Log:Mermaids and Glitches

{{ Log | cast = CB, Etsy, Glitch | summary = The mermaid drifts in to the Wayhouse, all the better to assault the English language in the presence of more people. Or something. | gamedate = 2017.06.23 | gamedatename = | subtitle = | location = | categories = Changeling | log = Once upon a time, there was a mermaid. Once upon a time, there was a mermaid who came wandering into the Wayhouse with a hiking pack, wearing her tattered, thrifted clothing, her tatty silk slippers drifting over the floor. She's wearing a hiking pack and what looks like a blue mink stole around her shoulder. She slings the pack off of her back, setting it near the door, and adjusts the pretty white sash across her body. All the while, she sings to herself: "Uber, UberUberUber, Uber! Lyft Lyft!" It's a meandering little song, but it's got a siren's quality to it, drawing in the listener to its nonsense tune.

Further into the Wayhouse is a little den, with a televisison, and apparently videogames. Lots of videogames, spilling out of a backpack on the floor that contains a multitude of black wires and cords. Some are connected to the TV, and some course over to the couch, where a young man sits wearing black cotton shorts and a tanktop. The man in question looks like he just fell out of the videogame itself; he's pixellated all over, features broken up into tiny little squares for every inch of his exposed skin and hair. Dark hair and eyes and a thin little mouth are all rendered in a regular little grid, though it's all fine resolution enough to see him clearly, rather than leaving him as a silly doodle. He's realistic. The pixel-man turns to regard the mermaid curiously.

And then she starts incorporating the video game sounds and music into her nonsense song, doing a little soft-shoe shuffle as she does so. Her long hair is twirled into spiraly locks interrupted by the water lilies that are scattered like stars across the firmament of her dark curls. "Uber Uber boop boop Lyft!" Jazz hands! And on she shuffles, singing her little song. "Hello, hello! Beep beep-ba-deep." It's a sweet little nonsense song, the aural equivalent of a pink bunny Peep, and she doesn't stop when she spots Glitch, but curls around the end of the couch on which he sits. "Hi! Have you seen a rainbows?"

Glitch frowns, looking back to the game and trying to concentrate. The stuff on the screen is, oddly enough, extremely colorful: It's Kirby, a game where a little pink blob runs around eating and blowing up a whole world of similar cutesy creatures. The song and flopping nearby eventually tears his attention away and he whips around to glare at her a bit, though the game continues proceeding, like it's on automatic, as his fingers continue to play along without him looking. "A rainbows," he says, making sure he got that correctly.

"A rainbows, yes." Etsy has a very peculiar approach to words and to grammar. She seems to take no hostages and charge across the field of battle, leaving slain pronouns and articles in her wake. She has the same approach to grammar that buckshot takes to the broad side of a barn. "I like that marshmallow," she informs Glitch, sighing happily as she watches the video game. "A rainbows is tall, and she has a, um, an ice person, and she has a colors, and she is a friendly, but she is made for to make people pay attention, so if you do not know a rainbows right away then you have not known a Rainbow."

Glitch blinks and stares. Stares quite a bit at the girl leaning over him on the couch, eyes going up and down to make sure he's not hallucinating her. That last bit reminds him of something though, and going out on a limb, he asks.... "...November?"

If she's a hallucination, she's a very strange one. Etsy bounces a little bit on her toes, or on the air right underneath her toes; she does seem sort of... disconnected from the earth. "Yes! November an Nua, a rainbows!" As if this is the most obvious thing in the world. "Did you meet a rainbows? I have been looking for her." She adjusts her courier's sash absently. As she shifts her weight, there's a brief shimmering in the air at her shoulders, an impression of wings that quickly dissipates.

Glitch shakes his head a bit. "I didn't know she was here too. I should talk to her." There's a look down at the separation from the floor that distracts him from general, curious gawking at the rest of the fair little thing's form, and he frowns a bit, as if he knows what that space there means. Fairest. Trouble. The striking looks that keep his eyes glued are dangerous enough. He sighs and pauses the game, putting it down. "I should talk to...I should do a lot of things." He covers his face in exhaustion and leans back on the couch, god knows how long he's been up playing videogames. "I should take a shower and sleep..."

"I think there is a rainbows. People do seem to know about a rainbows." But then her brain rounds a corner and comes back, and she asks, "You know a rainbows from another places?" Her little nose wrinkles up as she smiles, close-lipped, at him, as he looks down at her feet, and back up again. A closer look at her feet? They look -- weird. Not like normal feet. As if someone folded up fins like a fan and shaped them into feet and then put them into shoes. No wonder she doesn't actually touch the ground. "Who do you talk to need? Are you hurt?" She brings her long pale fingers up and wiggles them, the translucent webs stretched between them. "Too tired? I am can yes fix it." Who taught her English?

