Our avatars are in a room together

“Y-yeah...y-you said it, Mac...l-look, I gotta...go do some homework, I’ll...see you guys around...”

-Looking like she’s badly fighting back tears and also completely scared out of her wits, Andy hurries back to the room and, specifically, upstairs to her bedroom-

Edited by Randomman5 on Sep 21st 2018 at 2:32:53 PM

-Lyne's almost halfway done with his meal-

...?

Now what is a "matcha?"

   …   

   (Hasn't quite put two and two together... but gosh, she feels bad for this kid.)   

...Guidness, whit'sgitten'ersoobaithered...?

...AH! O'cairse, etwisobviousallaloong... Shemistbehoomeseckan'messhermum. Poorweetheng, ach, whitashame... Whitafeelen'...

(Slowly shakes her head, sad for this kiddo too.)

   .........ALLOW me to... show you...!   

   (several convoluted steps later.........)   

   (GOLLY◊. Hands the good doctor one, reserving another for Jil.)   

   ...E,n,j,o,y.   

Hm, I might need to bring this recipe back to the village... The children would probably love this.

-Lyne smiles yet again as he takes a cautious sip of the drink-

   (...GAWD that's also tasty...! Very refreshing, kinda tea-y... This abomination can apparently make some pretty delicious food and drink. Maybe that's why he's so big...)   

   ...That, would, be m,a,n,i,f,i,c,e,n,t...!   

i fuckin SPEEP

Oh, she does that a lot, no doubt out of fear for the future of the planet. It's not an easy bear to cross. I try to cheer her up by assuring her that the Entity will be utterly obliterated one day but it never helps.

-the man known as Chester Griffin was preparing another cup of tea for himself in the kitchen-

-he peered over a small notepad, that had several notes jotted down upon it-

I suppose I have time to really analyse this stuff while I'm here... No distracting responsibilities.

Kitchen

-or more accurately, a window gazing into the kitchen-

-Makana peers inside, watching Chester do his thing-

......Um... Good- good morning!

-Waves hello to Ches from her meek position at the windowsill-

-he looks up from the notebook, deadpan-

Well that isn't a creepy way of greeting someone at all.

-he flips it closed with his wrist-

Good morning. -he says with a rather happy tone-

-while pouring the hot water-

It isn't? Oh phew! Nobody was answering the front door so I was kinda afraid this would be weird!

-Bounces up to stand up straight-

Whatcha up to, mister? You sure you should be moving around like that when you're all wrapped up?

Kitchen

(Marcia's making some black coffee on the coffee maker.)

(@Ches and Makana) Morning.

Edited by josh6243 on Sep 22nd 2018 at 8:05:01 AM

... -he isn't even sure how to approach her naivety-

Just to clear things up, I was joking beforehand.

Although I was hoping you knew I was being sarcastic.

Regardless, it's perfectly fine for me to be moving around.

These wrappings are to cover up scars.

-he walks over to open the kitchen door for her-

Do come in, though.

...Oh... Eheheh, I'll just make sure not to do it again.

-Rubs the back of her neck and walks on in-

-Waves hello to Marcia- Morning~!

-and back on Ches- So... if you're hiding scars does that mean you've even got them on your...

-Gestures at her eyes-

My eyelids, yes, but not my eyes directly.

Otherwise I'd be blind.

-he turns to see Marcia, and just nods a greeting towards her-

Ohhhh... I was wondering how you were seeing!

-Her gaze comes down to the notepad, and she leans over the counter to casually snoop on his business-

And writing! Whatever the heck all that is.

Kitchen

(@Makana) How, um, is it g-going? Would you, um, like some coffee? (offers a cup)

(@Ches) I'm, um, Marcia Shyneet... Who a-are you?

Edited by josh6243 on Sep 22nd 2018 at 8:18:51 AM

... It's a case.

And these are notes on it.

-he pockets the notebook-

The short story of it is that back home there's a drug smuggling ring that I suspect is in its' early stages.

A new operation, dealing in experimental black market steroids.

That should be all you really need to know.

Other than that, my name is Chester Griffin.

I'm a vigilante.

-Marcia- Hm? Oh, no thanks! I'm not a fan of it, really...

-Ches- [1]◊

...I um... don't really get it! But it sounds pretty important!

-sighs slightly "Good lord she's sheltered, isn't she"-

Yes, rather important.

Not as important as parenting, but sadly I can't do either while I'm here.

Oh, you're a dad! Is your kid cuuuuute?

Kitchen

(@Chester) N-nice to, um, meet you, Chester. (takes a sip) So you, uh, operate o-outside of the law, huh?

(@Makana) More for...for me, then. (takes another sip) G-good stuff. What's, um, your name?

-to Marcia-

I prefer to think of it as working parallel to the law, but yes.

-to Makana-

Yes, I'm a dad.

And my son is indeed, a cute one.

He's only one year old, as of August.

So he's still quite the hassle. A good hassle, though.

Awww! Too bad you can't see him, though... Is there really no way for you to get home? Because I get home from here every time just fine...

Last time I believe, required a level of technology in a field I am not so familiar with...

I might be smart, but I'm not a theoretical physicist who knows how to build portals to traverse into another dimension.

So this time, I believe I'll have to hedge my bets on luck.

At least my wife's still back home, though.

So some of my worries are eased... some of them, anyway.

Aww...

-Marcia- Oh! Sorry! My name's Makana! I come from up the mountain.