we're tuning in for your regularly scheduled changeling screaming

[runs]

[Not long after the return to Liminal, in a timeframe better measured in minutes than anything else, Kitty starts broadcasting. It's quiet at first but quickly gets louder as she's clearly working herself into a fit, dropping any ability to filter from the network as she goes.]

sheshouldnotbehereSheShouldNotBeHere

SHE SHOULDNOTBEHEREsheshouldnotbehereSheShouldNotBeHere

SHESHOULDNOTBEHERENOT HERE

NONONONONONODREKDREKDREKDREKTECHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SHESHOULDNOTBEHERESHESHOULDNOTBEHERESHESHOULDNOT[...and so on.

(To those who'd actionspam at her instead of responding on the network, she's just standing rooted to the spot where she arrived, staring at a moose-sized dragon opposite of her, who seems to be rather unsure of how to help her, considering that she dodges every time the dragon tries to get closer, without ever moving away further. Her whole body is tense, her fingers curled, and those who can see through masks will notice that her whole body language resembles that of a thoroughly spooked cat.)]

Comments

[runs]

"'lo," Kitty mumbles and just find a corner near Jules to curl up in. She's not going to comment on anything any further and will just watch Cynthia unhappily.

The dragon, meanwhile, wanders over towards Squeak and studies the tiny pogemon curiously. Smaller than a hummer, she projects at Kitty, and brings her head a bit closer.

[failgoyle]

"Look, you ever play Oregon Trail?" It's the first kid-friendly game Jules can think of. "They've got one with zombies." And Organ Trail probably invalidates the kid-friendly properties, but it's the closest thing Jules has, and distracting her a bit doesn't seem like a bad idea.

"Can you talk?" Squeak asks Cynthia politely.

[runs]

She shakes her head, not answering aloud. She's not sure if she is interested.

Though... "What's it about?" A bit of curiosity can be found in the greatest sulk.

Cynthia meanwhile respons to Squeak's question with a telempathic response: Images and impressions of that no, she cannot, but she can communicate like this, and she wonders what kind of place Squeak is from.

[failgoyle]

"You basically have to travel across the country during a zombie apocalypse to try to get to safety," Jules explains. "And you've got a party of people, and they might help or hurt you or turn into zombies too, that sort of thing. You want to try to get everyone there in one piece."

"I'm from the Pogemon world!" Squeak can't do the telempathic thing, but he's trying as best he can. "It's got a little bit of everything--I was from a machine factory--but then there was a bunch of fighting and I got lost and then Jules fell out of the sky and landed on me."

He might still be irritated at that last bit.

[runs]

"...So like an egoshooter?"

She wouldn't mind gunning down something right now, even if it's without any kind of proper immersion and in 2D.

Cynthia chuckles. "...While screaming?" Look, she doesn't know that much about Jules, but someone whose response to a child screaming is screaming in sympathy...

[failgoyle]

"A what now?"

Worse than proper immersion, the entire game is done in a retro style with blocky 8-bit graphics. Super primitive.

"Of course he was screaming!" Squeak knows what Jules is about.

"You were screaming, too!" Jules shoots back.

"Because you were falling out of the sky and landing on me!"

[runs]

She means to answer, but the conversation has her cheer up a bit, because it is funny, and Cynthia just looks forth and back between them.

"Do you always scream when something happens then, too?" That's addressed at Squeak.

[failgoyle]

"Yes!" Jules is answering.

"No!" Squeak is protesting for the sake of his dignity--it's very hard to keep one's dignity when one is just a little lump of a computer mouse.

[runs]

"It's okay." She unfolds a bit to get up and reach over to pet Squeak. "That just makes you look like you belong together." She's grinning as she says it, but she is actually semi-serious. ...And has forgotten a good teal of her upset, at least for the moment.

[failgoyle]

"Hmph." At least Squeak seems to appreciate the petting as much as a lump of metal can. His ropy wirelike tail is waving around in appreciation.

[runs]

She'll keep petting the Pogemon and look over at Cynthia, and then at Jules. "...This room looks like something Leo would like."

[failgoyle]

"Then he's got good taste." Works for Jules.

[runs]

"...he's rich and likes electronics." She's not sure what that's got to do with taste. "Or I mean, his parents are rich. ...Both versions of them."

[failgoyle]

"Hey, my parents were well off, and I like electronics." Nothing wrong with that. "We'd probably get along."

[runs]

"...You probably would." And there's so much judgement in that comment.

"He found someone to get rid of his fetch the moment he realized that that was an option because he couldn't deal with not being rich." Look, she gets the basic sentiment there, but if your priority is that you don't know how to deal without being a trust fund baby (not entirely, because Leo did in fact do some work for his parents company, but something similar enough), she feels like you should look at your priorities. Okay. She's being unfair here. "And because his fetch was about to get married." That one, on the other hand, seems fairly sensible to her.

[failgoyle]

"Oooooh." Jules winces. "I got lucky; my Fetch was a moron and managed to get himself killed in an accident involving cleaning supplies. And I guess...in a way, it was kind of a relief. He hadn't done anything other than die, so it's not like I had a screwed-up life to go back to." He shakes his head. "But married, man, I'd panic too."

[runs]

She shrugs. "Mine was still around. But she was of a different age," as Jules knows, considering that he met her, "so there was no point in doing anything either way."

[failgoyle]

"Still...that's hard to come back to. Like coming back's not hard enough without realizing you've been replaced or you're dead and nothing's easy anymore..." Jules looks pained.

[runs]

"It sucks when everything thinks you're dead, too." She nods and then reaches out, giving Jules a quick hug around the waist. Those things suck, no matter how they turn out, really. Because even if you can return to your old life one way or the other, you're not the same person anymore and nobody can know. It's not strictly better.

[failgoyle]

He's going to pat her on the back and kind of awkwardly return that hug. He's not used to hugs and such. "Everything sucks, pretty much." And that's why he's Winter Court.

[runs]

She doesn't do hugging a lot, but she does it when it's needed, and this seemed like a time that calls for it. ...But she doesn't think that being that negative is conductive to anything.

"That's why you make the best of it and try to get in a kick at the shins of the people who make it suck that much on the way." (And that is why she is Summer Court.) She gives him a pat somewhere on his arm before pulling away. "Or at least get some of the spoils." Robin Hood is nice, but sometimes you need to be practical.

[failgoyle]

He just sighs, because that answer was indeed so very Summer. "Not all of us are cut out to do that shin-kicking. Some of us just try to keep our heads down and carry on, you know?"

[runs]

"I'm sure you can some shin-kicking, too. Just maybe less directly." Use your computer skills to control some places automatic gates and bring down a heavy lot of iron gates on someone, Jules. C'mon, it's not that complicated.

[failgoyle]

"I don't like direct, I like quiet." Which is rich, coming from a guy who yells as loudly as he does every time he gets even a little scared. "Easier just to...let someone else take care of the problem."

[runs]

"But other people will fuck up taking care of your problems half the time." She's not at all above letting specialists handle special things. She'd not even dream of trying to deal with Matrix issues or guys with heavy guns storming towards you herself, for example. But if you can take care of it yourself?

"And it's fun to do it yourself." That's half of her motivation for ...really, most of anything. Curiosity and "it sounds fun".