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Fluorine let got of Titanium (he felt cold and smooth) and kinda collapse-sat onto the floor. She was getting the nausea under control now, slowly but surely, but the world was still spinning a bit. She was thirsty and there was a NASTY aftertaste in her mouth. Fluorine's mind was racing frantically to figure out what was happening with her. She had never been sick in her entire life, most certainly not like that.

Leaning on one of her hands Fluorine tried to brush the hair out of the face. She wanted to just leave and go home, but even the thought of moving was not an option right now. Fluorine tried her best to concentrate on not puking. Perfect timing. It's like ... she got poisoned or something. Weeeeeeeird. Not to mention that she looked like a complete idiot now and not like a sex kitten at all. Let's try damage control ...

Looking up thru the curtain of her hair she finally spoke: "M'kay. Thank you. Erm ... wow ... what was that, anyway?" She tried to giggle and had to put her hand to her mouth again, just in case.

If she didn't move to much she was allright now. The trick was not moving. Fluorine remembered that this conversation started with a proposition of a game of chess and she held onto that conversation pointer now.

"Peachy." - she smiled pretty.

"So ... you said you wanted to play chess? We can make a board right here, if you help me a little ..."

Her brain was working just fine, it's just that the rest of her body was not cooperating. But there was something to be said for poise and self control. And dammned she'd be if she would fall apart like a ninny in front of Ti .. or anybody else for that matter. Fluorine straightened up and breathed out. And raised an eyebrow at Titanium in "I dare you" kinda way.

"Will you get me one of those post it notes and a pencil? I'll think of how to do the figurines ... "

"Catch on fast, do you?" - Fluoirne smiled and took the paper. She was by now very used to handling large, human sized objects like pens and scribbled the board onto the post it note. She was not particullary carefull about it because that would mean not concentraing on not puking. Her insides were hissing back at her but that didn't even make her flinch. When the nausea got to strong she took a quick break.

After Fluorine was done with the board she ripped up a a bunch of little squares and quickly jotted the symbols of the pieces on them. If Ti was helping with any of this, she'd give him a smile. Finally the board was set.

"White or black, handsome?" - Flo purred

The boy said he knew how to play. This would be a good way to learn about what the boy really was. A game of chess really opened up another person's mind . Some where carefull, some where bold, some where reckless. Some, like Fluorine, were tricky. What would be Ti's shtick?

Fluorine adjusted the board carefully and moved her white pawn. He liked black ... fitting. Titanium was beginning to intrigue her. In the few weeks of his existance he had managed to win Arsenic's favor, persuade Neon to a neck breaking plot (erm, not very hard, really) and learn chess. What was his goal in all this? Fluorine figured a bit of small talk wouldn't hurt.

"So why do you want to break out the mutants? I heard Neon's side. What's your goal?"

She was carefully watching his moves. Young or not young, Fluorine was not the one for loosing to Ti in the first game. But she didn't mind to keep him entertainted for a while. Crushing an opponent right away, without even giving hima chance was not how a cat toyed with a mouse.

As they played Fluorine began to notice an oddness about how Titanium was moving his figures. She was not sure what it was at firt and assumed it to be his newness to the game. Or at least inexperience. Yet there was an ... originality ... about his moves she has not seen in Nickel's play or the play of the computer. And as Titanium mentioned WHY he wanted to see the mutants, Fluorine didn't belive him completely. After all, his game as revealing an subtility that was either a clever plan ... or fools luck.

"I see. So you are trying to get a pet to do your bidding."

She shrugged. It was very similar to what Neon told her a while ago. Which made her doubt his words since Titanium seemed so different from Neon. Fluorine carefully switched from one hand to the other, suppressing the nausea with all her willpower.

"Interesting. I have not seen Puchiko's mutants, but I'd like to. So if you need my help we can negotiate ... same goes for your hands."

But what Titanium said did point out his weak point. So the boy was shy about his appearance ... or at least resentful in a way about it. A sweet weakness to be played with and gently stroked ... she continued, looking up at the board and into his eyes:

"Ti, can I call you Ti?"

Fluorine smiled.

"Anyway ... I have found it pointless to try to prove oneself. Most of us are so full of it, we will not notice. Unless you insist on being admired by everyone ... then good luck. But I think you won Neon over by saying mutants and breaking out in one sentence."

She stopped and carefully moved her rook to take out Titanium's knight.

"Then again, if you get Neon hurt or into trouble with humans, I will kick your strappy behind. Me and her might not be the best of friends, but still. I do not mean this as a threat, but as something to keep in the back of your mind. it's your turn."

Fluorine took the bishop with her queen and tossed it aside casually. Ghetto chess was much less satisfying because all you got was a little shred of paper. But she was having fun figuring out Titaniums moves and . The nauseous feeling was getting weaker and weaker. Maybe soon she'd be even abel to go home ... weired, that entire incident. REALLY weired.

"I do not think there is anything out there critter wise that we can handle and Neon cannot. But thanks. Who else is coming?" - she asked curiously, looking up at Tinium for a moment, then returning to the board.

Anyway, Titanium was moving the conversation towards Babe, and Fluorine could never truly resist bragging about her.

"Hell yeah. You should totally get yourself a robot. They are easier to control then critters. You see, part of the reason I got her" - she waved at the persocom dozing off in one of the chairs - "is because my previous guardian was ... unreliable. Besides, you have to train critters, and feed them. Robots ... them you can just reprogram."

Fluorine looked up, eyes sparkling up curious: "What happened?"

She was beginning to enjoy this.