Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, you stay in bed. I'm going to meet Percy. I'll be back as quickly as I can.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm? OK, hun. If you're sure.
Poppy (to Vincent): You look way too comfy there and besides, the sooner I leave, the sooner I can get back.
Vincent (to Poppy): Be careful, lover. And hurry back. You know I can't be trusted when left to my own devices. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, maybe you should just stay in bed. You can't get into too much trouble by yourself in there.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. One would assume, but who can tell, really?
Poppy (to Vincent): That is not helping matters... you are not making this any easier to leave, lover... I just need to find my boot.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Sorry, hun. Your shoes are here.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you. I'll be back soon...
Vincent (to Poppy): Sorry, hun. You're not allowed to leave before I get a kiss out of you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee. Sorry, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hmmm. Go. You should go now, or I may not let you leave the bedroom. Hurry back. ... I love you.
Poppy (to Vincent): I love you too, honey. I'll be back as quick as a wink.
Mouse (to Otto): You and your kitten horde need to stop laying on me, it's too hot for that.
Otto (to Mouse): Mrow!
Mouse (to Otto): Oh, don't act all innocent, Mister. I'm not fooled.
Otto (to Mouse): Mrawl right.
Eep (to Mouse): God, I hate it when he does that.
Mouse (to Eep): It's so creepy... Well, now that I'm awake, you want some breakfast or coffee?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah coffee would be greeee.... AYE HUY! Max! No! Claws are BAD! Estos gatos estúpidos me están volviendo loca. We need to find homes for the babies.
Mouse (to Eep): You're so right... who do you suggest we give them to?
Eep (to Mouse): I'll bet we can pawn at least one off on Wanda and Robert. I know Robert likes cats. He had one when I first moved in with him. You know, since Otto seems to know whenever someone has crossed over, we should tell Vincent and Poppy to take one. Like an alarm. Tell them to take Max!
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, you tell him to take Max. I already tried to pawn off kittens onto Vincent & he wouldn't go for it. We should go and offer up a kitten to Wanda & Robert. We'll know they'll be taken care of & they'll be close by. Though Thomas & Camille are kind of a package deal.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, they'll probably take special trips over just to sleep on my damned face. Hmmm. I'm wondering if Robert or Wanda would be the weakest link. Probably Wanda. We should see if they'll take Camille & Thomas. I'm not sure we can split those two up.
Mouse (to Eep): Do you want to talk to Wanda about the kittens or do you want me to?
Eep (to Mouse): Believe it or not, I think you should do it. I'll probably end up getting into an argument with her.
Mouse (to Eep): Okay, if I have to do that, then you get to tackle Vincent... it's only fair. (to Otto) Does that sound okay to you, old man? I mean, if they all agree.
Eep (to Mouse): Alright. Alright.
A few hours later:
Mouse (to Wanda): Hey Wanda, just getting home from work? Wanna beer?
Wanda (to Mouse): Ooo! Yeah! That'd be awesome. How are you and my former roomie doing?
Mouse (to Wanda): Here you go. We're good except that it's getting a little crowded in our place with the kittens getting bigger.
Wanda (to Mouse): Oh yeah? Are the little fuzzums getting big?
Mouse (to Wanda): Yeah, we need to find homes for them, but I'm not comfortable putting an ad in the paper.
Wanda (to Mouse): I kinda don't blame you. One time, I placed an ad in the paper to sell my bike, and a dude in a wheelchair came to pick it up. He wasn't wearing shoes. I mean, I guess you don't NEED shoes when you're in a wheelchair... But he totally he had this huge hole in his sock, and his big toe was sticking out of it. I couldn't quit STARING at it. His socks were really clean, though.
Mouse (to Wanda): Uh, I have no words...
Wanda (to Mouse): You know, we might be able to take a kitten. I'll have to check with Robert, but I would love to take a kitty.
Mouse (to Wanda): Oh you would? Do you want to come in & meet them? We've named them and they now have definite personalities.
Wanda (to Mouse): I would! Lead the way.
Mouse (to Wanda): So, this is Max, Thomas & Camille.
Wanda (to Mouse): Oh my goodness! They're adorable. Is Camille the little calico?
Mouse (to Wanda): Yes, she & Thomas are kinda inseparable. They seem to always be together.
Wanda (to Mouse): Awwww. Max looks like he's a troublemaker. He seems like a smarty pants. He keeps looking at me like he understands me.
Mouse (to Wanda): Heehee, yeah he does that.
Wanda (to Mouse): Hee hee. D'awwwww! I'm helpless in the face of their cutieness. I'm partial to Camille and Thomas, but lemme talk to Robert. I'll let you know tomorrow.
