Stop Having Fun, Guys

[failgoyle]

[It doesn't take all that long after the return to Liminal Space before someone starts flipping out over the psychic network. The only delay might possibly be his trying to figure out how to do this, a few particulars about his new surroundings, and getting his thoughts in order, though it's not like he spent that much time on the latter.]

Okay, you know what? You know what? Everyone who told me this wasn't the work of the True Fae was wrong. So, so wrong! Stop deluding yourselves! I don't care what you call 'em, Trumps or whatever, they're still True Fae! Then there's goblin fruit all over the damn place in here, and if that's not more evidence this is all the work of the True Fae, then I don't know what is! There is nothing that exists out there that thinks this sort of screwing around with people's heads and bodies and making random people think they're something else entirely and leaving freaking magic fruit lying around is a good idea!

Because giving a guy a pop-off arm and genetic hallucinations and hallucinations from all the pop-off arm and all the other tech is just such a great idea to someone out there, sure, sure. Hell, is this even happening right now? Are we even really back? Or am I just dreaming all this again? Because that's totally a thing that could be happening right now! I could be ignoring something on fire and venting us all into space for this!

And I still have the damn arm! Loose. Sitting here. My flesh-and-blood one came back. So if anyone needs a hand, there you go. There you go.

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[failgoyle]

Well, neither could I, but...it's a thing now.

[There is a very long pause.]

Yeah. It is. Can't turn it off. I just look normal.

[wholeheaded]

...oh.

[ ah.]

Is it d-- [ dangerous? ] something you'd rather not discuss publicly?

[failgoyle]

It's...ah...awkward...

[wholeheaded]

[ somehow he suspected as much. ]

Okay. If you wanna talk about it I'm still a decent listener.

[failgoyle]

Oh, sure. It's just not something I want to go screaming to everyone, you know?

[wholeheaded]

Yeah. Well, I'm one of those lucky folks that can make rooms, so... look for this door. [ he briefly switches to a visual link. ] I'll be around for a while.

just going to shift to action...

[failgoyle]

Oh! Oh, okay, thanks!

[And in a little while, there will be a knock on that door.]

can do!

[wholeheaded]

[ and the door opens into an airy sitting room with a chaise lounge and bookshelves and a view from the window which slightly resemble belle epoque Paris with a more fanciful twist. ]

[ but first and foremost there's Ambrose, who opens the door and smiles a little sheepishly before gesturing inside. ]

Hi, welcome to my little piece of home. Feeling any better since everyone got a turn telling you to calm down?

[ the Travelers mean well but... ]

[failgoyle]

[He's just going to kind of rubberneck around there for a little bit as he walks inside.]

Nice place.

[Nicer than anywhere he's been hanging around lately, anyway.]

And...ah...I'm tired of yelling, if that counts for anything.

[wholeheaded]

[ Ambrose nods, appreciating the compliment and stepping aside to let Jules roam as he pleases. it's tiny as far as created rooms go but... it serves. he snorts wryly at the reply and takes a seat. ]

It does. Your own yelling or folks yelling at you? Or both?

[failgoyle]

Yes.

[Both. Definitely both. Jules takes a seat of his own, but thanks to the fact that he's agitated and distracted, does so in the most absentminded manner possible--which, for him, means perching on the back of a chair like a total weirdo.]

[wholeheaded]

[ ...okay. Ambrose's brows raise slightly as Jules takes his perch and he settles back into his chair. ]

Everybody's gotan opinion, and unfortunately without practice it's hard to tune them all out. You'll get the hang of it. [ and he has to ask,with a little gesture to the other man's pose. ] Is that... how you're most comfortable?

[failgoyle]

I guess...

[He has now suddenly realized exactly how he is not sitting in that chair, and he looks quite guilty as he freezes. It's almost statuelike, the way he freezes.]

...kinda?

I can, er, get down.

[Just...going to slowly inch on down into that chair like a normal person now, yes, normal, perfectly normal, really.]

[wholeheaded]

You don't have t-- okay. [ fine, sure, let's go with it. ] You can sit however you like, really. So, ah... you wanted to talk about your transformation?

[ he's not positive Julesdoes but Ambrose thinks maybe he ought to. also Ambrose's writer JUST realized he was supposed to be in blue Gorgon-robot mode still but forogt so let's let that slide. ]

[failgoyle]

Nah, it's alright, alright.

[He eases down into the seat.]

I...guess?

I'm a Lurkglider. That's...kind of like a gargoyle, but not really? I mean, we're different. I'm not made of stone or anything.

Used to be human, though. That got taken away when I got taken to Faerie.