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 Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 9:38 am
Archie was bored. The house was clean, there was nothing on television, and Dixie had retreated to her room, but not before announcing that she wasn't to be disturbed until the next arrival. The assortment of computers and speakers littering the floor of the main room had been tweaked by Carrie only yesterday, so now all there was to do was wait and see if they worked any better. Wait and see. Boring.
He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. The next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake, Dixie leaning into his line of sight.
"The oscilloscopey thing says 'ATMO,'" she said. "Carrie's pretty good at this s**t, but that doesn't mean I have to like her." She flounced from the room, leaving Archie to wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth and follow her to their makeshift alarm.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 9:57 am
Quite plainly put, the happy-go-lucky (YEAH RIGHT!) cat boy was NOT happy. Patrick, apparently, had put an application for him into the same place they had gotten Kian from - and he'd been accepted. The only problem is, Mordread hadn't had any idea his lover had DONE that.
He guessed Patrick thought it'd double their chances of housing an alien. Freaking science geek.
It wasn't as if they needed more children. They had what, 8? And two on the way? But Mordread did indeed love kids. He had no doubt in his mind when he saw the booger he'd be all goo in a moment.
Walking up the path, his tail flicking in annoyance, Mordread looked around quietly. The place didn't LOOK too different...But then again 'too different' to him was an electric stove.
That was beside the point.
Mordread made his way to the door and knocked lightly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:21 am
"See?" Dixie said, pointing at the small, red letters.
"Yup." Archie wasn't going to comment any more than that since he really had no idea what the strange display even meant. Presumably it indicated that a pod was breaking atmo, but Carrie was insane, so it could have signified any number of things. "Door."
There was a faint knock and Dixie made a face. Why hadn't she heard someone coming? She left her father staring at the screens and opened the door.
"Hi there." Hey, someone with a tail! "Can I help you?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:49 am
"If this is the place I'm supposed to pick up the kid...I'm Mordread.." he stared. Wow, she looked different.
Hell, EVERYONE looked god damn different in this world. Suddenly he had a bout of homesickness, looking a little queasy, "God I wanna go home," he muttered before shaking his head.
"Uhm, I think you've already met my love, Patrick? Short shiny black man who geeks out at just about anything remotely un-normal?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 9:49 pm
Dixie opened the door wider. Home? Well, it wasn't her place to ask, being so far from her home planet. "Patrick? Oh yeah! Nice guy. You're getting another one of us in your house?" She shot a glance at Archie. Had he finally lost it? She supposed there was nothing to do about it now, but honestly. One criminal forced into a baby's body per household was enough.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Dixie. We already got a signal and supposedly your child is on the way. Actually, the computers could be wrong, we're still testing them. But it would be best just to wait out here."
"Hey! There's a... there's a little ship picture," Archie interjected. "Can you see it yet?"
Dixie sighed. "The house is in the way," she replied. "Just come outside." She brightened as she turned back to Mordread, hiding her exasperation with the former criminal. "My father. Archie."
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 10:33 pm
"Yeah, I suppose I am. He put in an application for BOTH of us without letting me in on it. Something about more chances at getting a baby...Don't worry, he was properly reprimended. We have...Eight children already, with two on the way. So..." he blinked over at the computer.
Patrick WOULD like that. Him? He could barely work Patrick's laptop.
"But it's a pleasure to meet you both."
Strapping on his 'manner boots' he pushed his hand out, hoping one of them would take it and shake it. Otherwise, he'd look like a nutcase.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:26 pm
That would do it. Dixie had no idea how Archie chose the people 'suitable' to raise these hellions, but she had always imagined it involved tape, guardian applications, and a dartboard.
"You too," Dixie said, extending her own hand and shaking weakly. She'd learned a while ago that squeezing people's hands as hard as she wanted resulted in dirty looks. "Shall we?" She indicated the bullseye.
