station72 | This horrid mass shall give us pause

Entry tags:

This horrid mass shall give us pause

CHARACTERS: Open
WHERE: WAYPOINT SHRIL
WHEN: Day 29
SUMMARY: Alien rock, other stuff in the top levels.
WARNINGS: N/A, will update as necessary.

Annie Westwind doesn't have down the whole 'not bleeding out her every thought and feeling' thing. She's not given to it, really, she's always had too much going on in her head, and she just lets it go where it will. Unless someone gives her a reason better than 'making others comfortable' she probably won't try.

Her excitement starts out tame. She's found something interesting, one of those little sparkles of intrigue that you may even have gotten used to over the past few days. It's not an unpleasant feeling, after all. However, her eagerness ramps up increasingly over the following few minutes, quite dramatically.

She's found an impromptu alien band blocking off one of the alleyways, set up on stage of crates, stolen plating, and torn fencing. At first she'd thought they were just boring ass street preaches, yapping about something dramatic she hadn't listened to at all, but then they began the drumming. Like an infernal military march. So she'd crept closer, winding her way through the gathering crowd. As the other instruments began they were just as wild and noisy, and then their alien singer began to snarl and growl, the crowd of unruly aliens before them beginning to jump and sway.

( Holy shit! )

It's about the most articulate thing that comes out of Annie as she joins them. Unfortunately for the rest of you, she's taking in and essentially re-transmitting this noise. Not just the terrible alien punkrock, but the press and excitement of the pit. Her breathless exhilaration as she dances and stomps and raises up a yell when prompted by the huge hairy alien on the stage.

His first song, assuredly, is dedicated to the large swinging genitals between his legs.

The worst of it, however, is when Annie actually picks up the lyrics of one of the songs. In person, her accent in emulating the alien growling is not up to par, but in her head it sounds legit, ok.

Watch on YouTube

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Congratulations, Annie, you now work at the pop-up arcade just outside of the Arena Zone. It's filled with alien children. Where are their parents????

VIDEO GAMES
[ She's watching everyone else play these fucking games with a bored look on her face, chewing something that kind of tastes like clove flavored gum. It's slightly medicinal, sort of refreshing, but has a deep spicy scent that is not entirely pleasant. She blows lazy tar-colored bubbles as she watches yet another idiot lose their money. How hard can these fucking kiddy games possibly be? ]

Jesus, move the fuck over, I'll do it...

WHY CHILDREN
[ She's never been real good with little kids. Teens she could handle, she'd just begun teaching and tutoring for the Academy when all of the really regrettable shit went down. She'd been enjoying it. It had been kind of satisfying thought, that she might pass on the last of her liveliness to another girl, keep her kicking a few years longer than she would have done before. Little kids though... they had an innocence to them. A bumbling lack of death in their impenetrably stupid little eyes. She didn't see herself in little ones, since most of her young years were a blur of her own madness. She most certainly doesn't see herself in these alien brats, one of whom is pulling on her clothes wanting to fondle her long dyed hair. ]

Oh my god get the hell away from me... don't you dare drool on me...

[ No amount of free tokens will get the squirming little bastard away from her, and she casts a horrified pleading look at the first host who comes along. Oh my god halp.]

SHIIIIT
[ Look. It is not her fault that one of the brats got themselves wedged into one of the games. Nor is it her fault that they got a bit scraped up when she unceremoniously pulled them loose... Their large gelatinous parents disagree, and are gesturing in wide oozy waves of anger and bellowing. ]

Get out of my face, snotball.

[ She emulates one of the ugly alien obscenities she learned at the concert the other day. This only enrages other aliens who wish to remind her there are children present.

She isn't looking for help this time, but she sure could use it before she ends up in a fight. ]

Edited 2017-04-06 22:24 (UTC)

[ Petre is no stranger to angry aliens and their victimized children. It's beginning to look a situation that'll be fun to watch, popping a lollipop into his mouth with a blood-jello center, until the smol demon recognizes that the bleached-haired bitch is actually one of the Hosts.

