Eep (to Mouse): Hey. Morning. Want some coffee? I can brew you a pot.
Mouse (to Eep): That would be fantastic... I'm sorry I slept so late. How are the cats doing?
Eep (to Mouse): They're fine. Now that they have mom, they're pretty self-contained. I made sure Otto and Adelaide had enough food and water when I got up. They're good.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh well, that was awfully nice of you. Thanks for looking after them. I had meant to get up much earlier, but I couldn't seem to make myself leave the bed until now. It was too comfy.
Eep (to Mouse): Nice had nothing to do with it. Otto'll claw the shit out of me if I don't make sure to check on his brood. You haven't slept in forever. You deserved it. Coffee's done. Want anything to eat? We've got eggs and cereal, I think.
Mouse (to Eep): I think coffee is good for right now, I don't think I'm ready for food just yet. Well, I don't blame Otto for being concerned... He obviously cares about Adelaide & his kids more than a regular cat would. He really dotes on them, it's pretty damn heartwarming.God, we're probably not going to be able to give the kittens away, are we?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I kinda wondered about that myself. I mean, he's definitely not acting like a "normal" poppa cat would. And no. I don't imagine Otto'll let just anyone take home one of his little furballs.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I know I once joked about being a crazy cat lady, but I didn't realize it was going to happen quite so soon. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Don't look at me. My plan for old age involved being that crazy old guy who lives in his car and rants at traffic. (to Otto) Seriously, old man. You'd better get yourself a job soon. You don't wannabe like... (to Mouse) Holy shit... Do you realize Otto's like the best father figure I know right now? Heh...
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, it's true.
Otto (to Eep): Mmmrowr!
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Oh God... (to Otto) Sorry, Otto, but... Oh Jesus! Ha hah! Yes. Yes. Heh. Ahem. Sorry about that. It's nice to know that someone I know is a responsible dad.
Mouse (to Otto): Don't let Eep fool you! He's actually quite impressed. (to Eep) Heehee, you're in an awfully good mood this morn.. I mean, afternoon.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh heh. I guess I am. Must be gallows humor.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, are you being led to the gallows today? ... I guess it's a good thing I own a lot of black. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Yes. God forbid you show up to my funeral in improper attire. How would the Estevez-Palacio estate ever live down the SHAME. Heh. I just mean, I'm nervous about the prospect of dimension hopping again. And, honestly, I know I said it was fine, but I'm kinda hoping that if you and Vincent go to the press, it won't get ugly.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... well, the trip is probably going to be a simple delivery, I don't really see it being all that terrible, but I understand why you're nervous. The last few times you crossed over it was nothing but life & death craziness. As for the press thing, it might get ugly, but I think if they try anything it's just going to make them look worse. As I told Vincent, not to sound all pompous, but I figure I'm a pretty sympathetic figure... I tell them about the fact that I'm an orphan girl & I "rescued" Vincent from his terrible family. I don't have any skeletons in my closet, well, except a very literal one. :-) Anything they do is just going to make them look like bullies.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. You left out the part where you shacked up with some probably illegal porn star. :p Kidding. I'm kidding. I know they're the fuckwads. I mean, I don't WANT everyone knowing what kinda film I made... But if it gets out, I'm not gonna crawl into a hole and wait to die, you know?
Mouse (to Eep): I doubt they can bring it up, because of the lawsuit the college is in the middle of with the production company. I mean, then the school & the church will have to deal with each other....
Eep (to Mouse): They probably can't, but someone in the church could leak it to the press. If something becomes "newsworthy," then all privacy laws are null and void. Vincent probably wouldn't have to really worry about a libel suit, I mean. He can prove what he's saying, so it's not libel. Doesn't mean they can't try to sue & bully him into shutting up. I, uh, I kinda looked a bunch of this up after you told me and based on what I found out about the church, they'd probably love to go after the Piedmont. I mean, it's an art school, so it's a liberal breeding ground of smut and perversion. Look at the student films it produces! :p
Mouse (to Eep): Wow. No wonder you're all worked up about this stuff... Are you sure you want to go through with all of this?