Glitch rubs at his face more. "I need to find Nathania." he says, more to himself than anything. And he starts to get up, straightening out his shorts as he does so, stretching a bit as the pixels of his mien flicker and shift. "No, no more Spring, I need a real rest for a bit," he says, as if wary of becoming dependent on cute Lost with magical powers. There's a stare at the curious flipper-feet, though just as much looking at her face and everything in between, before he physically turns himself away from her and shuffles away a little bit towards the stairs, fleeing very slowly and ineffectively. Someone else might ask more about Etsy but Glitch is bad socially.

CB comes in through the front door.

Gasp! The Fairest leaning over the couch and peering down at Glitch widens her sea-green eyes, which brighten like sunlight shining down through seawater. "Bishop Natty? You know a Bishop Dolly?" She brightens all the more until she's almost literally glowing, her small smile widening, but her teeth still hidden behind her blue lips. "I... guess," she sighs, in response to something. While he says no more Spring for a bit, Esther's powerful Spring Mantle is climbing the couch, spreading illusory white flowers and the scent of a clean, wild beach at dawn around the room. "Well." She watches Glitch leave, and starts to trail after him. "Well, if I see a Bishop dolly I will say 'it is a computer man who looks.'"

Glitch turns around as he backs up towards the stairs, looking a little flustered. He literally starts waving Etsy's Spring mantle away with his hands, his own invisible aura washing the scents and flowers away from him in a little bubble of blank sanity. "Wait, you know Nathania?" His expression turns interested. "...is she well? Is she safe? Does she...is she seeing anyone..."

C.B.'s first visit to the Wayhouse. He doesn't have much reason to come here, now, apart from curiosity. Bringing in a cloud of recently-smoked cigarette with him, the electric Wizened walks with hands in pockets and a stooped, tense sort of posture. He’s dressed today in a dark gray t-shirt with 'Bourbon & Books' written in mustard, a black and white plaid shirt thrown over the top of that, jeans and his construction boots, plus he's got a messenger bag with badges proclaiming 'IMPEACH TRUMP' and a smaller one that says ‘resist.’ Worn Red Sox baseball cap as well, a red one today, and a hand-rolled cigarette is tucked behind one ear. Probably not the one he smoked already. He pauses after he moves through the mud room and into the bigger living space, just watching the interplay between the two other Lost like he's stumbled upon a strange and somewhat worrisome TV show. Brow furrowed, lips pursed, but that's also a normal expression for C.B.

"Of COURSE I know Nathania that is the Bishop of Dolly and fix a brains." Etsy rocks back and forth on her toes, which don't actually touch the ground in the little slippers into which they're bound. She's got what looks like a mink around her shoulders. It might be a mink. Is it snoring? Do people's fur collars snore? Anyway. "Ummmm. I... don't... know... about... that. I do not think the dolly has a blindness so I guess she sees a -- " She pauses. "Ohhhhh. Figurative seeing, not literal? Um. I do not. Know the things. About a dolly, that is. But I know of a dolly and she is goodness." CB's arrival? Etsy turns all of her attention on him briefly. "Hello. It's Etsy, is me. Is, uh, I do not know of a name his, sorry." Her voice is a siren's, despite the strange approach she has to words.

"Uhhhhhh, hi." C.B.'s brows head up towards his hairline this time instead of further down. "Etsy. I'm C.B. This is the Wayhouse? Right?" Boy does he sound /thrilled/ to be here. He stomps his way through the rooms for a moment, checking everything out, including the fridge...ah ha! There's some beer in there right now! New England Brewing G-Bot in cans. Not his favorite brand, but it'll do. He cracks open the can and takes a long swig, leaning on the fridge door for a moment as he tiredly eyes the two of you. "So, what's the good word?"

"Hellos!" Multiple hellos, apparently. Etsy drifts back and forth on her feet like a bit of driftwood caught in a wave, and her fingers flex, wiggling in the air between then. "This is the wayhouses, wayhousing, way. Yes. It said so on the brochures I'm pretty sure?" Where she got a brochure or if she even actually did, who knows. "The... good... word is good? Glitch is looking... for, the Bishop Dolly, which is Nathania and I like her, is friend mine, yes." Beat. "The word of good is... a meat. That is my favorite word." The fridge opened, and it's like opening a can near a cat. "Is a meat in there?"

C.B.'s electricity pops off every few moments as he listens to Etsy. It's like his brain keeps short-circuiting out as he tries to follow along with her sing-songy speech. "Glitch? Is that who just..." He stares over to the stairs, up with Glitch has just escaped. "Okay then. Well, I don't know any Nathania, but good for him." He holds the fridge open for the little siren. "Help yourself. I hear that's what you're supposed to do here, but I'm only going on rumor. No one's stopping me and beer is pretty cheap, right?"

Whatever else Etsy might have been about to say, it goes right out of her pretty little head when she sees a container of cold cuts in the fridge. Her tiny webbed hand snakes out like a cobra striking, and then, having jostled her way past CB, she backs up, clutching the sliced turkey to her chest. "THANKYOUTHANKYOUVERMUCH." Someone taught her, probably over time, to say thank you when she takes or is given food. The lily maid skitters back toward the couch, and tumbles onto it with her prize. It's possible that CB may not actually exist again until she's done with the food.