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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Comments

[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.