Eep (to Mouse): Well, yeah. I knew all this shit before I spoke to Vincent yesterday. The church isn't his dad's, you know. It's a national chain of mega-churches. "Pastor Nate" is their newest favorite poster boy.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... Wow, I'm impressed with the amount of research you did on all of this.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Don't be too impressed. Google is an awesome thing. Most of the shit about the church was on their own website. Well, except for the part about them loving to bring lawsuits against places and people to get attention and donations. That was on their Wiki page.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, I hadn't even begun to look at them on the internet. I didn't want my opinion of them to be sullied by facts. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, don't worry. I don't think you'd have found a whole lot that would have improved your opinion. You should read Pastor Dickwad's bio. What a bunch of self-serving claptrap, bullshit! You know they don't even mention Vincent? He has "two beautiful children" blah, blah, blah. Fuckers.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I think Vincent mentioned that to me... Boy, this really irritates you, sweetie. Not that I'm not touched, just a little surprised, I guess. I mean, you're usually complaining about Vincent.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, yeah. That's cause the little pervert irritates the fuck out of me on a regular basis. Course, he's TRYING to irritate me. Which, don't even get me started on that right now. I'll be bitching about that in no time. But, he doesn't deserve this. Nobody deserves this. Dude makes MY dad look like father of the fucking year. And you know... Ehhhhhh. Whatever. I'm rambling, cause I'm annoyed. I'll shut up.
Mouse (to Eep): No, it's okay. I love the little idiot, too. We're both lucky to have you in our lives, you big grump.
Eep (to Mouse): You say that now. You just haven't given me a chance to make you regret it yet. Gimme time. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Well, that sounds ominous. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Right. I probably SHOULDN'T mention all those homeless guys I killed for sport, huh? Forget I said anything.
Mouse (to Eep): Heh. You are a strange man... :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, uh... Heh. Yeah. A bit. Sorry. I didn't know what to say, so I said something stupid.
Mouse (to Eep): Like I'm going to complain or pass judgment. I have no room to speak most of the time.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah. Well, at least we can be awkward together.
Several hours later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, hun. I hope you haven't been too lonely without me while I've been out running about. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, you were gone, honey? :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well! I suppose that answers that question, doesn't it?
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm just kidding, honey. I was actually running errands & only got home an hour ago, myself. And, I always miss your company.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I was just joshing you myself. I certainly don't expect you to sit pining away for me when I'm not here. I missed you too, hun. I meant to ask you, how did last night go?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, it went fine, honey. All the girls were quite taken with you. Truly asked me if you liked redheads... I told her only natural ones, which shut her up. But, if you want to date a burlesque performer, there's definitely a few very willing ladies.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, I'm glad they didn't give you a hard time. I'm off to the club, hun. Do you want a ride to work.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, that would be lovely, honey.
A couple hours later:
Vincent (to Penny & Collette): Hey ladies! I haven't seen your faces in a while. Can I get you anything?
Penny (to Vincent): Hi Vincent! Can we get two Shirley Temples?
Vincent (to Penny): Sure thing. How' re things, hun?
Penny (to Vincent): Oh, it's been good. Collette & Oliver are now dating. She's actually off to meet him shortly. They're going to a midnight movie. I'll probably just hang out here for the night.
Vincent (to Penny): Are they? Awww. Good for them! I'm sure none of the patrons will complain if you stick around. :-P
Penny (to Vincent): Awww, thank you... um, would you be interested in catching a movie with me, sometime?
Vincent (to Penny): Oh! Well, I'm certainly more than flattered, hun, but I'm taking a bit of a break from dating at the mo. Hee hee. Trust me. I'm more drama than I'm worth right now.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... Well, my mother always said it never hurts to ask. If you ever change your mind, you know how to find me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I do. I, thank you for the ego boost.
Ripper (to Vincent): Well, Captain, you seem to be neck deep in women tonight. Did you switch cologne or something? :-)
Vincent (to Ripper): Good heavens! I know, right? I have no idea.
An hour or so later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry to bother you at work, honey, but is your boss at the club?
Vincent (to Poppy): Sasha should be in his office. Is everything OK, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... Well, then that means that Alistair is sitting in the audience... That's curious.
Vincent (to Poppy): Wait... What? Oh wonderful.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, looks like he's here for me, honey...um, I may be late getting home from work.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ah. Well, let me know if you need anything, hun. Does he, um, does he seem OK? He looked rather rough last time I saw him.
Poppy (to Vincent): He looks healthy enough, honey. He, uh, asked about you...
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Well, that's good to hear. That he's well, I mean.
Poppy (to Vincent): Is there anything you want me to tell him, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): No. No. That's alright, hun. Well, actually, tell him that I am glad he's doing better. I think he's more familiar with my opinions than he cares to be as is.
Poppy (to Vincent): I will give him the message, honey. I've gotta run, but I'll see you after work.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'll see you later, hun.
A few hours later:
Poppy: Oof, that is the last time I "help" Alistair, I don't care who he is... I mean, you just can't get bloodstains out of silk. Not to mention, ow!
Vincent (to Poppy): Holy shit! What the hell happened to you, hun? You know what? It doesn't matter? Let me take a look at that for you.
Mouse (to Eep): That would be fantastic... I'm sorry I slept so late. How are the cats doing?
