This horrid mass shall give us pause

[sistershoggoth]

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.

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[futurewitness]

[ 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?

[inflori]

[ 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. ]

[sistershoggoth]

Watch your fucking mouth.

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

Nothing, nothing is wrong.

[ See all smiles here!!! ]

[futurewitness]

[ 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. ]

[inflori]

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... ]

[sistershoggoth]

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.]

[futurewitness]

[ 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?

[inflori]

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.

[sistershoggoth]

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. ]

[futurewitness]

[ 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.

[inflori]

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.

[sistershoggoth]

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. ]

[futurewitness]

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. ]

[inflori]

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.

[sistershoggoth]

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. ]

[futurewitness]

[ 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. ]

[inflori]

[ 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.

[sistershoggoth]

[ 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.

[futurewitness]

[ 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.

[sistershoggoth]

[ 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.