Mouse (to Wanda): Sounds good! I'll see you then.
A couple hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey lover, I'm back... now, please before you freak out, it's not as a bad as it looks. As the saying goes, you should get a look at the other guy.
Vincent (to Poppy): What the hell happened?
Poppy (to Vincent): Percy and I got into a bar fight... It's part of the plan. Can I have some ice, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Of course! Dear God... Poppy! Let me look at your face, hun. Nothing broken?
Poppy (to Vincent): No, I don't think so... Percy did it... He just backhanded me, but well, it had to look real. The young Drake has a bit of thing for saving damsels in distress. So, Percy was pretending to be my horrible boyfriend.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, he could have been a bit more gentle about it! Ooch! Sorry, lover. It doesn't look like anything is damaged permanently.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you... I already called into work for the weekend, I think I will hide out in here until the bruise fades a bit more. Though, Percy's keeping an eye on Drake, so I may have to go back. I'll be fine, I've been in far worse shape, honey. Besides, Percy's certain this will get me close enough to Drake to find out what he knows. Have you met the guy, honey? He looks like he read too many pirate adventure novels as a kid... big poofy shirt, sash, kerchief, ridiculous moustache.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. We've met. Of course, some might say the same thing about me. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. Ow... Don't make me smile, honey, it kind of hurts to do that.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, sweetie. Here, sit right here and let me get you something to drink. How does Moroccan chicken stew sound for dinner. It's all soft stuff. Not much chewing needed.
Poppy (to Vincent): Sounds perfect, honey. If you've got to get ready for work, I can fix myself something.
Vincent (to Poppy): Good heavens! I didn't realize it was that late. I have to get ready. Tomorrow, though, you're getting stew. No arguments!
Poppy (to Vincent): Fine, honey. I won't argue with you right now, but I might tomorrow. :-)
Vincent (to Poppy): You just don't trust that I'll cook something edible.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. Maybe, a little...
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm hmm. That's what I thought. Oh ye of little faith. You know, I DID manage to feed myself for several years after I moved out of my sister's and before you lived with me.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know you did, honey. I'm just teasing you... You're quite sexy when you get indignant.
Vincent (to Poppy): Is that why you try to exasperate me so often? I suppose if it's for sexy reason, I can forgive it. ;-}
A couple hours later:
Ripper (to Vincent): Hey Vincent, you okay? You seem a bit distracted.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hmm? What was that, Professor? Sorry. I'm a little distracted tonight.
Ripper (to Vincent): Heh. I can see that. Everything okay?
Vincent (to Ripper): Oh. Nothing. Apparently, stopping the marauder who tried to hand Poppy and I over to Hiiri and Carver may have caused the O'Malley family to start a blood feud with me. Oh! Also, there's still the issue of the Black Spot Hit put out on my former captain, which Captain Drake may be involved in. Poppy got into a bar fight, and there's still a killer automaton & psycho who would like to smash my face. You know. The usual.
Ripper (to Vincent): Wow. The O'Malley's & Drake? That's not good. Are you going to avoid crossing over? Is Poppy okay? Sorry I probably shouldn't throw a bunch of questions at you.
Vincent (to Ripper): Heh. It's alright. I kind of verbally threw up all over the place. Poppy is OK, so she says. Nothing is broken at any rate. Yeah. It's kind of a little slice of awful. Of course, it's not like it's been a picnic on this side either. Heh. I think I'd rather deal with the killer pirates rather than my father's church.
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh right... So I take it you didn't read the paper, today? ... Uh, you may want to avoid it.
Vincent (to Ripper): Oh for fuck's sake. NOW what? You might as well tell me. I'm going to find out at any rate. Nevermind, someone left a paper behind...
Ripper (to Vincent): Wait... Oh nevermind.
Eep (to Vincent): Vincent? What...? Where the fuck are you going? (to Ripper) What the hell is up with him?
Ripper (to Eep): Shit! Totally my fault. He read the recent article about his Dad.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh. Oh! Well... Shit. Now what the fuck did that dick do?
Ripper (to Eep): Here's the article, read it. I gotta get back to deejaying.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh. Right. Thanks.
A few minutes later:
Eep (to Vincent): Hey. You OK?
Vincent (to Eep): Hmm? Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just mad. Right and royally pissed, actually. I mean, things start to get heated & Dad just takes off?
Eep (to Vincent): You sure you're OK?
Vincent (to Eep): It's just so...! ...Eh. I don't know why I'm surprised, honestly. I'm sorry I stormed out. I should get back to work. I'll be fine, Slim. I really don't have the energy to worry about this right now. So I won't.
Eep (to Vincent): Alright. If you're sure.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm? OK, hun. If you're sure.
