Granny.
Hattie: Y'u ain't aneh trouble, hon. *means what she says*
Eugenia: Yes, Granny. *startled and uncertain look toward the bar as the scent of omelet reaches her. Isn't used to smelling food as it cooks. Was taught to believe it wrong for the rest of a building to smell like food. But... That funny little murmur was her tummy* *looks away quickly*
Hattie: *very, very gentle patpat for Eugenia as she sees that glance and smells the omelet cooking* We c'n git y'u s'meth'n t' eat whal we wait f'r Johnneh.
Eugenia: *so surprised* Here?
Hattie: *nod* Th' cook knows wh't th'y's doin'.
Eugenia: *uncertainly* It... It is acceptable for good families to eat at such an establishment as this?
Hattie: *nod* 'S long 's nobodeh stahts a fahght, ain't nobodeh gonna care who eats 'eah.
Eugenia: *confused silence as she tries to understand what her new grandmother just said*
Hattie: *gently but firmly* Le's git y'u s'me 'f th't egg 'n ketchup.
Isamu: *pauses in passing* Egg and ketchup?
Eugenia: *muffled eek at sight of the strangely dressed person* *quick look to Hattie*
Hattie: *curious about the young man's appearance, but will be polite. Nods* F'r mah gran'daughtah. *indicates Eugenia*
Isamu: *opens the pretty wooden box he's holding, carefully takes out a slice of the rice-filled omelet, sets it on a nice little bit of paper from the box, and then offers it with both hands as he bows* It would be an honour if you would share. It's much too big for me.
Eugenia: *timidly accepts the offer since her new Grandmother has accepted it* *however...* I am sorry, I have no plate.
Isamu: *surprised expression* *quick bow* Excuse me, please. *turns and jogs toward the bar*
Hattie: *blink blink, soft chuckle* Well, now...
Eugenia: *softly and uncertainly* Is ... that person... Quite genteel?
Hattie: *very slight frown as she thinks this over* T' be 'onest, Ah dunno, but th'y's bein' mahghteh kahnd t' share.
Eugenia: *lowers her face slightly as she tries to think of what she should ask next* *then looks up again* And it is alright to accept the food?
Hattie: *nods* We's 'elpin' th'm out.
Eugenia: Oh. Very well.
Isamu: *back quietly and unalarmingly to offer the slice of omelet on a plate, and also a cup of tea*
Hattie: *surprised* Oh, goodness.
Isamu: *questioning look* Is something the matter?
Hattie: *headshake* Jes' w'sn't 'spectin' tea. *amused*
Isamu: *gravely* The young lady is English. Tea will help her.
Hattie: *small nod* *gently, to Eugenia* Th're's tea, too.
Eugenia: *surprised and uncertain, but Grandmother seems to approve of this* Thank you very much.
Isamu: *looks over his shoulder, then turns back to the ladies* Dreadnought and Mornbein are going to sing. Maybe you should go out to the porch.
Hattie: *nods, then her attention is going to the man who just called for her* Oh, th're's Johnneh.
Eugenia: *looks around, and then back to Hattie*
Johnny: *turns and looks back outside again for a moment* Rug! Y'u git back 'ere!
Hattie: *will accept the plate and cup, then glance toward where Johnny just was*
Isamu: *bows to Eugenia, and then offers her his arm*
Johnny: *looks inside again, shading his eyes to try and see*
Hattie: *sees that, will holler over the crowd* Johnneh! We's o'er 'eah!
Isamu: *straightens to watch the tall man walk over, then bows to Eugenia and Hattie* I see you've got a helper.
Eugenia: *so surprised as she watches that dark-skinned man in the worn, bibbed trousers*
Hattie: *to Isamu* Th'nk y'u f'r th' food 'n tea, hon.
Isamu: *grave smile* It was an honour. *and those words sound so sincere* *waves as he walks away*
Johnny: *nods to the little Samurai as he passes him, then looks to Hattie* Th's th' young'un?
Hattie: *nods* Johnneh, th's 's mah daughter, Eugenia. Eugenia, th's 's Johnneh. 'E's 'un 'f th' neighbors.
Eugenia: *oh, a neighbour and not a servant!* *stands and tries to curtsy, only to tip* I am pleased to meet you, sir... Oh!
Johnny: *catches her* Neveh mahnd th't, miss. Les' git y'u 'ome.
Hattie: *moves to gently fuss*
Eugenia: *was frightened, but she's already calming down since Hattie doesn't seem upset* Forgive me. I am so clumsy.
Johnny: *quiet chuckle* Y'u sh'ld see Miss 'Attie come mornin's.
Hattie: *soft snort* Oh, 'ush.
Eugenia: *gentle rebuke* Should you be telling stories of that sort about Granny?
Johnny: *as he settles her more comfortably in his arms* Sure. She lahks it.
Hattie: *amused eyeroll* Le's git goin', b'f're Rug walks off 'gain.
Johnny: *soft snort as he turns and strides toward the door* Nag's ooglin' a ladeh.
Hattie: *snerk!* Crazeh 'orse. *moves to follow*
Johnny: 'N 'ow. *steps out onto the porch and looks down the steps to where the ancient, Native-bred pinto is nose to nose with a beautiful Frisian mare as her bearded owner scratches his ears*
Rug: *heard the boss's voice. Gently nudges the lady, and then walks over and puts his front hooves up on the bottom human size step, his ears flopping with boredom*
Hattie: *soft snort* Y'u crazeh th'n'. *amused*
Rug: *blows at her, telling her that she's a pest and a bother*
Hattie: Y'u 'ush. Y'u got a job t' do, Rug.
