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 Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 7:37 pm
He'd convinced her outside again, rolling at the bottom of the door until she opened it again. She didn't trust the rain or the storm itself and brought an umbrella, hovering over him [an impossible task]. He would slide away when she wasn't looking, taking shelter in a thick patch of grass where she couldn't see him. She gave up on this and when she closed the umbrella again he rolled into sight, standing on end at her toes.
She realized he admired it then, because he seemed to face it under the canopy of the trees. They were in the forest [where Verne didn't want to be] but at the very edge, where the trees abruptly ended and the grassy trails to the town began. The leaves were all weighed down with water and dripped on them as they passed underneath; the sky lit up ecstatically without warning with lightning. She liked the rain, yes, not so much as Judas apparently did, but liked it. Her feet would move, wanting to tap rhythms with the repetition of the rain. She would now but the grass was too soft.
Judas, however - he didn't care much for the rain. He was looking after the lightning. If light were lamps' food, then lightning - it was like a safe high, a sugar rush, a jittering moment of energy. He'd never met it before, and what luck it was to be on the first day he was taken from that center. The grass tickled his surface as he rolled out on it, admiring the shine of the sky.
[[Open to all. Let's make sum roleplays, ell oh ell.]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 8:45 pm
The crack of thunder stole her back from her imaginings. She blinked mildly at the soft shimmer of movement under the surface, and wasn't all that startled when it broke. The surface, that is--although her little bulb was shattered into a million rounded water-glass segments, too. She waited for the ripples to mellow, and made sure he was really whole.
"Oh," she said afterwards, gazing upwards towards her very own canopy. Rather like a turkey. "It's raining." There was another crack, and a terse flash on its toes. "Storming," she corrected herself. "Well, at least I won't have to refill the lake." She looked down, almost fond. There were more little splashes now. Not entirely from the weather. She leaned forward on her elbows, and the rain made her spine tingle.
"Blotch, are you alright?"
He was making a rather large fuss, actually. When she just kept following his arcs and leaps with her eyes, he made, fins waggling, for the dank hole in the trunk of the tree.
"Hey, now," Prisma said, shoving up a sleeve. She thrust her arm into the water up to the shoulder, turning her head and wincing. It was cold. She groped. Her fingernails scraped and scratched at the bottom of the basin, stirring the silt and digging up fresh dirt. There was water in her nose. She caught at him, and missed. He was in the tree--if she just--
Her knees slipped off the dampening mini-bank of the lake and she was in. The lake wasn't nearly deep enough to be any trouble but the viral kind. She rose, and shivered, and clutched her lightbulb like a fragile little bird in her hands.
"I suppose you aren't to be blamed," she said. "It is lightning, and you're a watery electric--electrical appliance, and--hell--we're in a lake in a tree." She nodded, frostily. "I suppose we'll just go somewhere else for now."
She scooped out a gallon of water or so in her water-collecting bucket and deposited him therein. "You'll be okay," she said. She only begrudged him a little.
She wondered, on the way down, how she of all people could have possibly come up with something so high-maintenance.
[i think prisma dear suddenly got less stupid on the whole or has several dear personalities. i like her better like this.]
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:00 pm
Jack had picked up Nora to leave and go find some dinner with her, but somehow by the time he got the door locked she was on his head again. Worse, it was raining. "Oh, joy." He muttered. He began walking down the street looking for a place to find something to eat, but wasn't finding much more than those usual white apartment buildings. Eventually he came to the forest, and found there was someone standing out in the rain.
At this place, Nora promptly hopped off of his head, landing in the grass, and somehow hopped all the way over to one of the larger clumps of it. That was when he noticed that the other person was watching their own new light bulb, which was apparently what Nora had gone over to. He walked over to the person and said "Hey, looks like our lightbulbs are playing with eachother or something."
((ZOMG JACK IS MAKING CONTACT WITH VERNE! eek ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:16 pm
Upon leaving the library, Jasper swore and pulled up the hood on her jacket. Kiran's wings flapped twice before closing about his body, and Jasper tucked him into her hood. His feathers felt very soft against her neck.
"You don't like being out in the rain either?" She glanced around, unwilling to leave the library canopy unless she knew where she was going. Unfortunately, she didn't. There was a grove of trees nearby; they would hopefully have some semblance of shelter. And it looked like there were other people there, too.
