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Post by Greenie on Apr 20, 2008 22:58:15 GMT -5
"Sweet!" Sae said, grinning, "Let's go then!" She poked at the girl until she began moving.
Saethre had to wonder what kind of family rapist had, if she was a rapist, had moving hair and firmly attached herself to dead bunnies that were randomly squished by fat men in the streets. Probably more normal than her's, at least! Sae kind of doubted that rapist had two gay brothers, one of which had weird mindy-powers and wore a girly necklace, the second being a bit of a pushover sometimes, and a third brother with fairy wings and freakin' weird feelers on his head. Oh, and a third eye. Can't forget the trio on his forehead.
And two moms! One of which was a joker (Saethre was very proud of herself for figuring that out all on her own, since Vessatha was firmly in denial about it) and the other a jack in the court of spades.
Yep. Weird family.
Can't get any weirder, PSH.
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Post by Bee on Apr 20, 2008 23:10:05 GMT -5
It didn't take them very long to reach the large, grungy-looking apartment complex that Helena had called home for her entire life. The entire neighborhood looked decidedly shifty, and as soon as the sun set, she knew that a bunch of unsavory types were going to be showing their faces, vandalizing things and kidnapping and knifing each other and all the fun stuff that gangs got up too.
Most of them stayed away from the apartment, though, except for the odd newbie who would try to break in to prove himself as wicked hardcore to his fellow delinquints. The crazy of the Eumeleia-D'Alessio household was well-known, and respected.
Helena pushed open the front door with enthusiasm. Simcha bounced eagerly on her head, clearly wanting to meet the family she was to be joining. "Mom!" she called. "Mom, I have new friends! Everyone come and say hello!"
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Post by Bee on Apr 20, 2008 23:21:59 GMT -5
 Mnem had been quite contently sipping at her second martini and flipping through some recently-acquired lesbian erotica when she heard the shrill tones of her eldest girlchild. Whenever that girl left the house, Mnem hoped that she would be abducted or the victim of a random spree killing, but she never had any luck. She reluctantly put the book down. She wanted to see the sort Helena called a "friend." If the "friends" were even here willingly. Downstairs, she was greeted by the sight of her daughter, a little otter, and something dead and green sitting on her daughter's head. Goddamnit. She wished she hadn't left the drink upstairs. "Are you sure you didn't kidnap them?" she said irately. She had been torn about from perfectly good reading material for this. She looked at the otter. "You're not here against your will, are you? Because your captor is a bit of a dim bulb. Point her in the direction of a relatively attractive male and you can make your escape. Would anyone like some vodka?" |
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Post by Greenie on Apr 20, 2008 23:27:30 GMT -5
Saethre eagerly trooped after Helena into her home, and plopped herself down on the ground next to the girl once they were inside and in front of a very tall, brightly-colored woman. She kind of looked like Mommy Quinn when she was feeling particularly happy or wanted to sex up Mommy Vessa, but Sae had a feeling that this woman looked like this all the time.
AWESOMESAUCE.
And she was even talking to Saethre! "Sure, why not? Wouldn't you follow a random rapist with a dead rabbit and moving hair to her house?" Saethre asked, mostly in the rhetoric. "As for some vodka, I'd love some!" She stated, then climbed into a kitchen chair and blinked expectantly at the two of them (three if you counted the rabbit) with a toothy grin.
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Post by Bee on Apr 21, 2008 18:12:15 GMT -5
Helena was quite happy that Sae knew exactly how she was but followed her home regardless. She had met a lot of people who tended to harshly judge her behavior toward men; a couple had even had her arrested, and she hadn't made any friends in jail either. "Bitch is crazy," most of them would say, and sink into the corners of their cells, out of Helena's sight, and pretend to be asleep, or dead. But she had a feeling that she had just made two enduring friends today. This was the best day ever.
"Mom," she said. The Hair waved the bunny around a bit. "This is Simcha! We accidentally got her killed, but then we rescued her." She made the Hair waggle one of Simcha's tiny paws in greeting. Somewhere in the back of her head, she heard a faint little mewling noise. She didn't think Simcha liked Mom.