Poppy (to Vincent): You look way too comfy there and besides, the sooner I leave, the sooner I can get back.
Vincent (to Poppy): Be careful, lover. And hurry back. You know I can't be trusted when left to my own devices. ;-}
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, maybe you should just stay in bed. You can't get into too much trouble by yourself in there.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. One would assume, but who can tell, really?
Poppy (to Vincent): That is not helping matters... you are not making this any easier to leave, lover... I just need to find my boot.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Sorry, hun. Your shoes are here.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you. I'll be back soon...
Vincent (to Poppy): Sorry, hun. You're not allowed to leave before I get a kiss out of you.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee. Sorry, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): Hmmm. Go. You should go now, or I may not let you leave the bedroom. Hurry back. ... I love you.
Poppy (to Vincent): I love you too, honey. I'll be back as quick as a wink.
Mouse (to Otto): You and your kitten horde need to stop laying on me, it's too hot for that.
Otto (to Mouse): Mrow!
Mouse (to Otto): Oh, don't act all innocent, Mister. I'm not fooled.
Otto (to Mouse): Mrawl right.
Eep (to Mouse): God, I hate it when he does that.
Mouse (to Eep): It's so creepy... Well, now that I'm awake, you want some breakfast or coffee?
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah coffee would be greeee.... AYE HUY! Max! No! Claws are BAD! Estos gatos estúpidos me están volviendo loca. We need to find homes for the babies.
Mouse (to Eep): You're so right... who do you suggest we give them to?
Eep (to Mouse): I'll bet we can pawn at least one off on Wanda and Robert. I know Robert likes cats. He had one when I first moved in with him. You know, since Otto seems to know whenever someone has crossed over, we should tell Vincent and Poppy to take one. Like an alarm. Tell them to take Max!
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee, you tell him to take Max. I already tried to pawn off kittens onto Vincent & he wouldn't go for it. We should go and offer up a kitten to Wanda & Robert. We'll know they'll be taken care of & they'll be close by. Though Thomas & Camille are kind of a package deal.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah, they'll probably take special trips over just to sleep on my damned face. Hmmm. I'm wondering if Robert or Wanda would be the weakest link. Probably Wanda. We should see if they'll take Camille & Thomas. I'm not sure we can split those two up.
Mouse (to Eep): Do you want to talk to Wanda about the kittens or do you want me to?
Eep (to Mouse): Believe it or not, I think you should do it. I'll probably end up getting into an argument with her.
Mouse (to Eep): Okay, if I have to do that, then you get to tackle Vincent... it's only fair. (to Otto) Does that sound okay to you, old man? I mean, if they all agree.
Eep (to Mouse): Alright. Alright.
A few hours later:
Mouse (to Wanda): Hey Wanda, just getting home from work? Wanna beer?
Wanda (to Mouse): Ooo! Yeah! That'd be awesome. How are you and my former roomie doing?
Mouse (to Wanda): Here you go. We're good except that it's getting a little crowded in our place with the kittens getting bigger.
Wanda (to Mouse): Oh yeah? Are the little fuzzums getting big?
Mouse (to Wanda): Yeah, we need to find homes for them, but I'm not comfortable putting an ad in the paper.
Wanda (to Mouse): I kinda don't blame you. One time, I placed an ad in the paper to sell my bike, and a dude in a wheelchair came to pick it up. He wasn't wearing shoes. I mean, I guess you don't NEED shoes when you're in a wheelchair... But he totally he had this huge hole in his sock, and his big toe was sticking out of it. I couldn't quit STARING at it. His socks were really clean, though.
Mouse (to Wanda): Uh, I have no words...
Wanda (to Mouse): You know, we might be able to take a kitten. I'll have to check with Robert, but I would love to take a kitty.
Mouse (to Wanda): Oh you would? Do you want to come in & meet them? We've named them and they now have definite personalities.
Wanda (to Mouse): I would! Lead the way.
Mouse (to Wanda): So, this is Max, Thomas & Camille.
Wanda (to Mouse): Oh my goodness! They're adorable. Is Camille the little calico?
Mouse (to Wanda): Yes, she & Thomas are kinda inseparable. They seem to always be together.
Wanda (to Mouse): Awwww. Max looks like he's a troublemaker. He seems like a smarty pants. He keeps looking at me like he understands me.
Mouse (to Wanda): Heehee, yeah he does that.
Wanda (to Mouse): Hee hee. D'awwwww! I'm helpless in the face of their cutieness. I'm partial to Camille and Thomas, but lemme talk to Robert. I'll let you know tomorrow.
Mouse (to Wanda): Sounds good! I'll see you then.
