Open!! Princess would like to steal that lap. :3c?

[mtsilver_conquor]

Who: Eva + Khardeen. Eva and You. Princess and you?
What: Eva and Khardeen have a chat. Eva fiddles with the Welcome Leaflets in prep for new arrivals; and Princess is Sassy. also that's his laundry basket now.
Where: Various.
When: Egret 28-30
Warnings: see subject lines.

Closed: Khardeen (day 28, morning)
She'd managed to beg off any explanations until today, which was good. She'd needed the day to decompress and get her head back on straight. It wasn't as straight as it could be, but she was doing better than two nights ago. It'd taken the whole day and she was not ashamed she'd spent it in leaf-print PJs and a cloak with a pillow or two that had been liberally hugged. Honestly, it'd been a day well spent and a needed break for her mind.

Now it was to deal with the donphan in the room. - Which is why she'd grabbed a thermos or two of tea and a plate of food and headed to find Khardeen. Was she looking forward to the topic? Oh hell no. But she'd promised and Eva as, if nothing else, some who kept them.

"Hey, got a moment or two? I've some explanations for you."


Standard Car- OTA
Eva is very prompt to make herself at home on one of the tables in the Standard Car in the coming days, and gives absolutely zero cares she very much stands out -she is, after all, dressed in what looks suspiciously like stolen clothing from the aborted mission. None of it is orange, and most of it's actually in greeny-browns tones outside the vibrant blue sash she's sporting. Eva doesn't care if she's called out- it feels good to be in something other than PJs or trainclothes thank you very much.

Though, if that doesn't get attention, she's covered the table in paper, be it from her notebook or welcome leaflets in the process of being edited yet again, or what looks like some sort of calendar (or two...) in the making. The first one -the nonpersonal one- will later be pinned up next to all the ICPs.

Now and again, though, she does flag down somebody. "Hey. Do you mind giving this a look over?"


Princess- Anywhere, OTA. (Eva by calling her)
There is a bored fairy-type pokemon on the train, and for those who can sense it, there's a feeling of coiled power within; he is level 80 after all and impossibly stronger than he looks. One of the strongest pokemon in the universe. And Eva's turned him loose with a strip of cloth tied to the collar that says 'if he's too annoying, call for Iden'no Eva.'. Because of course she has when she trusts the fairy.

The fabric is annoying but after a few rounds of scratching, Princess doesn't seem to mind and heads off in search of his own entertainment- AKA You. Princess isn't picky.

Sassy Smug Highlights include:
--Begging for food from the kitchen -he's cute :3c? (and, as people sould know by now, eats anything and everything)
--smugly camping out in various laundry baskets (clean, dirty, empty. Does not matter. They are his now)
--Cat-loafing on a table. Any table. You mean it wasn't designed for him? Too bad. He's here now. Deal with it. :3
--Chairs too, though more likely to hide under them and try and trip people up via telekinesis on shoes/pants. As long as it doesn't seriously hurt people, he will pull pranks where he can. He is a fairy after all.
--Any open laps on people who look like they'd give good scratches. Or people he knows by scent. Laps are laps after all.
--Or maybe he's Singing. Because you know, it's fun cause people to randomly drift off, or take a nap.
--He's stolen a beanbag and won't give it up. The smuggest pokemon ever.

Of course, that doesn't mean he can't be found with his human, be it hiding behind her skirts or taking over her lap so she can't work. The clefairy doesn't seem to care. Though, some may catch them napping in the Game Car at night, Eva sprawled out against a beanbag yet somehow curled around her pokemon.

If disturbed, they both look up with an uncanny blink and Eva curls defensively around the clefairy. "Hmm?"

Comments

PRINCESS (capitalization fully intentional)

[iamnotgod]

Not only does Webmind have a lap now, he is the ultimate laptop computer.

What else is the Internet for but a room for a view of pets, after all? And while Pokemon are monsters, not pets, they still qualify.

How the fairy pokemon found Webmind at the ICP in the Games carriage isn't a surprise, but Webmind himself is surprised.

Sometimes, more often than not, he wishes this train did have cameras. He misses having that level of access and awareness.

"Well, hello," he says, looking down in bemusement.

"What brings you down here?"

He's not expecting an answer, not really, but he can no longer tell what to expect anymore.

