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Date: August, 2001.
Players: Dave, Opal, Yet another Flik doll
Scene: Opal's aftermath with caffeine and Yet's delima at sewing a cross stitch to his hand
Shifting Chamber
The intoxicating smell of ground coffee suddenly invades your nose. The explanation is simple: you are now in a coffee shop. Behind the counters are people ready to take your order and whip up a cup of caffeine.
The walls are painted in dark rich tones, interspersed with the occasional abstract picture; crowding one wall is big mural of a smudged old world map. Scattered throughout the area are small tables and chairs, some with chess and checker sets. Two or three comfortable-looking chairs upholstered in purple are also seen.
It is suspiciously reminiscent of a Starbucks, actually.
Other places: [O]ut to the Tunnels, [W]illow's [C]hamber ...
Players:
[IOC]Yet another Flik doll, male [OOC]Dave, male Human
[zzz]Enzo, male Mosquito [zzz]Jareth, male Ant
[zzz]Hopper, male Grasshopper [zzz]Lenora, female Ant
Opal Looks. o.o Sees Dave, and walks over to him at an accelerated rate, with a look of frustration on her visasge. "DAVE!!! I'd like to speak to you. :/"
Yet another Flik doll is in the corner, doing what appears to be crosstitching... and very absorbed in it, too. Until he hears Opal. He glances up, startled. o.o
Opal Stops in front of Dave and with her arms akimbo, awaits to get Dave's attention. She seems a little more than miffed from the look on her face. She hasnt' noticed the activities of Yet for the moment.
Dave jumps a bit in startlement as his name is shouted, then cringes on his stool. Eyes round, he hesistantly looks up in Opal's direction. "Yeah?" He asks quietly. o.o
Opal "How could you do such a *thing* I didn't sleep until 4 a.m..." She suddenly breaks into a big smile and a sustained chuckle. "Oh, I'm just kidding." She gives Dave a playfull whap on the shoulder. "That must have been quite a performance I gave last night. But I hope you won't take it personally when I tell you I'm not planning to drink that, that *stuff* again. ;P
Yet another Flik doll watches, at first uneasily, then more curiously as Opal's initial irritation seems to fade.
Dave stares uneasily as Opal starts to go off on a rant, but his nervous expression switches to slight confusion as she breaks into a smile. The slapping contact on his shoulder is what breaks him out of his momentary stupor, though. "Aheh!" he laughs a little in relief, but still appears a little shaken. "Oh, gee...I'm awfully sorry." He smiles sheepishly.
You say, "Oh, don't worry about it. It was quite an experience. But let me ask you this. Why do you drink that stuff anyway? o.o;; I couldn't sleep for hours."
Dave raises his eyebrows at the question, biting his lip, and takes a quick glance into the mug of coffee in his hand. "Uh, because if I don't...I sleep for hours." His smile breaks into a grin. "I need a lot of coffee to get me up to a normal level of energy." He gives another quick raise of the eyebrows, "I'm a... miracle of science." He smiles and scratches an eyebrow. Yes...even he knows it's odd.
Opal gives an incredulous look, and then a simple nod. "Well, I think I'll just stick to Pepsi, as long as I don't do what Basil did, that is." e.e
Dave takes another sip from his mug and swallows it hard, curiosity perking as Opal speaks. "What'd Basil do?" he asks curiously.
You say, "Well, apparently after he was introduced to Willow's OOC logs, he had his doubts about Mazin's caffeine binge, so he took the plunge, so to speak."
Dave scrunches up his face, tilting his head a bit. "Well, *that* wasn't a good idea." He grins in amusement.
You say, "Nah, I'd say not. Especially he spent a good anount of his free cash to pay for all of that Pepsi. Then to not sleep for a day and a half. @.@"
Dave nods slightly, mulling over this. "Well...you gets what you pays for." He shrugs his shoulders slightly and grins a bit.
You say, "Hey! Be nice to him. He was just curious. ;P" Oh, don't get me wrong, I think it was a silly idea, but then how do we find out what will happen until we find out for ourselves. At least now I know I can't tollerate coffee, and it would be bad if I found out just before a rp log.""
Dave bites his lip and lowers his head a bit, peering up at Opal with pretend coyness. "I'm sorry," he says in a little voice
Opal snickers as she perceives the insincerity of Dave's countenance. "I'm sorry too, if I seem a little biased, but Basil *did* do me an incredible service in what he did for me. And now to hear how *Holly* has been treating him, I just feel the need to defend him."
