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And everything's back to normal. ...sort of.
In which ickleMary and ickleTiresias argue, fight, readultify, decide that all of this has been an Experience and they'll discuss it later, since Mary is decidedly less than amused with Styx.
IckleMary: *... sitting around somewhere. probably looks rather on the sulky side, due to boredom*
ickleTi: *as he has been doing since discovering the puppy, runs in with the dog on his heels, is tripped and slides across the floor in a tangle of child and pup* *what an entrance*
IckleMary: *notices the Ti and puppy caused commotion* *hops up to stand over them, frowning* That was clumsy of you.
ickleTi: *sticks his tongue out at her before he can think about it* 's Sophocles' fault. He's blind and he hasn't learned to compensate for it yet.
IckleMary: What're you doing with a blind dog, anyway? *is sekkritly curious about the puppy, but not letting on*
ickleTi: He's mine! *untangles self from said puppy* A guy who says he's one of our sons told me so.
IckleMary: *frowns sulkily* That's stupid. I don't know how a dog's any good if you have to teach it to get around being blind first.
ickleTi: *narrows his eyes at her* Shows what you know. If he can get around being blind then he can learn to do all sorts of stuff.
IckleMary: But normal dogs could learn to do all that stuff earlier. 's not a practical use of time.
ickleTi: So what if -you- don't think it's practical. *totally not pouting at all, honest* -You're- not the one training him. He's -my- dog and if I want a blind dog I can have one.
IckleMary: *glarifies* I guess even boys who seem smart are all the same. You just do stupid things because you /want/ to. *air of feminine superiority, or something. not so threatening from a little girl*
Zaknafein: *hiss, feminine superiori-wait. not in this conversation.*
ickleTi: *glareglare, which isn't terribly effective since he's still sitting on the floor* Just 'cause it's not easy and you don't think it's practical doesn't mean it's stupid.
IckleMary: Oh really? Then what is it? *looking down on people is fun, isn't it? oh, yes, 'tis.*
ickleTi: It's a challenge! *clambers to his feet and grr, stupid girl*
IckleMary: I bet I could think of better challenges than that.
ickleTi: *childish scowl* Of course you could because you can -always- thinking of something better. Because I'm the little one and I'm the boy so that means I -have- to be stupid, doesn't it?
IckleMary: *attempts to look pitying, but just ends up looking sulky again* What else am supposed to think if that's what you're proving?
ickleTi: *glareglareglare* How am I proving it? Nobody else thinks I'm stupid. Just you.
IckleMary: Who else've you talked to, then? And don't say your parents. Lots of parents think their kids are smart when they're not.
ickleTi: None of the people who are supposed to be our kids have thought I was stupid.
IckleMary: They're probably scared you'll hurt them when you're big again.
ickleTi: I probably would but that's not the point. I'm -not- stupid. Maybe -you're- the stupid one and that's why you think -I- am.
IckleMary: No one's said I'm stupid either, except you. None of that proves anything. But you having a blind dog that you trip over /does/ prove something.
ickleTi: What's it prove except that he's a puppy and we were playing?
IckleMary: A dog like that could really hurt you, and then you wouldn't be able to do anything fun. That's not smart at all.
ickleTi: If he hurt me it'd be my own fault and then you -could- call me stupid instead of just saying I'm stupid when I'm not even playing rough with him or anything. I get hurt more by my brothers than I have by the dog.
IckleMary: That depends on what you call playing rough. It didn't look safe at all.
ickleTi: *eyeroll* Well, where's the fun in playing -safe- anyway? It's no fun if it isn't dangerous at least a little.
IckleMary: Sometimes you're in danger a little to get better, but you don't get better if you can't do anything. *this is what we'd like to call a steadily degenerating argument, oh yes* *glares, for good measure*
ickleTi: But I could get hurt by accident just as bad as by being stupid so I'd rather it be because of something I -chose- to do. *fists on hips and glare*
IckleMary: But if it made you get hurt, then chosing it wasn't a good idea. Anyway, if you're careful there's not as much chance something'll happen by accident. *glarification^2*
ickleTi: If it's really an -accident- then you can be as careful as you want and it'll still happen. Papa says an accident is something that all the care in the world couldn't prevent. Most things people call accidents should just be called mistakes.
IckleMary: *is mildly taken aback by that argument, but is just going to plow on* How do you know your dad's right?
ickleTi: *leans forward a little, looking highly determined* How would you know if he was wrong?