:3c

[mtsilver_conquor]

Ears flick as the pokemon stares at the robot as if he can understand the words. He can; he's smarter than one would expect, but still very much an animal at the end of the day.

That said, there's a sniff. The another, as if the pokemon is trying to get a good bead on this... weird not person. Who smells like Train but not like Person.

Weird.

Re: :3c

[iamnotgod]

Webmind chuffs, more for the Pokemon's benefit than his own, before returning to his coding work on the ICP.

"A pleasure to meet you, to be sure," he says, because outright ignoring Princess seems like a bad idea.

"Make yourself comfortable."

It was just the sort of thing people seemed to say; it applied well enough here, to Webmind's way of thinking.

Re: :3c

[mtsilver_conquor]

If there is a lap to sit on, of course he's making himself at home.

And by that, we mean making it near impossible to work because excuse you? pets? now please. He's the Most Important Thing in the room. Pay attention!!!

Before he decides it'd be hilarious to see what he can telekinesis off the weird not human.

[iamnotgod]

Given the nature of Webmind's connection to the ICP, now, of course there can be pets!

Until the interface gets finicky and demands on-hand attention; now he can understand just how annoying debugging is supposed to be for humans...

"Please don't," he says quietly, just above a mutter, and gives Princess a boop on the nose with one of those hands. "I don't fully understand yet how I got in this body, I haven't made a plan for handling what I would do here back out of it!"

A dark admission, not something he'd vent to just anyone about, but he speaks of it relatively lightly to the fairy-mon.

Standard Car (Princess can bug Nita if he wants!)

[unfavorableinstigation]

It's not odd for Nita to be in this car at all, though instead of the books Eva's work is what's caught her eye today.

"Those days marked in green... are those platform days?" she asks.

"Domino's only got one, though. What happened there?"

Or was that an error? If it was, Nita would apologize.

[mtsilver_conquor]

She nods.

"I wasn't here for it, so I don't know when things happened, and I'd rather not assume too much," Eva says with a short shrug.

"Could you fill me in?"

[unfavorableinstigation]

Oh right.

"That would've been when I showed up, then," Nita replies, reaching over to tap '16 Domino' with a finger.

"That was the day and month on the ICP screens, anyway. There were- geeze there were a lot of us. I'd say over twenty? And my sister Dairine showed up at the same time, so that was a surprise..."

If only in comparison with Nautilus.

[mtsilver_conquor]

Eva goes over the date with a green pencil.

"Twenty? That's... that's a lot."

Another piece of paper and she's making a note of the number.

eva/both?

[blue_ice]

It's the game car. It's his domain. Kaiba is busy cataloging what they have, shuffling boxes on shelves when he hears a soft snore.

They're in his way. But he's not about to risk moving them, so he plops down on the next chair and spreads his deck on the table, carefully inspecting each card for damage.

He hums quietly to himself, almost subconsciously as he looks up at them for a second. "Cute."

[mtsilver_conquor]

Ears flick as a sleepy - then suddenly alert- head lifts to stare at Kaiba, as if wondering what the man's doing. It's night, isn't is? shouldn't he be in bed?

Well, technically they should be too, but not like the pokemon's complaining about the snuggle time - going so far as to flop himself over Eva, who groans, but doesn't wake. Guarding, really, but he knows Eva likes this human.

But, well. Princess is a fairy and what his sleeping trainer doesn't know, she can't stop. :3c

His eyes take on a faint pink glow characteristic of Telekinesis- and well. One of those cards is going to float in the air for a bit. Just because.

Good luck getting the card to budge from where it's being held, Kaiba.

[blue_ice]

"What the..."

Kaiba frowns and reaches for the card. It stays put. He tugs on it.. No movement.

Saggi the Dark Clown is just kinda chilling there, saying hey with its creepy face. A frustrated human drops his voice to a whisper.

"Could you drop it? I'm trying to work here."

[mtsilver_conquor]

If anything, the glow continues and Princess seems to smile, eyes glinting mischief.

Just because his human likes you doesn't mean you're safe from a fairy, Kaiba.