Dave nods solemnly... well, okay, not *too* solemnly. A slight teasing quality still lingers in his expression. But, he soon gives Opal a genuine smile. "I understand." And he takes yet another sip of coffee. :9
"Speaking of which... Do you think they have Pepsi here?" she asks while looking up at the menu board. 9.9 I could go for a little light refreshment. ;9
Dave sets his mug down and plants both hands on the counter, leaning foward to view the freezer behind the counter. "Let's see." :9
You say, "I kinda get the feeling that Holly's isn't too fond of be being here." A mildly sad experssion is given as Opal watches and awaits to see if the soda is available. "I don't profess to understand this whole situation, but she sure seems upset for one reason or another. I just don't want to bother Basil with it right now."
You say, "I mean of *me* being here. :/"
Dave looks over at Opal, after receiving a can of Pepsi from the guy behind the counter. He walks over to hand it to Opal, and frowns softly in concern as she speaks. "Oh..." he says quietly, but that's all he can come up with for now. :/
Opal pops the can open and takes a considerable drink before continuing. "Well, I can't profess to understand what *she's* been through, but the subject of slavery is such a touchy subject. Even if I was just a spoofed character back on the plantation, she gave me the cold shoulder. Then the others told me I shouldn't try to changer her, but I don't want to simply write her off. Does that make any sense?" Opal then takes another drink and lets out a tiny burp, and giggles softly. "Oh, aheh! Excuse me. n.n;;"
Dave nods a little as Opal continues, listening carefully. He grins when she excuses herself, then tries his best to answer her question. "Well..." Huh. O.o "Uh..." He shrugs lightly. "It couldn't hurt to be friendly, without reprogramming her." He smiles and hopes that helps, at least a little.
Opal goes into a sort of reminiscing state of mind, and while ingaging in her very train of thought, sees the small blue Flik plushie working on his hobby. She is rather taken aback as she's never seen a *live* plush toy before. She then breaks a sympathetic smile as she notices the little guy getting his hands stuck, and decides to wait and see if he needs help. "Yeah, that does seem to be a good way to deal with the situation. Can't make her change overnight, can we?" Opal gives an appreciative smile to Dave, and then gives a nod toward Yet. "Think he needs a little help?"
Yet another Flik doll tries to shake the stitchery canvas off his hand, but no luck. Even tugging is to no avail. The doll panics. How's it going to come off without taking his hand with it? He emits a barely audible whimper. ._.
Dave looks over at Yet another Flik doll, and jerks his head back slightly in confusion as he sees that the doll seems to be...stuck. 'Wh-" He blinks, and squints momentarily at the canvas and the doll's hand. "What's wrong, Yet?" o.o
Opal is able to comprehend the distressed situation the little guy is having, and hops off of the stool and walks over to Yet and kneels down resting her abdomen on the heel of her foot, the other knee resting on the floor. "Are you okay, little guy?" She asks softly so as to not startle the seemly troubled individual before her, giving him a kind and sincere smile, which is shadowed by a look of genuine concern.
Yet another Flik doll shakes the hand attached to the canvass pitifully. He glances up toward Opal and Dave, fright echoed in wide plastic blue eyes. O.O "I-i-i... it won't... come off!" Of course it can't. The plushie unwittingly stitched his hand to the canvas.
Dave makes his way over to the poor doll and bends down, scratching his head. For a moment he looks just as distressed as Yet, then he blinkblinks, trying to come up with a way to fix *this* one. "W...well...we, uhm, w-we can...pull the thread out." Though he's not so sure how simple that will be. :/
Opal gives another soft smile and slowly but gently moves her hand toward the doll's inadvertantly stitched hand. "Can I take a look at that" She offers in a consoling tone hoping to be of some assitance. "Oh, by the way, my name Is Opal," the name is offered in hopes that it will aid in keeping the situation under controll. Her other hand makes a waving gesture toward herself.
Yet another Flik doll doesn't resist, letting Opal have a look at his hand--the one affixed to the canvas. Mostly black thread was used, which shows up well on the blue faux fur. It may be possible to unthread it, but at the cost of the work put into the 'penguin' so far. "I-I'm Yet," he doll replies tentatively, still very much disturbed about this whole hand-getting-stuck thing. "Y-you... you won't have to cut my hand off, w-will you?" O.O
Dave is examining the stitching on Yet's hand. He looks up at the doll's question, however. "Course not, Yet," he answers with a reassuring smile. Between cutting off Yet's hand and ruining the stitching job...well, he'd rather ruin the stitching job.