IckleMary: *scowls* Well, he's /your/ father, so why would I think he was right?
ickleTi: Because it makese -sense-! And you can't prove he's wrong! *apparently has far less patience as a child, go figure*
IckleMary: Maybe you just think it makes sense because you want it to. *has far less reasoning abilities as child, as you'd expect* And if he's wrong about you being smart, then he's probably wrong about lots of other things, too.
ickleTi: He's not wrong about me being smart! I haven't done -anything- really -stupid-! You just keep -saying- I'm stupid!
IckleMary: You don't /act/ like you're smart, so what'm I supposed to think? *we are exagerating, but angry kids are angry kids*
ickleTi: *frustratedflailychild* How have I acted stupid, huh?
IckleMary: You had a gun out when adults were around. They could have taken it away from you. *not happy with this argument at all, and balling fists by now*
ickleTi: But they didn't! The one guy acted like he was going to be he -didn't.- *has his fists down by his sides now, too*
IckleMary: But they /could/ have. What would you do /then/? *glarification*
ickleTi: I wouldn't have -let- them. I don't just carry a gun around, y'know. I had to know how to -use- it before Papa let me keep it, remember?
IckleMary: But there were more of /them/ than you, and if you'd shot some they'd all have been after you.
ickleTi: But I -didn't- and -they- didn't so it wasn't a mistake so what does it matter? And it's over with anyway and none of your business. *ever so viciously pokes her shoulder or something*
IckleMary: It's /going/ to be my business when I'm big! And don't /touch/ me. *whacks the side of his head*
ickleTi: Ow! *scowls and shoves her* Well, it's not your business right -now-!
IckleMary: *shoves back* That's not the /point/.
ickleTi: *shoves again* What -is- the point?
IckleMary: *shoves with all her small-child-ish might* That you didn't /think/.
ickleTi: *and goes crashing to the floor, kicks her on the way down and...totally adultifies while sliding ever so gracelessly into a wall...headfirst*
IckleMary: *kicked, and probably topples over with the momentum of the shoving, and ... also adultifies, just in time to slam into the ground*
ickleTi: *mutters something that was totally not in English as he sits up and rubs at his head, then glances over at Mary and this would be a really funny expression as he remembers -everything- from the kiddified experience* ......
IckleMary: *slowly sits up, looking back at Ti* .....*ellipsing*
* IckleMary is now known as MaryHades
* ickleTi is now known as Tiresias
Tiresias: *yes, ellipsing like a champion* ..........am I to take it from your reaction that I did not, in fact, just hallucinate the past few days?
MaryHades: *heavy duty ellipsing here; better get Pac Man* ........I will assume the same, mainly becasue I do not believe I would have been able to fabricate /that/ from the depths of an psychosis.
MaryHades: *any
* FemmeRaphael is now known as Pac-Man
Pac-Man: *zooms about eating the ellipsing*
MaryHades: [..XDD]
Tiresias: *looks down at the very confused looking puppy currently investigating him and mutters* Good to know. *we are now going to stand because lying sprawled on the floor is lessthandignified*
MaryHades: *will pull herself to her feet rather slowly* Oh, yes, most reassuring. *sigh* I never want to be anywhere near that young again.
Tiresias: Personally, I don't recall being terribly impressed with that age the first time around. *shall pretend that he's simply brushing himself off instead of keeping a slightly curious eye on his wife now* Well, that was all mildly embarrassing.
MaryHades: *probably returning similarly disguised glances* Rather, and midly only because I doubt any of the children would dare to bring up the subject. *slight, wry smile*
MaryHades: *mildly
Tiresias: They will, however, likely take whatever they learned as personal knowledge and run with it. *crouches down again to scratch Sophocles' ears and glances up at her after a pause, no talking around the point* Exactly how much of that entire mess do you remember?
MaryHades: To my considerable dismay, I recall every bit of it. And you?
Tiresias: I'm afraid I'll have to admit to the same.
MaryHades: Wonderful. I wonder how we shall look back on this experience with the benefit of hindsight.
* Pac-Man is now known as Styx
Tiresias: Personally, I believe I'll take some comfort in looking upon it as a learning experience. *glances over at Styx* ...hm.
MaryHades: Learning that not even the most innocent objects is harmless here, among other things. *ah, a Styx, just the child we wanted to see! funny how that happens* ...Styx.
Styx: ...*nervousnervousrevolution, but /can't/ just turn and flee, really* ...Mum~
Styx: (-- ...Styx, stop trying to be evil by using tildes. It doesn't work. *!)