Sighhhh. He steps on over, looking like one of the aliens he's gathered up in his mental shape-shifting portfolio, a species in the likeness of the Mimic octopuses back on planet Earth. Color and texture of the skin blending in with the lights and loudness of the arcades' colors. ]

Are you actually stupid?

[ A rhetorical question: of course she's stupid. ]

[ Her attention swings around on him. Psychically, her attention is an eerie, queasy sensation. Like a sun turning round in the sky to grin madly at you. It's better for Petre. He's not a broodmate, and being male she dismisses him as anything of consequence almost immediately, the full force of her notice fleeting. ]

If you got a fuckin' problem, kid, get. The fuck. In line.

[ She gestures at the squalling aliens around her. ]

Can't you see I'm fuckin' busy here?

[ Her annoyance, unlike a lot of her emotions, is actually more than just skin deep, but there's a part of her that thrives on confrontation. She's having fun cussing people out, and she'd have some fun fighting them too. ]

[ It's his symbiote that stirs more than he does, despite being so used to Petre's chaotic little brain by now. That just goes to show the impact of Annie's horror version of the Teletubbies' baby god face, and now he's not sure if he wants to find out more or punch her for even inflicting it on him.

Anyway. She's rude. Petre hates that she just decided to ignore him after that; it's his fuel to let the bitch taste trouble in full instead of letting her get away with it.

Alien-shaped Petre grabs her shoulder and turns her toward him, flashing teeth. They're neon green, like they'll give her radiation poisoning the moment they sink into her skin. ]

I don't wait in line.

[ Aliens going hey!, and Petre turning back to tune into their wrath and tell them to go walk into a wall. They do over and over. Everybody is wondering what the fuck is up with them, now, so the hosts have no attention on them anymore. ]

Apologize to me.

[ Annie's grin when he turns her around is terrifying. Her emotions, unlike any of the sins that sins that Petre feeds on, are a void of alien nature. She was not a peaceful creature, and in agitation she becomes even less so. It's better to keep her calm and happy. She's halfway to wheeling back a punch aimed at Petre's squishy little nose when she spots... Lucina watching her.

Her eyes widen, fist lowering.

Wow. Not a great example to set for her little sister, shame burns in her chest. ]

[ This isn't the kind of place she'd normally wind up, but that could be said about just about anywhere on Waypoint Shril, to be fair. She's at least been trying to acclimate. The more she sees, the less she's going to have to pause and double-take at everything ever (she hopes).

But the flare of angerannoyanceadrenaline that she picks up as she's passing - it's not hers, she knows, even if it feels like it is, and it doesn't point to anything good.

So here she is, working her way forward and watching with one hand on Falchion's hilt, in case things go to hell -

- but, thankfully, watching seems to be good enough. (Also, why are those aliens walking into the wall over and over again?) ]

Is something wrong?

[ He's baring his teeth, strange features all lined up to show just how irate and violent he can be at the drop of a hat. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is, that she'll just get here and be as useful to him as the family currently trying so hard to beat the wall at its own game?

She lowers her fists, though, and Petre's attention flips over to another host. New, too, but apparently less of a walking flesh suit of Dumb. ]

Yeah, this bitch needs to shut the fuck up and go home, that's what's wrong.

[ He does not look human in the least, the texture of his skin flowing, harsh then smooth, adapting to the colors around them, but he is very much one of the nest's members. ]

Watch your fucking mouth.

[ Annie says rolling her eyes as she goes to Lucina. ]

Nothing, nothing is wrong.

[ See all smiles here!!! ]

[ Looking straight at Petre too long is threatening to give her a headache, the way his appearance seems to ripple in response to the space around him. (She is, at least, getting much better at taking whatever strange sight crosses her path next in stride. Okay, so here's a weird color-shifting guy, and there's one behind him with a top jaw that unhinges into another set going in the other direction. This is apparently her life now.) ]

I'm certain I don't need to remind you that this is not the time or the place.

[ More to Petre than to Annie, since Annie seems to have come to that conclusion already. ]

Fuck you, bitch.