Eep (to Mouse): They're fine. Now that they have mom, they're pretty self-contained. I made sure Otto and Adelaide had enough food and water when I got up. They're good.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh well, that was awfully nice of you. Thanks for looking after them. I had meant to get up much earlier, but I couldn't seem to make myself leave the bed until now. It was too comfy.
Eep (to Mouse): Nice had nothing to do with it. Otto'll claw the shit out of me if I don't make sure to check on his brood. You haven't slept in forever. You deserved it. Coffee's done. Want anything to eat? We've got eggs and cereal, I think.
Mouse (to Eep): I think coffee is good for right now, I don't think I'm ready for food just yet. Well, I don't blame Otto for being concerned... He obviously cares about Adelaide & his kids more than a regular cat would. He really dotes on them, it's pretty damn heartwarming.God, we're probably not going to be able to give the kittens away, are we?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I kinda wondered about that myself. I mean, he's definitely not acting like a "normal" poppa cat would. And no. I don't imagine Otto'll let just anyone take home one of his little furballs.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I know I once joked about being a crazy cat lady, but I didn't realize it was going to happen quite so soon. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Don't look at me. My plan for old age involved being that crazy old guy who lives in his car and rants at traffic. (to Otto) Seriously, old man. You'd better get yourself a job soon. You don't wannabe like... (to Mouse) Holy shit... Do you realize Otto's like the best father figure I know right now? Heh...
Mouse (to Eep): Oh god, it's true.
Otto (to Eep): Mmmrowr!
Eep (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! Oh God... (to Otto) Sorry, Otto, but... Oh Jesus! Ha hah! Yes. Yes. Heh. Ahem. Sorry about that. It's nice to know that someone I know is a responsible dad.
Mouse (to Otto): Don't let Eep fool you! He's actually quite impressed. (to Eep) Heehee, you're in an awfully good mood this morn.. I mean, afternoon.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh heh. I guess I am. Must be gallows humor.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh, are you being led to the gallows today? ... I guess it's a good thing I own a lot of black. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Yes. God forbid you show up to my funeral in improper attire. How would the Estevez-Palacio estate ever live down the SHAME. Heh. I just mean, I'm nervous about the prospect of dimension hopping again. And, honestly, I know I said it was fine, but I'm kinda hoping that if you and Vincent go to the press, it won't get ugly.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... well, the trip is probably going to be a simple delivery, I don't really see it being all that terrible, but I understand why you're nervous. The last few times you crossed over it was nothing but life & death craziness. As for the press thing, it might get ugly, but I think if they try anything it's just going to make them look worse. As I told Vincent, not to sound all pompous, but I figure I'm a pretty sympathetic figure... I tell them about the fact that I'm an orphan girl & I "rescued" Vincent from his terrible family. I don't have any skeletons in my closet, well, except a very literal one. :-) Anything they do is just going to make them look like bullies.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. You left out the part where you shacked up with some probably illegal porn star. :p Kidding. I'm kidding. I know they're the fuckwads. I mean, I don't WANT everyone knowing what kinda film I made... But if it gets out, I'm not gonna crawl into a hole and wait to die, you know?
Mouse (to Eep): I doubt they can bring it up, because of the lawsuit the college is in the middle of with the production company. I mean, then the school & the church will have to deal with each other....
Eep (to Mouse): They probably can't, but someone in the church could leak it to the press. If something becomes "newsworthy," then all privacy laws are null and void. Vincent probably wouldn't have to really worry about a libel suit, I mean. He can prove what he's saying, so it's not libel. Doesn't mean they can't try to sue & bully him into shutting up. I, uh, I kinda looked a bunch of this up after you told me and based on what I found out about the church, they'd probably love to go after the Piedmont. I mean, it's an art school, so it's a liberal breeding ground of smut and perversion. Look at the student films it produces! :p
Mouse (to Eep): Wow. No wonder you're all worked up about this stuff... Are you sure you want to go through with all of this?
Eep (to Mouse): Well, yeah. I knew all this shit before I spoke to Vincent yesterday. The church isn't his dad's, you know. It's a national chain of mega-churches. "Pastor Nate" is their newest favorite poster boy.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh... Wow, I'm impressed with the amount of research you did on all of this.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Don't be too impressed. Google is an awesome thing. Most of the shit about the church was on their own website. Well, except for the part about them loving to bring lawsuits against places and people to get attention and donations. That was on their Wiki page.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, I hadn't even begun to look at them on the internet. I didn't want my opinion of them to be sullied by facts. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Well, don't worry. I don't think you'd have found a whole lot that would have improved your opinion. You should read Pastor Dickwad's bio. What a bunch of self-serving claptrap, bullshit! You know they don't even mention Vincent? He has "two beautiful children" blah, blah, blah. Fuckers.