MaryHades: I thought we might have ourselves a conversation. What do you say? *empty smile Styx should probably recognize as nothing good*
Styx: *....we're going to die, aren't we?* ...Of course. *-- ha, scared to pieces? where?*
Tiresias: *looks slightly amused* You know, I believe I'll leave you to it. *nods to Mary* We'll speak later, or so I'll assume.
MaryHades: *no! what makes you think that?* *to Ti* Oh, yes. This shall not take long. *starts walking off towards a far corner, obviously hinting that Styx is meant to follow*
Tiresias: *nods and is going to take the puppy out for a bit while his wife and son have their Talk*
Styx: *...the fact that Mama Hades is scary and the typist /really wants him to die/?* *follows like a good, well-behaved s:kicked puppy/s: son*
* Tiresias is now known as Ti-out
MaryHades: *too bad. unless he dies of fright, which is all together a possibility* Now, as I think you are aware, your father and I have recently had an experience of strange variety. These things do tend to alter one's views subtly. *perfectly calm and level, as usual*
Styx: *...we hope so* ...*just nods, apparently*
MaryHades: Very well. It has forced me to re-evaluate my stance on certain issues. Of particular interest to you, no doubt, is the issue of your own incompetane, which I have to my shame accepted and perhaps even nurtured.
Styx: *this is barely concealed panic* -- ...Oh?
MaryHades: Yes. I know you have realized that my treatment of you has been far more lenient than that extended to your siblings. In some terms of achievement I would even be justified in placing your value below that of Lethe. Obviously, this shall need to change now.
* Armand has joined #desperatefans
Styx: *ouch. below Lethe. That /hurts/.* ...Yes, Mum.
Armand: *storms in from the porch, slamming the door* *heads for the stairs*
MaryHades: *was intending to hurt, duh* And now you will tell me, in some detail, what you intend to accomplish. I expect to see results in the very near future. I expect the mutilated corpses of children at my doorstep tomorrow, and those of grown men the day after, or something of the sort. Your plans?
Styx: *thinks a moment* ...I know of a little girl I could get to /quite/ easily. I could -- ... skin her for you?
MaryHades: *nods* That would be satisfactory to start.
Armand: *freezes and turns to listen*
Styx: It will be done, then.
MaryHades: Excellent. Good luck. *and leaves! have fun, Styx*
Armand: *stares at Styx*
Styx: *polite smile at Armand*
Armand: *looks disgusted with him and leaves the way he meant to at first*
* Armand has left #desperatefans
Styx: *-- wanders off to do his plotting thing*
IckleMary: *... sitting around somewhere. probably looks rather on the sulky side, due to boredom*
ickleTi: *as he has been doing since discovering the puppy, runs in with the dog on his heels, is tripped and slides across the floor in a tangle of child and pup* *what an entrance*
IckleMary: *notices the Ti and puppy caused commotion* *hops up to stand over them, frowning* That was clumsy of you.
ickleTi: *sticks his tongue out at her before he can think about it* 's Sophocles' fault. He's blind and he hasn't learned to compensate for it yet.
IckleMary: What're you doing with a blind dog, anyway? *is sekkritly curious about the puppy, but not letting on*
ickleTi: He's mine! *untangles self from said puppy* A guy who says he's one of our sons told me so.
IckleMary: *frowns sulkily* That's stupid. I don't know how a dog's any good if you have to teach it to get around being blind first.
ickleTi: *narrows his eyes at her* Shows what you know. If he can get around being blind then he can learn to do all sorts of stuff.
IckleMary: But normal dogs could learn to do all that stuff earlier. 's not a practical use of time.
ickleTi: So what if -you- don't think it's practical. *totally not pouting at all, honest* -You're- not the one training him. He's -my- dog and if I want a blind dog I can have one.
IckleMary: *glarifies* I guess even boys who seem smart are all the same. You just do stupid things because you /want/ to. *air of feminine superiority, or something. not so threatening from a little girl*
Zaknafein: *hiss, feminine superiori-wait. not in this conversation.*
ickleTi: *glareglare, which isn't terribly effective since he's still sitting on the floor* Just 'cause it's not easy and you don't think it's practical doesn't mean it's stupid.
IckleMary: Oh really? Then what is it? *looking down on people is fun, isn't it? oh, yes, 'tis.*
ickleTi: It's a challenge! *clambers to his feet and grr, stupid girl*
IckleMary: I bet I could think of better challenges than that.
ickleTi: *childish scowl* Of course you could because you can -always- thinking of something better. Because I'm the little one and I'm the boy so that means I -have- to be stupid, doesn't it?
IckleMary: *attempts to look pitying, but just ends up looking sulky again* What else am supposed to think if that's what you're proving?
ickleTi: *glareglareglare* How am I proving it? Nobody else thinks I'm stupid. Just you.
IckleMary: Who else've you talked to, then? And don't say your parents. Lots of parents think their kids are smart when they're not.
ickleTi: None of the people who are supposed to be our kids have thought I was stupid.
IckleMary: They're probably scared you'll hurt them when you're big again.
ickleTi: I probably would but that's not the point. I'm -not- stupid. Maybe -you're- the stupid one and that's why you think -I- am.
IckleMary: No one's said I'm stupid either, except you. None of that proves anything. But you having a blind dog that you trip over /does/ prove something.
ickleTi: What's it prove except that he's a puppy and we were playing?
IckleMary: A dog like that could really hurt you, and then you wouldn't be able to do anything fun. That's not smart at all.
ickleTi: If he hurt me it'd be my own fault and then you -could- call me stupid instead of just saying I'm stupid when I'm not even playing rough with him or anything. I get hurt more by my brothers than I have by the dog.
IckleMary: That depends on what you call playing rough. It didn't look safe at all.
ickleTi: *eyeroll* Well, where's the fun in playing -safe- anyway? It's no fun if it isn't dangerous at least a little.
IckleMary: Sometimes you're in danger a little to get better, but you don't get better if you can't do anything. *this is what we'd like to call a steadily degenerating argument, oh yes* *glares, for good measure*
ickleTi: But I could get hurt by accident just as bad as by being stupid so I'd rather it be because of something I -chose- to do. *fists on hips and glare*
IckleMary: But if it made you get hurt, then chosing it wasn't a good idea. Anyway, if you're careful there's not as much chance something'll happen by accident. *glarification^2*
ickleTi: If it's really an -accident- then you can be as careful as you want and it'll still happen. Papa says an accident is something that all the care in the world couldn't prevent. Most things people call accidents should just be called mistakes.
IckleMary: *is mildly taken aback by that argument, but is just going to plow on* How do you know your dad's right?
ickleTi: *leans forward a little, looking highly determined* How would you know if he was wrong?
IckleMary: *scowls* Well, he's /your/ father, so why would I think he was right?
ickleTi: Because it makese -sense-! And you can't prove he's wrong! *apparently has far less patience as a child, go figure*
IckleMary: Maybe you just think it makes sense because you want it to. *has far less reasoning abilities as child, as you'd expect* And if he's wrong about you being smart, then he's probably wrong about lots of other things, too.
ickleTi: He's not wrong about me being smart! I haven't done -anything- really -stupid-! You just keep -saying- I'm stupid!
IckleMary: You don't /act/ like you're smart, so what'm I supposed to think? *we are exagerating, but angry kids are angry kids*
ickleTi: *frustratedflailychild* How have I acted stupid, huh?
IckleMary: You had a gun out when adults were around. They could have taken it away from you. *not happy with this argument at all, and balling fists by now*
ickleTi: But they didn't! The one guy acted like he was going to be he -didn't.- *has his fists down by his sides now, too*
IckleMary: But they /could/ have. What would you do /then/? *glarification*
ickleTi: I wouldn't have -let- them. I don't just carry a gun around, y'know. I had to know how to -use- it before Papa let me keep it, remember?
IckleMary: But there were more of /them/ than you, and if you'd shot some they'd all have been after you.
ickleTi: But I -didn't- and -they- didn't so it wasn't a mistake so what does it matter? And it's over with anyway and none of your business. *ever so viciously pokes her shoulder or something*
IckleMary: It's /going/ to be my business when I'm big! And don't /touch/ me. *whacks the side of his head*
ickleTi: Ow! *scowls and shoves her* Well, it's not your business right -now-!
IckleMary: *shoves back* That's not the /point/.
ickleTi: *shoves again* What -is- the point?
IckleMary: *shoves with all her small-child-ish might* That you didn't /think/.
ickleTi: *and goes crashing to the floor, kicks her on the way down and...totally adultifies while sliding ever so gracelessly into a wall...headfirst*
IckleMary: *kicked, and probably topples over with the momentum of the shoving, and ... also adultifies, just in time to slam into the ground*
ickleTi: *mutters something that was totally not in English as he sits up and rubs at his head, then glances over at Mary and this would be a really funny expression as he remembers -everything- from the kiddified experience* ......
IckleMary: *slowly sits up, looking back at Ti* .....*ellipsing*
* IckleMary is now known as MaryHades
* ickleTi is now known as Tiresias
Tiresias: *yes, ellipsing like a champion* ..........am I to take it from your reaction that I did not, in fact, just hallucinate the past few days?
MaryHades: *heavy duty ellipsing here; better get Pac Man* ........I will assume the same, mainly becasue I do not believe I would have been able to fabricate /that/ from the depths of an psychosis.
MaryHades: *any
* FemmeRaphael is now known as Pac-Man
Pac-Man: *zooms about eating the ellipsing*
MaryHades: [..XDD]
Tiresias: *looks down at the very confused looking puppy currently investigating him and mutters* Good to know. *we are now going to stand because lying sprawled on the floor is lessthandignified*
MaryHades: *will pull herself to her feet rather slowly* Oh, yes, most reassuring. *sigh* I never want to be anywhere near that young again.
Tiresias: Personally, I don't recall being terribly impressed with that age the first time around. *shall pretend that he's simply brushing himself off instead of keeping a slightly curious eye on his wife now* Well, that was all mildly embarrassing.
MaryHades: *probably returning similarly disguised glances* Rather, and midly only because I doubt any of the children would dare to bring up the subject. *slight, wry smile*
MaryHades: *mildly
Tiresias: They will, however, likely take whatever they learned as personal knowledge and run with it. *crouches down again to scratch Sophocles' ears and glances up at her after a pause, no talking around the point* Exactly how much of that entire mess do you remember?
MaryHades: To my considerable dismay, I recall every bit of it. And you?
Tiresias: I'm afraid I'll have to admit to the same.
MaryHades: Wonderful. I wonder how we shall look back on this experience with the benefit of hindsight.
* Pac-Man is now known as Styx
Tiresias: Personally, I believe I'll take some comfort in looking upon it as a learning experience. *glances over at Styx* ...hm.
MaryHades: Learning that not even the most innocent objects is harmless here, among other things. *ah, a Styx, just the child we wanted to see! funny how that happens* ...Styx.
Styx: ...*nervousnervousrevolution, but /can't/ just turn and flee, really* ...Mum~
Styx: (-- ...Styx, stop trying to be evil by using tildes. It doesn't work. *!)
MaryHades: I thought we might have ourselves a conversation. What do you say? *empty smile Styx should probably recognize as nothing good*
Styx: *....we're going to die, aren't we?* ...Of course. *-- ha, scared to pieces? where?*
Tiresias: *looks slightly amused* You know, I believe I'll leave you to it. *nods to Mary* We'll speak later, or so I'll assume.
MaryHades: *no! what makes you think that?* *to Ti* Oh, yes. This shall not take long. *starts walking off towards a far corner, obviously hinting that Styx is meant to follow*
Tiresias: *nods and is going to take the puppy out for a bit while his wife and son have their Talk*
Styx: *...the fact that Mama Hades is scary and the typist /really wants him to die/?* *follows like a good, well-behaved s:kicked puppy/s: son*
* Tiresias is now known as Ti-out
MaryHades: *too bad. unless he dies of fright, which is all together a possibility* Now, as I think you are aware, your father and I have recently had an experience of strange variety. These things do tend to alter one's views subtly. *perfectly calm and level, as usual*
Styx: *...we hope so* ...*just nods, apparently*
MaryHades: Very well. It has forced me to re-evaluate my stance on certain issues. Of particular interest to you, no doubt, is the issue of your own incompetane, which I have to my shame accepted and perhaps even nurtured.
Styx: *this is barely concealed panic* -- ...Oh?
MaryHades: Yes. I know you have realized that my treatment of you has been far more lenient than that extended to your siblings. In some terms of achievement I would even be justified in placing your value below that of Lethe. Obviously, this shall need to change now.
* Armand has joined #desperatefans
Styx: *ouch. below Lethe. That /hurts/.* ...Yes, Mum.
Armand: *storms in from the porch, slamming the door* *heads for the stairs*
MaryHades: *was intending to hurt, duh* And now you will tell me, in some detail, what you intend to accomplish. I expect to see results in the very near future. I expect the mutilated corpses of children at my doorstep tomorrow, and those of grown men the day after, or something of the sort. Your plans?
Styx: *thinks a moment* ...I know of a little girl I could get to /quite/ easily. I could -- ... skin her for you?
MaryHades: *nods* That would be satisfactory to start.
Armand: *freezes and turns to listen*
Styx: It will be done, then.
MaryHades: Excellent. Good luck. *and leaves! have fun, Styx*
Armand: *stares at Styx*
Styx: *polite smile at Armand*
Armand: *looks disgusted with him and leaves the way he meant to at first*
* Armand has left #desperatefans
Styx: *-- wanders off to do his plotting thing*