Princess in the greenhouse

[sendiintheclown]

As had become his habit, Trowa was sitting in a corner of the greenhouse reading. He was vaguely aware of eyes on him as he turned the page, so he glanced over the top of the medical book he was studying. "Hello there. You're Princess, right?" He raised the book a little higher and crossed his legs, making his lap more welcoming to the pokemon. "If you'd like some company, you're welcome to come sit with me."

[mtsilver_conquor]

Lap obtained!

The clefairy settles onto it with a smug look, heedless that at around 7.5kg, he's actually pushing the weight limit for lap-mon. Good human. He thinks he likes you. Possibly.

Time will tell. For now, you may commence with the pets.

[sendiintheclown]

The pokemon was heavier than Trowa thought, but he'd been laid on by full grown lions. With a smile, he began to stroke Princess's fur as he kept reading. The pink fur was indeed very soft, and he was finding it hard to stay focused on the book in his hand.

[mtsilver_conquor]

A thrum-purr soon starts up as the fairy reveals in the attention, though the petting isn't so distracting as to really tame the pokemon. That's reserved for Eva (that and he knows she doesn't put up with his antics.)

Not when his eyes take on a faint pink glow characteristic of Telekinesis- and that book is going to float in the air for a bit. Just because.

Good luck getting it to budge, though.

Princess in the kitchen begging for food

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin comes into the kitchen with his mop and bucket and starts swabbing the floor energetically, dipping the mop in the bucket, swishing the water across the floor, mopping it up, wringing out the mop, etc.

Suddenly he turns around and sees Princess. "Hello?" He smiles.

[mtsilver_conquor]

The fairy cocks his head, blinks at the elf- then it's but a single leap before he's in front of a fridge and pawing it with a plaintively sad 'riiiii?'

He's hungry. Please feed him???

[so_dark_a_road]

Curufin smiles at the cute fairy, recognizing him as one of Eva's pokemons, of course.

He opens the refrigerator door and looks at what is in there. Then he collects some of everything and puts it all on a large plate, which he brings to the counter. He pulls up one of the new stools he modified at Glorfindel's request. They can be raised or lowered, and so he adjusts it to a good height for Princess.

"Hop up here, Princess, and eat all you want. I'll get you more if it isn't enough."

[mtsilver_conquor]

A well-trained elf. Very good. Much love. Much foods. The best elf.

He takes to the stool, but then - he's up on the counter, because excuse you, eating from a stool (even if it ends up level with said counter)? no?

Counters are where it's at for face stuffing, and there's no Eva to scold him. :3c

[sell_tickets]

Khary was in the Standard car, cooking. A cutting board was floating in front of him with some onions and his knife, all shielded so that there were no fumes to make anyone cry. The largest pot that he could find was floating over the aisle, with several tongues of floating fire under it as it slowly turned. He was taking a break between onions, sipping a laced coffee. He glanced up when she spoke and nodded. "Shall I vanish this and we can go somewhere else?" he offered, face more serious that it usually was.

[mtsilver_conquor]

Eva offers a small smile - and silent prayers they get another kitchen car soon.

"Yeah. There's things other people don't need to know."

And as careful with her words as she will be, she knows she's said enough on pokemon that certain facts, if they get out, could -would- put her world in a Very Bad Light. "One of the cabins in the Quiet Car?"

[sell_tickets]

"Alright," he said. The pot, the fire, the cutting board, the knife the veg... all of it vanishes, called away into his private storage space. He stood and nodded for her to lead the way. Usually he'd have offered an arm but the aisles were not quite wide enough for that, and while he could pass through the seats, if he cared to make the effort, he was not going to change cars that way.

[mtsilver_conquor]

Eva leads them to one of the Quiet Car and enters first, all but falling into a seat closest to the window. Not that she looks at it; she doesn't need the headache on top of what is going to be a monumental effort on her part not to clam up.

Her words are clinical when she speaks, devoid of emotion, but utterly honest. "You mentioned the Twisted Kingdom. I'm guessing that's your name for PTSD. Shellshock. Traumashock. But this after the event. Be it days, weeks, months years- when things -and it can be anything, really, remind you of it and trigger a... a flashback of sorts."

She sighs and curls up in on herself. "I'd come out of a nightmare memory and hadn't fully had time to process it. Your anger reminded me of another. Another who very nearly did kill me that night. It is not your fault. You couldn't have known."