"Time to socialize," she said to Kiran. He made no acknowledging flutter of the wings, but she knew he understood her. Reaching up to make sure he didn't fall out, she raced across the open space into the trees.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:23 pm
Jabber was lost, again, and it sucked, because it was raining. Chuck was on her shoulder and he was beginning to make a more anxious version of that annoying siren wail. Or at least she thought it was him, kinda hard to tell with her hands clamped over her ears.
"What's your problem?! I thought electric types were strong against water."
But then, most lightbulbs didn't have holes in them. She supposed it would be bad if water got in, he might shortcircuit with all those crazy electrical guts. Jabber began to look for something to stand under. Trees, maybe? It was dangerous for her to be the tallest object around. ... Which she most definitely was. So shut up.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:28 pm
[[You realize my first post did say plainly 'they were in the forest?']]
He seemed out of this world, that little bulb. Totally lost into his own universe, one he'd built with the tiniest smears of mental paint, one he'd breathed life into with sparks. Completely out of touch with this white life, taken somewhere where the yellows and blues and reds were brighter and the air was simpler and the everything was crisper. And the rain, the rain would whisper to you about waltzing under the lightning alone. If Judas had eyes, they would be so far closed that he would be entirely by himself.
Verne's thought process slid to a halt, though her heel was still tapping the ground at a slowing pace. Her eyes lifted from the mesmerizing bulb and set themselves on Jack, empty of response as the air was of toxic waste. Interrupted, she could say. Slowly she swung her head to look back at the bulb of her own and found another standing there, more down-to-earth and less alive in her eyes. Playing could be the word for it; personally, she saw it as existing together. Lightning smeared, jumping between the clouds and shooting light through the bulbs' transparent bodies.
"I don't know," she said in a reply, still facing the children. "I don't know if Judas can play."
Unconsciously her heel tapped again, the other foot drawing backwards with a scrape against the grass. Her feet moved more with subtle rhythms and then relaxed into a casual stance. Verne glanced at Jack to watch him as he replied.
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2 plus lnVrn Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 9:44 pm
((Oops. I only skimmed it the second time I read it. I'll just go slap myself for being unobservant.... *does so*))
Jack laughed. "Well Nora certainly seems to be trying to at least." He said, pointing at the young bulb. Somehow she was still upside down and still hopping. She seemed to be trying to play tag with the Judas. And not very succesfully either, as she was constantly falling and making that embarrassed glow she had. He shivered a bit as the rain water somehow began slithering down his back. Lifting up the collar on his trench coat, he continued, "Although I don't think she quite knows which way is up yet. For some reason she keeps turning herself upside down."
He glanced at Nora, still trying to get Judas to play tag, and turned around to say goodbye to Verne before getting Nora and going on to try and find some place he seemed to remember hearing about a while back, O'Reely's or something like that. Then he noticed the other two people who had joined them in the forest, both with bulbs of their own. One of these new bulbs was shrieking quite loudly, and it was starting to get on his nerves already, after only a few seconds of hearing it. He turned to Verne again. "You know where I can find a place called O'Reely's?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 10:00 pm
Jabber paced back and forth through the forest. Actually she was just pacing forward because it would be stupid to go right back the way she came, that wouldn't accomplish anything. What was she supposed to do now that her house was a giant swimming pool, even grosser than the one in that episode of 2 Stupid Dogs where the the two stupid dogs filled a giant bowl up with their spit?
Chuck had stopped his screaming and was probably thinking about something dumb. If babies could even think. But then, if something can replace the wicks of all your candles with magnesium ribbon it can probably think.
Back to Winnie the Pooh. Owl's house got ruined once. Jabber remembered that he ended up stealing someone else's. So, she was just going to have to steal someone else's house. If she was lucky they wouldn't notice just long enough for hers to be clean again. Ho ho.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 10:40 pm
Judas blinked to realization once more and noticed the other, trying to provoke socialization with him. She was flat on her face when first he saw her, and the light he disapprovingly gave her was distorted through the raindrops. Fascinated, the glow turned soft, curious of the water's properties to change things. But she was so distracting! The other bulb seemed to be trying to chase him when he wasn't moving He did nothing in return and merely blinked out once more, pulling himself back into the lightning.