A couple hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hey lover, I'm back... now, please before you freak out, it's not as a bad as it looks. As the saying goes, you should get a look at the other guy.
Vincent (to Poppy): What the hell happened?
Poppy (to Vincent): Percy and I got into a bar fight... It's part of the plan. Can I have some ice, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Of course! Dear God... Poppy! Let me look at your face, hun. Nothing broken?
Poppy (to Vincent): No, I don't think so... Percy did it... He just backhanded me, but well, it had to look real. The young Drake has a bit of thing for saving damsels in distress. So, Percy was pretending to be my horrible boyfriend.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, he could have been a bit more gentle about it! Ooch! Sorry, lover. It doesn't look like anything is damaged permanently.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you... I already called into work for the weekend, I think I will hide out in here until the bruise fades a bit more. Though, Percy's keeping an eye on Drake, so I may have to go back. I'll be fine, I've been in far worse shape, honey. Besides, Percy's certain this will get me close enough to Drake to find out what he knows. Have you met the guy, honey? He looks like he read too many pirate adventure novels as a kid... big poofy shirt, sash, kerchief, ridiculous moustache.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. We've met. Of course, some might say the same thing about me. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. Ow... Don't make me smile, honey, it kind of hurts to do that.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, sweetie. Here, sit right here and let me get you something to drink. How does Moroccan chicken stew sound for dinner. It's all soft stuff. Not much chewing needed.
Poppy (to Vincent): Sounds perfect, honey. If you've got to get ready for work, I can fix myself something.
Vincent (to Poppy): Good heavens! I didn't realize it was that late. I have to get ready. Tomorrow, though, you're getting stew. No arguments!
Poppy (to Vincent): Fine, honey. I won't argue with you right now, but I might tomorrow. :-)
Vincent (to Poppy): You just don't trust that I'll cook something edible.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh. Maybe, a little...
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm hmm. That's what I thought. Oh ye of little faith. You know, I DID manage to feed myself for several years after I moved out of my sister's and before you lived with me.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know you did, honey. I'm just teasing you... You're quite sexy when you get indignant.
Vincent (to Poppy): Is that why you try to exasperate me so often? I suppose if it's for sexy reason, I can forgive it. ;-}
A couple hours later:
Ripper (to Vincent): Hey Vincent, you okay? You seem a bit distracted.
Vincent (to Ripper): Hmm? What was that, Professor? Sorry. I'm a little distracted tonight.
Ripper (to Vincent): Heh. I can see that. Everything okay?
Vincent (to Ripper): Oh. Nothing. Apparently, stopping the marauder who tried to hand Poppy and I over to Hiiri and Carver may have caused the O'Malley family to start a blood feud with me. Oh! Also, there's still the issue of the Black Spot Hit put out on my former captain, which Captain Drake may be involved in. Poppy got into a bar fight, and there's still a killer automaton & psycho who would like to smash my face. You know. The usual.
Ripper (to Vincent): Wow. The O'Malley's & Drake? That's not good. Are you going to avoid crossing over? Is Poppy okay? Sorry I probably shouldn't throw a bunch of questions at you.
Vincent (to Ripper): Heh. It's alright. I kind of verbally threw up all over the place. Poppy is OK, so she says. Nothing is broken at any rate. Yeah. It's kind of a little slice of awful. Of course, it's not like it's been a picnic on this side either. Heh. I think I'd rather deal with the killer pirates rather than my father's church.
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh right... So I take it you didn't read the paper, today? ... Uh, you may want to avoid it.
Vincent (to Ripper): Oh for fuck's sake. NOW what? You might as well tell me. I'm going to find out at any rate. Nevermind, someone left a paper behind...
Ripper (to Vincent): Wait... Oh nevermind.
Eep (to Vincent): Vincent? What...? Where the fuck are you going? (to Ripper) What the hell is up with him?
Ripper (to Eep): Shit! Totally my fault. He read the recent article about his Dad.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh. Oh! Well... Shit. Now what the fuck did that dick do?
Ripper (to Eep): Here's the article, read it. I gotta get back to deejaying.
Eep (to Ripper): Oh. Right. Thanks.
A few minutes later:
Eep (to Vincent): Hey. You OK?
Vincent (to Eep): Hmm? Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just mad. Right and royally pissed, actually. I mean, things start to get heated & Dad just takes off?
Eep (to Vincent): You sure you're OK?
Vincent (to Eep): It's just so...! ...Eh. I don't know why I'm surprised, honestly. I'm sorry I stormed out. I should get back to work. I'll be fine, Slim. I really don't have the energy to worry about this right now. So I won't.
Eep (to Vincent): Alright. If you're sure.