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I think Vincent mentioned that to me... Boy, this really irritates you, sweetie. Not that I'm not touched, just a little surprised, I guess. I mean, you're usually complaining about Vincent.
Eep (to Mouse): Well, yeah. That's cause the little pervert irritates the fuck out of me on a regular basis. Course, he's TRYING to irritate me. Which, don't even get me started on that right now. I'll be bitching about that in no time. But, he doesn't deserve this. Nobody deserves this. Dude makes MY dad look like father of the fucking year. And you know... Ehhhhhh. Whatever. I'm rambling, cause I'm annoyed. I'll shut up.
Mouse (to Eep): No, it's okay. I love the little idiot, too. We're both lucky to have you in our lives, you big grump.
Eep (to Mouse): You say that now. You just haven't given me a chance to make you regret it yet. Gimme time. :p
Mouse (to Eep): Well, that sounds ominous. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Right. I probably SHOULDN'T mention all those homeless guys I killed for sport, huh? Forget I said anything.
Mouse (to Eep): Heh. You are a strange man... :-)
Eep (to Mouse): Oh, uh... Heh. Yeah. A bit. Sorry. I didn't know what to say, so I said something stupid.
Mouse (to Eep): Like I'm going to complain or pass judgment. I have no room to speak most of the time.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah. Well, at least we can be awkward together.
Several hours later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Hey, hun. I hope you haven't been too lonely without me while I've been out running about. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, you were gone, honey? :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well! I suppose that answers that question, doesn't it?
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm just kidding, honey. I was actually running errands & only got home an hour ago, myself. And, I always miss your company.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I was just joshing you myself. I certainly don't expect you to sit pining away for me when I'm not here. I missed you too, hun. I meant to ask you, how did last night go?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, it went fine, honey. All the girls were quite taken with you. Truly asked me if you liked redheads... I told her only natural ones, which shut her up. But, if you want to date a burlesque performer, there's definitely a few very willing ladies.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, I'm glad they didn't give you a hard time. I'm off to the club, hun. Do you want a ride to work.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, that would be lovely, honey.
A couple hours later:
Vincent (to Penny & Collette): Hey ladies! I haven't seen your faces in a while. Can I get you anything?
Penny (to Vincent): Hi Vincent! Can we get two Shirley Temples?
Vincent (to Penny): Sure thing. How' re things, hun?
Penny (to Vincent): Oh, it's been good. Collette & Oliver are now dating. She's actually off to meet him shortly. They're going to a midnight movie. I'll probably just hang out here for the night.
Vincent (to Penny): Are they? Awww. Good for them! I'm sure none of the patrons will complain if you stick around. :-P
Penny (to Vincent): Awww, thank you... um, would you be interested in catching a movie with me, sometime?
Vincent (to Penny): Oh! Well, I'm certainly more than flattered, hun, but I'm taking a bit of a break from dating at the mo. Hee hee. Trust me. I'm more drama than I'm worth right now.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... Well, my mother always said it never hurts to ask. If you ever change your mind, you know how to find me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I do. I, thank you for the ego boost.
Ripper (to Vincent): Well, Captain, you seem to be neck deep in women tonight. Did you switch cologne or something? :-)
Vincent (to Ripper): Good heavens! I know, right? I have no idea.
An hour or so later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry to bother you at work, honey, but is your boss at the club?
Vincent (to Poppy): Sasha should be in his office. Is everything OK, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... Well, then that means that Alistair is sitting in the audience... That's curious.
Vincent (to Poppy): Wait... What? Oh wonderful.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, looks like he's here for me, honey...um, I may be late getting home from work.
Vincent (to Poppy): Ah. Well, let me know if you need anything, hun. Does he, um, does he seem OK? He looked rather rough last time I saw him.
Poppy (to Vincent): He looks healthy enough, honey. He, uh, asked about you...
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Well, that's good to hear. That he's well, I mean.
Poppy (to Vincent): Is there anything you want me to tell him, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): No. No. That's alright, hun. Well, actually, tell him that I am glad he's doing better. I think he's more familiar with my opinions than he cares to be as is.
Poppy (to Vincent): I will give him the message, honey. I've gotta run, but I'll see you after work.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'll see you later, hun.
A few hours later:
Poppy: Oof, that is the last time I "help" Alistair, I don't care who he is... I mean, you just can't get bloodstains out of silk. Not to mention, ow!
Vincent (to Poppy): Holy shit! What the hell happened to you, hun? You know what? It doesn't matter? Let me take a look at that for you.
