Hello, Neighbors, There's a New Sturmvoraus on the Block!

[velesdonnersen]

[It is a fine spring day, and Tarvek has chosen to attempt "back yard suburban living," a concept that has no parallels in his immediate experience. Thus, accompanied by two whirling red-headed children in googly horn-rim glasses that match his -- the elder technically too old at about 14 to be his son, not that Mayfield is paying that much

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[ooeeooahah]

[ Walking down the street, occasionally referring to a map, Ilsa hears a tune that is passing familiar in pieces, but as a whole, is not something she can recognize. ]

[ She stops when she sees the singer, and waves tentatively to him... ]

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[ooeeooahah]

[ She does not know European languages, but she knows the insulting phrases for the languages around American military bases abroad. ]

[ Surely he did not just sing that to his daughter? ]

[ Ilsa freezes, horribly unsure of what to say or do next. ]

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[velesdonnersen]

[Seeing Ilsa wave he lights up, delighted, and waves back. Seeing her face, he realizes she must have caught at least some of the meaning of the lyrics, and starts to chortle.]

Eh, imi pare rau, I'm sorry. The words are quite wicked, but Katrinka here -- Catherine -- she doesn't know what they mean. Please, come in: the front gate's not even latched today, and you can come across the lawn to the back yard. I'll introduce you to my Mayfield-provided family.

[ooeeooahah]

Ah, hello, Catherine.

[ Ilsa seems a bit nervous, but not horribly so. ]

[inababanchou]

[ Souji is heading back home after his day's activities. The rich warmth from a baritone voice singing jovially catches his attention, and he wanders to the source. The children seem to be drones with their mechanical mannerisms, and for a moment Souji passes the father as a drone too. But that proved to be false, as he is singing in German.

When the singing is finished, Souji smiles. ]

That was really nice.

[ Clearly he has no idea what was being sung. ]

[velesdonnersen]

Hello! I'm glad you liked it. I'm afraid it's a bit racy, but, such a happy melody, isn't it?

I'm Tarvek. Tarvek Sturmvoraus. I'm afraid I'm very new, here -- a recent arrival, you might say.

And you?

[inababanchou]

I'm Souji.

[ Would settle for a handshake, but since they're several feet away he gives a polite salute/wave. ]

I'm new myself. Most of the new folks are panicking, yet you, however, seem to be taking this in very good stride.

[velesdonnersen]

[He considers, soberly

[elevatoravatar]

[After a while he'll notice an albino girl with golden eyes and an somewhat lost look peering over the fence and listening to his song, pondering]

[velesdonnersen]

[He looks up and sees the new person, and smiles, lifting a hand.]

Hello! Isn't it a fine day?

My name is Tarvek -- Tarvek Sturvoraus. I'm a newcomer, here. And you?

[elevatoravatar]

"I am Elizabeth... I have been here a while... Long enough to begin relearning how to be me."

[She nods]

[velesdonnersen]

[He considers that a very interesting statement, and one that definitely applies to his own situation.]

That sounds familiar. I know this world demands very different things from me so far than my old world did.

Tell me, Elizabeth -- do you think relearning how to be you a good thing, or a bad thing?

Oh, and do feel free to come in: the gate's unlatched and I don't mind if you walk on the grass.

[He has a charming smile, and he's in a good mood today.]

[catslooklikeme]

[Nall was just passing by when the sound of said song catches his ear. He'll follow it and perch on the fence to listen to it in its entirety, not having any clue about what the lyrics translate to.]

Hey, that was pretty good! You've got a nice voice there!

[velesdonnersen]

[He blinks, and then blinks again. Fortunately he's from Europa, he's a Madboy Spark, and he's already met one talking cat. He smiles a huge, welcoming smile.]

Hello. Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

My name is Tarvek -- Tarvek Sturmvoraus. I'm new here.

And you?

[catslooklikeme]

Nice ta meetcha, Tarvek. I'm Nall!

Couldn't understand what you were singing about though... I didn't recognize the language. What's the song about?

[velesdonnersen]

Hello, Nall!

[Blushes, but sends you a mischievous grin.]

The language is German -- Viennese German as spoken in my world. The words are very naughty, and it's just as well my liebe madchen here and her brother can't understand. A woman no better than she should be, and a clockwork construct who keeps her very happy.

[madeofstoic]

[ Tarvek did you know your last post contributed very nicely to a string of bad luck he's having? First learning Miss Zeetha's in danger, and now Miss Aradia's been droned. Have you ever seen your pseudo-not!daughter droned, Tarvek? No. It's not very fun.

But that doesn't really matter too much. He's obligated to pay attention to what you're doing anyway. So he'll just sort of raise his arm, that's his version of a wave oh goodness, and try to ignore the fact that you actually like the drones. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[His eyes light at a familiar face, and he whispers something in the little girl's ear before slipping her to the ground, sliding off the dog-house roof, and loping on over.]

Airman Higgs! I'm pleased to see you in the flesh, not just hear your voice. Please, come in, be welcome. I'm afraid there's not much I can offer you for hospitality, though the not-wife is making a dinner -- she called it "meatloaf," which I fear may mean any number of odd things. But it's wonderful to see you.

[Unfortunately he's not skilled enough to work out that you're not just stoic, as usual, but dejected and disturbed. But the welcome in sincere, and he's honestly delighted to see you.]

[madeofstoic]

[ He can tell. Simply bursting with glee there, Sturmvoraus. ] ...Rather not, Sir. Sorry 'bout that. Erm. 'Nd meatloaf's fine.

[velesdonnersen]

[The joy shuts down. He's been rejected often enough by people he care for that he tends to assume he's being rejected again -- and he's an Eastern European about hospitality.]

[But he's enough of a pragmatist, and resigned enough, and also quite aware that he's not in his own environment. He's going to let it pass.]

Ah.

I... Very good. I see. Perhaps another day. I am sure you've other things to attend to.

[Crooked, slighly dour grin.]

It's good to know "meatloaf" is all right. Some of what I have received from the not-wife's kitchen has left me in some doubt.

Should breakfast be little tiny dry donuts in very bright colors, with a crust of sugar on them, all drowned in the milk I am not supposed to drink? It is worrying when the "froot-loops" bleed into the evil milk....