You say, "No, I'm sure that won't be necessary." Is the reply given to the uptight little plush Flik doll. "But maybe we can figure out a way to get your cross-stitch off without damaging it as well. Opal then gives a thoughtful expression and a long studied look for several seconds trying to determine a way to de-attach the artwork from the creators hand. "Maybe with a pair of scissors and a few cuts in the right places, we can protect your efforts.""
Yet another Flik doll slump, visibly relieved to know that he can safely avoid an amputation. Whew. o.o But it sure would be nice to get this thing off... At Opal's suggestion, he nodnods. "O-okay."
Dave smiles widely at Opal's suggestion. "Yeah, good idea." He promptly picks up the mimic device. :9
Dave wills the Mimic Device to change its semblance.
Opal studdies the hand and the cross stitch again and a smile crosses her face. "I'm going to try something, and maybe it can work." She then looks at Dave and wonders what the heck he's doing. "Uh, Dave, what are you doing?" she becomes temporarily distracted.
Dave beams and picks up the mimic device, now a pair of scissors, and holds it out to Opal. "Would you like these?" ^.^
Yet another Flik doll bobs his head in a short nod at Opal, calming down significantly now that there's hope. He glances curiously at the mimic device, currently a pair of scissors. o.o
Opal looks at the pair of scissors and places a hand out to accept them "Yes, I think thoes will do nicely." She's a little doubfounded as to how the scissors were produced, but the *are* just the thing needed to do the job. "Now Yet, I'm going to 'carefully' cut some of the black strings, and we'll see if we can save your picture. But don't worry, you won't feel a thing. Just hold your hand still, okay?"
Yet another Flik doll, now that he's actually faced with the sharp, pointy scissors, once again starts to look uneasy. He pretty much sticks to the colorful, plastic, Kindergarten style. Less deadly that way. Hopefully Opal knows how to use those things... "And, and you won't cut anything else?" o.o
Dave scratches the side of his nose, now only watching idly. He just smiles at Yet and glances over at Opal.
gem "Nope. Just the black strings, nothing else." she with one eye on her work, and another on Yet, she begins to pull lightly on he black strings inbedded into the dolls hand. The tip of the scissors are then placed around a few select black strings and then are cut. She then inspects her work to see if a successful separation is possible. "I think this will work, but I'm not too familair with cross stitching. Well just do the best we can." Then a few more strings are cut.
You say, "Nope. Just the black strings, nothing else." she with one eye on her work, and another on Yet, she begins to pull lightly on he black strings inbedded into the dolls hand. The tip of the scissors are then placed around a few select black strings and then are cut. She then inspects her work to see if a successful separation is possible. "I think this will work, but I'm not too familair with cross stitching. Well just do the best we can." Then a few more strings are cut."
Yet another Flik doll quietly submits to the operation, watching the whole affair apprehensively, and wincing slightly at every snip... even though it doesn't hurt. Not even sticking a needle through his hand repeatedly had any effect there. But still... it's all very uncomfortable in a whole other way. He'd squeeze his eyes shut, if it were possible.
Dave smiles at Yet, seeing that the dollie looks pretty uncomfortable. But he stays silent, not wanting to distract Opal in any way. He watches with interest as the ant works on the strings. o.o
Opal works studiously as more and more strings are cut. Finally, the work is done and the creation is separated from it's creator. The image is carefully placed down upon the floor as the scissors are put away. It's best to let the poor little guy get his senses back first before inspecting the image of the black penguin for any irreparable damage. But at the moment it seems to have stayed intact. "There, all done." she attempts to pat the little blue hand a few times.
Yet another Flik doll seems almost afraid to look at his own hand, as if expecting it to be mangled beyond recognition through all the stitching and cutting. O.O But finally he musters the nerve to do so. He turns the hand over a couple of times, examining it minutely. When everything appears to be intact, he perks up immediately. :D
Dave perks up at the same time Yet does, breaking into a big, relieved grin. Okay...it's all good. ^.^ He then peers tentatively at the penguin project, wondering if it survived.
Opal lets out a sigh, not realizing how involved emotion she has become. She's really glad to see Yet to have survived the ordeal.. "Now, like I said before, I don't know how cross stitches work, but since you have had the most experience with them, you can give us and idea if it's still in good shape."
Yet another Flik doll bounces slightly, still absorbed in the relief of getting out of this mess with his hand still on, that for a second he totally forgets about Mr. Penguin. ^.^ But then Opal brings it back to mind, and the doll glances at it. o.o He bends over to pick the work-in-progress up and examine it. "It's all still there..." He turns it over. There's some long bits of black thread hanging out, which may have an adverse effect on the stitched image if tugged, but other than that, even that seems to have been spared.
Dave beams widely, and turns to Opal. "Great job." ^.^ He grins.
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