"Yeah, nice to meet you," Archie said, coming up behind Dixie. He made a motion like he wanted to get past her and she moved aside.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 12:34 pm
Mordread put on a smile, "Yep, let's see if our house will survive another hellion, huh?" he stepped back and out of the way. He wasn't much of a people person, but hey, he was getting a kid, right? Right.
He had to be pleasant.
"What else can you tell me about this..." he looked at the name he had scribbled down on a piece of paper, "Trenril?"
He really hadn't bothered to read the file - he wanted to wait until he got to do that with Patrick like they had done with Kian. He had only read enough to get the name and the address.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 7:12 pm
Great. This Trenril guy was rather unpleasant from what Dixie had read. "Um. He kept some slaves." And he killed a guy. She didn't add that part. Maybe slave-keeping would be enough of a crime for Mordread. She looked down at the ground and edged out the door, inching past the cat man and toward the bullseye.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 7:25 pm
"S..s...." Mordread looked about ready to faint. Slaver? Was he REALLY...? Mordread simply froze up, his hands sweating. It took him a good ten minutes to speak, "I can't take him." he murmured softly.
"I'm sorry, I can't take him."
His head shook violently, "********, I'll kill him, I can't take him."
He could have taken a murderer. A slaver? ********>
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 7:55 pm
"Dixie! The parachute! He's gonna miss his kid!" Archie liked having the parents see their new responsibility land, kind of like watching someone give birth, but Dixie didn't think this guy cared that much anymore.
"I'm sorry too," Dixie murmured. She felt like saying it was too late, that Mordread had to take him, but she'd never seen someone freak out this late in the game before. She couldn't force him if he was so adamantly against it.
"Dixie!"
"Shut up!" she semi-shouted in the direction of her father. She turned back to Mordread and lowered her voice. "We can find another caretaker if you really don't want him," she assured.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:00 pm
"I...I..." he was stammering, "I..."
He couldn't find the words to explain it, simply removing his shirt and standing there. Scars which looked like they were made from whips and knives covered the pale body, and he looked frightened to hell.
Where the feck was Patrick when he needed some stability.
Normally, Mordread would have been up to taking care of the baby but...s**t.
He LIKED kids.
But an ex slave take on a slaver? Was that even WISE?
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:32 pm
Dixie just stood silently. The guy in the picture had been carrying a whip. A smirking, self-assured man with a whip. And those looked like whip scars... Oh.
"Yeah. Um. We'll find him someone else." She really didn't know what to say. She felt the landing thud of the little ship under her feet and saw Archie's bright-tipped hair and obnoxious yellow shirt round the corner before he spoke.
"Dixie?! Where the..." Dixie. Man. No shirt. No. Shirt. On. Man. In. Front. Of. His. Child. Archie's mouth hinged open and closed a few times, but he didn't say anything. When something finally did come out, it was a strained, "The baby's here." Not that anyone cared.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 8:38 pm
Mordread looked up to Archie and simply smiled - looking forced, however, "Great. Baby. Here. Lovely...I...Should be going," he muttered, pulling his shirt back on. Being stared at was NOT helping his freaking out moment.
"I hope I haven't inconvenianced you, Dixie, Archie. I hope you can find another home for him soon. Really, if it were any other crime I...." his green eyes were definitely panicked.
And it looked like he was having a hard time breathing.
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2006 9:05 pm
"Wait. Where are you going?" Archie said, oblivious. "You're leaving? Don't you want to see him?"
Dixie shook her head, but it was too late. Archie was an a*****e. "Mordread's not going to take him. We can find somebody else."
"Why not?" Archie was sincerely confused.
Did she have to spell it out for him? Dixie rushed to her father's side, large feet nearly leaving grass-dents in the wake of her stomping. "Slaver. Slave," she hissed, pointing at the pod and Mordread respectively. "Just drop it."
"But..." he raised his voice so Mordread could hear. "He's just a baby. You can make him anything you want now." He had done it with Dixie, and he was hardly qualified to be a parent. Surely it wouldn't be that bad. "Just come take a look at him. If you still don't want him, we can find somewhere else for him."
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