Rug: *deep sigh and flopping ears as he moves off the bottom step*
Johnny: *walks around to the back of the horse and then looks at Hattie* Th's rig do?
Hattie: *moves to follow and examine the rig. Pleased sound as she sees it's a travois with swivel wheels on the bottoms of the poles* Th't'll work perfectly.
Johnny: Figured th' draggin'd botha a peeky youngin'.
Hattie: *nods* Le's git goin', th'n.
Johnny: *gentle words to Eugenia as he sets the girl in the high back sling with the nice deep seat that he's rigged up on the travois* Y'u comfeh, miss?
Eugenia: *quick look through her veil to Hattie, hoping for a translation of what the neighbour just said*
Hattie: 'S th' seat botha'in' y'u aneh, hon?
Eugenia: *quickly* Oh no. I do not think I have ever felt a seat so comfortable.
Johnny: *big grin*
Eugenia: *meeps as the horse steps forward*
Rug: *hears the sound and stops with a disgruntled sound*
Hattie: *gentle reassurances, will make sure Eugenia is safely seated*
Johnny: *frowning now* Y'u scared o' 'osses?
Eugenia: *quietly* I have never seen a horse before this one.
Hattie: *gently* Ain't not'in' t' be 'shamed 'a, hon.
Johnny: *gruffly* Rug won' do nothin' bad. Steadiest ol' crowbait 'round.
Hattie: Le's take th's slow, th'n.
Johnny: *humorous look* Y'u eveh see Rug go aneh otha way?
Rug: *Rug go? Okay. Starts walking toward home again*
Hattie: *moves to walk alongside the travois so she can reassure Eugenia*
Eugenia: *glances, and then looks at Hattie* *softly* He is not leading the horse?
Hattie: *quietly* Rug knows th' way back 'ome. 'E's been th's way a lot o' tahms.
Johnny: *quiet pride* 'E c'n bring a load 'ome on 'is own. Saves tahm wh'n we's cuttin' wood.
Eugenia: *so surprised* Oh, how wonderful. *little squeak*
Hattie: We'll git y'u settled 'n so y'u c'n rest, soon.
Eugenia: *quiet smile in her voice* After my tea?
Hattie: *nods* Yep.
Eugenia: *quietly* You are very kind. Both of you.
Hattie: *soft chuckle* Y'u sh'ld git s'me rest 'til we git 'ome, Eugenia.
Eugenia: Oh. Yes, Granny. *leans back and lets her chin sink to her chest. Will likely be asleep by time she reaches her new home*
Seaspray: *sitting by the gate of the girl's school, watching Rug walk off with his load of little Macks and holding something absently in one hand. Has her babies sleeping in a sling against her chest*
Denver: *one of the last girls out the door, looks a bit haggard and tired* *will look around, expecting Hattie to be waiting for her*
Seaspray: *soft call* Denver?
Denver: *slight start, attention going to the gate, then she's blinking and moving to approach Seaspray* *quietly* 'L-lo, Seaspray
Seaspray: *ears forward as her eyes smile. Offers the little girl a letter in Hattie's handwriting*
Denver: *will reach for the offered letter and read it once she's got it in hand* *brows draw together as she reads Hattie's explanation of what happened earlier in the day. Then she's wibbling a bit as she comes to the part where the older woman explains that from now on, Denver will be living with Seaspray*
Seaspray: *watching with a bit of a frown as she worries that this arrangement will hurt the little girl somehow*
Denver: *will move to cling to Seaspray with a soft murmur of "Mama"*
Seaspray: *sucks in her breath, and then carefully picks something from her hand and offers it between thumb and forefinger* Here. Hattie says you like these.
Denver: *peeks*
half-grown Pixie Bob: *squeaks and looks at girl with big eyes of wondering what she did wrong*
Denver: *perks* Kitty! *will reach for the cat*
Seaspray: *ears and eyes grin as she carefully puts the lanky spotted creature into Denver's arms* Is that the right shape and colour?
kitten: *is a relieved snuggle. Didn't do anything wrong*
Denver: *nods as she cuddles the kitten, and moves to snuggle against Seaspray again*
Seaspray: *expression softens* Her name's Maddy. You want to come up here with these guys? *indicates the sling, from which only a pair of small ears can be seen*
Denver: *looks, then nods and snuggles Maddy even more. Is ready to go home*
Seaspray: Legacy says you can sleep with her tonight, is that okay? *gently lifts the little girl and kitten*
Denver: *another nod* Y-yeah.
Seaspray: *tucks her gently in between the babies, who snuggle* Chicken porridge sound good?
Denver: *small nod, will snuggle the babies, Maddy, and Seaspray*
Sandpiper: *opens his big eyes to see who is here, then moves his ears in a sleepy grin and cuddles*
Denver: *soft little sigh as she snuggles and relaxes*
Seaspray: *eyes are misty as she looks at the four young things snuggled in the sling. Sighs quietly herself, and then rises smoothly to her feet and turns to bring Denver home to a quiet afternoon of watching cat movies and then a night under lady Legacy's care*
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