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Post by Bee on Apr 21, 2008 18:20:04 GMT -5
Mnem looked at Helena blankly, bottle of vodka in hand. She wondered idly if bashing her in the head with it would finally knock some sense into her. Probably not. And it would be a waste of perfectly good alcohol.
"Darling," she said, with a raised eyebrow, "I'm not sure if you've realized this--and likely you haven't--but that's a pelt. That rabbit's been dead for quite some time, like most of your brain cells." And her own capacity for parental love. But she wasn't quite sure that had ever been alive to begin with. She poured herself some vodka over ice. She felt like straight shots would be the best way to go. "Now, if you would be so kind, get that wretched thing off your head."
She looked at the eager otter. "Would you like it straight, dear? Or perhaps mixed up in a screwdriver? Appletini? Paralyzer? Your options are endless."
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Post by Greenie on Apr 21, 2008 22:03:20 GMT -5
Saethre nodded obediently along with Helena. "We did. There was this fat guy, but we dealt with him. Simcha is very cute, no?" She stated, grinning innocently up at Mnem. It was clear there were some very interesting dynamics here, but this had yet to reach the monumental amusement proportions that watching her Mommies had.
"Simmy dear is not a pelt! She might not precisely be living, but she is definitely sentient. Right, rapist?" As soon as Mnem's head was turned she nodded vigourously, intending for Helena to follow suit--and stopped when Mnem looked her way again.
Subtley. Yay.
"Well I can't say I've ever had any before, Mommy Quinn usually only gives me beer, so whatever you think tastes best." She said vaguely, since she didn't know what any of the things Mnem had rattled off entailed. Appletini? Did.. they take apples and put it in vodka? Didn't that taste nasty?
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Post by Bee on Apr 21, 2008 22:26:41 GMT -5
Helena nodded along so vigorously to Sae's words that she thought her head might pop right off and go rolling across the floor. She was quite thankful to have an ally. Most of the time, when she went up against Mom, she had only her wits on her side, and that never really did her much good, especially since Mom was very creatively mean. There was no way to beat that kind of malice. Not even crying worked.
"Simcha speaks to me all the time," she asserted, given more confidence by the presence of another person. She was sure that Mom wasn't going to throw a martini glass at her with another person in the room. Pretty sure, anyway. "It's in kind of a baby language, but there's definitely some commucation going on there. And she loves me. I can feel it. Can I have some vodka too?"
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Post by Bee on Apr 21, 2008 22:42:12 GMT -5
Mnem grabbed some lichido and some cranberry juice and made her a red lotus. There was nothing wrong with beer, but Mnem preferred hard liquor. Or, at the very least, some pansy bar drinks to kick back with, hence the fondness for the appletini. She pushed the glass at Sae.
"Drink up!" She turned back to her spawn, who was spouting even more nonsense. "I don't think you need to muddle your brain any more than it's already been muddled. I believe you're projecting the voices in your head onto a dead thing." She smiled almost sweetly. "But because you seem so very attached to, I shall offer a compromise: you carry it around with you. For two days. If you have not found a suitable and very hidden place for it by then, I shall tear it off your head and slap you with it until you cry." She glanced at Sae again. "How's the drink, darling?"
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Post by Greenie on Apr 21, 2008 22:49:22 GMT -5
"See?" Saethre said vaguely again. "Sim talks to her, therefore must exist in some level of reality. It makes perfect sense." She nodded politely, and accepted the drink Mnem handed to her. The otter had no idea when she'd gotten so experienced in touting such obvious bullshit, but no doubt it came from living with Harlequinn and a reincarnation of her with an extra eye.
Saethre frowned at Mnem's words. "So if she successfully hides it from you within two days, she gets to keep it?" She asked, trying her best to be logical. The other side of her heritage: a very nitpicky ferret. Freakin' weird genes.
At the mention of the drink, she looked down to see that it was half-gone already. "Good!" She paused, considering, "How many of these would it take to get me drunk?"
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