[ Hissed at Annie like a sullen child, stinkeye thrown in her direction. He wonders what's so special about the other girl that this idiot would want to hide the trouble she was about to get herself into. Why was she ashamed, of all things? ]

Well, I was trying to help her.

[ ... Sure... ]

Didn't need any help, thanks though.

[ Just because she was about to get in a fight with a bunch of alien moms is completely beside the point.]

[ Well. She's not going to tread on everyone's mutual right to hate each others' guts, as long as they've managed to avoid a fistfight or worse. Important things first and all. ]

As long as we can agree on that much, then.

[ She glances at the aliens walking into the wall. ]

Are they...all right?

Fuck off.

[ Stupid chick. He readjusts his alien clothes, scratches at his neck, changing into a flare of what looks like orange feathers, and back. Tipping his head toward the aliens, ]

Yeah, that was part of the help. But I guess she won't be needing it anymore.

You're kind of a ruthless little shithead, just taking over all their minds without fuckin' blinking like that.

[ She doesn't.... disapprove. She's just. Saying. ]

[ So that is, indeed, what it looks like.

Which causes her to grind her teeth a bit because unlike Annie, she most definitely does disapprove. ]

We're past needing that, yes. You can let them go.

Yeah, thanks, but I don't need your fucking compliments.

[ Yes. That was, and always will be, a compliment in his stupid little monster head.

With an annoyed shrug, he shifts over to the poor alien family, utters a couple of words, and they're free to go, more confused than anything else. ]

Are you gonna tell her to stop doing that shit? Or put a leash on her or something.

Motherfucker, please.

[ She can only control her mouth so much, even for Lucina. There's annoyance in her tone, but underneath it is a rather staid lack of fucks to give for anything this irritating child has to say. Although she is now wary of his abilities. She always did hate these fucking telepathic types. How the hell did she end up in this situation. ]

I'd prefer that leashes were not necessary. For any of us.

[ And yes, to be honest, she includes herself in that thought, inasmuch as she would want to be called out before things got dicey if she were the one about to cause a scene and bring trouble crashing down on their heads. ]

Fuck off, albino bitch.

[ His own lack of fucks to give rivals Annie's own, except his are out of a kind of pettiness that refuses to back down from anything she tells him. The immature need to have the last word to feel like you've won. ]

So who are you supposed to be.

Like I ain't ever heard that one, limp dick.

[ Her lips curl in a sneer, all of her heavy attention focused on him. It is unnerving, even without her trying to be. A hair-raising sense of something great and looming. She's really just making sure he's not rude to Luci. ]

[ Just standing in the middle of this much free-flying venom makes her feel snappier, but she swallows it down and firmly tells herself that she doesn't have a reason to be. She's always sought not to let her emotions rule her before; no reason to act any differently now, even if she has a few more from elsewhere to contend with.

she is zen, goddammit ]

Lucina. We are broodmates.

[ There's just a split-second of hesitation before "broodmates;" she's still getting used to the word, and everything it implies. ]

[ You have a strong will, Lucina. Between Petre being a shit and Annie throwing shade, there's plenty of crazy monkey business being juggling back and forth in their heads. ]

Wow. It's gotta suck balls to be you, then.

[ Between Annie and Lucina, something pinches, flinching. Yeah, it does suck, and it's not like Annie had a lot of choice in the matter. Between the three of them: Annie, Noctis, and Lucina there was plenty enough sorrow and duty to go around without also smearing Annie's alien monstrosity on top of it.

But Annie doesn't show that, just continues to sneer, ]

You're no prize yourself.

[ Lucina grits her teeth. She can feel that - flicker of discomfort, and whatever the slang she doesn't quite get is implying, it's certainly not flattering. ]

I believe we can consider ourselves finished here, if all that's left is to trade insults.

[ Annie is technically meant to be manning this arcade, but she hates the idea of staying here while Petre and Lucina go, so... ]

Lemme get you lunch, Luci.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

This horrid mass shall give us pause

OPEN | WORKING THE ARCADE

shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject