Jul 19, 2008 03:12
So there's a shortish, slightly adorable, very unfashionably dressed brunette wandering the bar.
Specifically, she's out back.
With a bicycle pump, an inflatable pool, and a fairly repetitive selection of curses for when either object fails to cooperate.
Do come ask her what she's doing. It'll be a while before the real crack arrives.
crack,
pyth's fault,
invasion of the muns
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This brunette is neither short nor adorable in any way.
She's also slouching in an armchair wearing a ratty old vastly-oversized T-shirt and some light blue sweatpants that are clearly meant for someone considerably shorter and a little more wide, drinking a glass of apple juice that's more ice than juice and monologuing to herself in the vein of "fucking Milliways can go fuck a fucking log what the fuck did I do to deserve this bullshit fuck fuck fuckity fucking fuck fuck".
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No, make that:
"...well, fuck."
Her brain/mouth filter is not at its best right at this very moment.
So that's what being in the presence of someone you once established on feels like.
Weird.
Kind of like being gently tickled on a body part you don't actually have.
Shit.
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Caz defies the comparison by not (quite) running away. The traditional thing would be for her to do a double-take, but with those tattoos (most are covered, but the ones on Jasmine's arms are still visible) a double-take is not really necessary. Caz goes straight from nought to terrified in about point two of a second.
(She feels kinda sorry for DownSy.)
Yeah, she should say something like 'it's not me' or... something. Let her work on that when her tongue and/or brain unfreezes.
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For her part, she has asked Bar very nicely for a certain slippery dessert product, and come marching triumphantly out with armfuls of jello-pots. Of course, she and any other sensible person would call them jelly, being English and therefore right, but for the sake of any less enlightened English-speakers reading this, the narration will forego her personal name for the stuff. Hell, she's already picked up "elevators", so why not.
ANYWAY.
Pyth's battles with the pool and the pump are apparently a source of great amusement for her.
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Oh, wait, there's someone there.
Glancing up, she grins sheepishly. "Hey. Not you, the-- yeah. Uh." Vague wave in the direction of the recalcitrant pump. "I need, like, Masha here or some shit. Someone with a little brute force available. How'd it go with the--" (horrible imitation of Caz's accent commences) "--jelly?" (End horrible imitation.)
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The wonderful thing about being at Milliways is that apparently you can do that thing where you reply to something said three sentences ago and have it still make sense. Caz, with her non-existent sense of timing and/or swift wit, is taking full advantage of this ability.
"Beautifully, eh?"
...that was her revenge for the terrible accent. Fight fire with fire!
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But she's still grinning.
HAIR-RUFFLE TIEM IS NAO?
IS.
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See this icon?
This icon has never before been justified.
It is now.
She had to.
Helps when you have two bodies with which to do up all the things that need doing-up.
Yeah, Pyth is kind of going to hell for this one.
In the interim, however, she's sitting on the couch with... herself. Having both of her bodies in the same room at the same time makes things slightly less headachy. How do you even seriously manage to possess two people at the same time? It shouldn't work, no matter how close they are! Gah!
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The novelty is wearing off.
...the Hannibals are fairly iconic as Pyth's pups. Perhaps it's this, or perhaps it's chance that has an apparently-David Berman appearing nervously behind the couch opposite.
"Are y--"
Stop.
"Am I t- t-" Concentrating face. "Talking to-- FUCKING STUTTER."
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Deadpan.
"Yes, you are talking to fucking stutter."
Come on, she HAD to.
See, if this were a real 'Belle, she wouldn't've cracked up right there.
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Dalek voices were not made to accomodate Irish brogues. The result is that speech is sorta incomprehensible.
"I have no arms."
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For reasons of stuff, let us assume that this is before Caz has encountered Pyth!Jasmine, and that she is still at the stage of blundering around wondering what the hell happened and trying desperately to get a hold on some of the more annoying of Sylar's powers. IA, for example, in the archetypal Place That Should Not Work. And all abilities in the world or whatever, sure, but couldn't he please have thought twice before stealing the power of Super Migrane?
The not-Dalek's voice cuts through her eardrums like a knife through hot nerve-endings.
Irritably: "You what?"
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"...you only just now realised this?"
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Now Pyth is facepalming in that very location.
She is also a lot more male than usual.
Goodness, d'you think those two are related?
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Cue identical facepalm from an armchair near the fireplace.
In a moment, there is turning, and squinting around the bar.
For who, it's not clear, but what is clear is a vast amount of annoyance on his (her?) face.
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Squeak.
Hide.
(This would work better if Pyth's idea of 'hide' were not 'tuck feet under self; bury face in pillow; hope elbows are not recognisably Edward-Norton-like'.)
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