"I've heard of it, once," said Verne, still once more. She glanced at the paths and roads a while off and said, "I have no idea how to get to it, though. Good luck on getting lost."
And to think she'd always expected men to never ask directions. Her feet moved almost on their own once more, thudding out a rhythm with heels, toes, and various in-betweens.
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 10:51 pm
Prisma did her best to hop off of the makeshift pully and make a smooth landing. No such luck. The one foot she landed with fell out from under her; she went down. The bucket soon followed. She coughed, face halfway submerged in mud, and swore. It was muffled, luckily for Blotch's virgin lampears.
He was alright. Nothing cracked or mangled, as far as Prisma could tell, [vision impaired]. And, for the time being, at least, there seemed to be enough water in the air and ground to keep him, ah, alive. She frowned. He was completely covered in mud, and he seemed to be having a bloody good time about it.
She peered into the bucket. Empty. The trees weren't--yeah, there was no chance of it filling enough from the rain. She supposed she'd have to just get some. For now, though, Blotch'd be okay--and there seemed to be people nearby.
Prisma moped for a moment--she would have so liked to go back up; Blotch was having none of that--and then sulked a bit against the trunk.
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 8:52 am
Jack nodded. "Yeah, seeya. Come on, Nora! We gotta go find somewhere to eat." He started walking over to Nora to pick her up but found that somehow she had already gotten onto his head again. "I really don't know how you can even balance on my head. Honestly, the hair alone should be throwing you off. Not to mention the fact that you're always upside down." He muttered to her.
Careful to avoid puddles, he began walking towards the roads when he noticed the third person with a bulb aside from him. She was completely splattered with mud, and she didn't look too happy about it. He glanced at her again as he walked by her and asked "Hey, what happened to you?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 9:34 am
*~~*~~*
Once outside Jessica opened the umbrella and let it rest against her shoulder, keeping it steady with one hand. In the other hand she held an upright Essa, who seemed very excited by the rain. Or perhaps not by the rain, but by what came with it. The flame designs on Essa would make any second guess that she liked water. As Jessica walked along with the light bulb in tow, she noticed a fairly shallow puddle and decided to test her theory on wether Essa liked water or not. She gently set Essa down in the puddle, and the bulb lit up again. After the protest, and upon noticing Jessica had made no move to pick her up, Essa dropped to her side and rolled out of the puddle. Jessica smiled at Essa's indignation and bent down to pick her up again. Essa though, contrary as a cat, rolled away from the offered hand. Soon she came upon a small hill and started rolling down it, gathering speed as she went.
"Hey!" Jessica called as she went after her new bulb. Essa reached the bottom of the hill, and it just so happened to stop where the forest began. Of course, Essa didn't reverse roll to stop herself until she nearly collided with a human heel. Doing a reverse roll, Essa managed to slow herself down quite a bit, but not enough to avoid collision completly. She rolled into the heel and flashed brightly to show irritation at being bumped. Essa then took in her surroundings and noticed that she was in a clearing in the trees where many other people were gathered. Actually, they all seemed to be caretakers, like her own Jessica was. For they all had light bulbs with them. Of course they varied in type and personality, but they were all baby bulbs like she was. Essa kept up a steady glow of happiness at the realization that there were other bulbs here.
When Jessica finally caught up with the trouble making bulb, she saw that Essa had run - er, rolled - into another person. The girl was wearing a hooded jacket and evidently hadn't noticed Essa yet. Jessica couldn't see the girl's face, for she was a distance behind her, so she sped up her pace and gracefully leaned down to grab Essa and at the same time stepped into view of the girl. Jessica let her usual smile turn into a slightly nervous one and said, "My bulb bumped into you, I'm sorry" It was then that she noticed that the girl also had a baby bulb with her, though it seemed to be hiding from the rain. It was smaller than Essa and had wings. Essa also noticed the winged bulb and was upright and started glowing a bit brighter, obviously she wanted to meet this new bulb.
*~~*~~*
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:06 pm
There was a speck of bark hanging half amputated from her tree. She picked it off and held it tightly between two fingers, and squinted upwards towards her house. Another brief flash of lightning, green from the leafy foreground, and she tried to forget about her bed.
She sniffed, and turned. "What?" The bark was very nice and tangible, slipping through her fingers. She flicked it into the bucket and looked down at the person's shoes. After a moment, she leaned and scooped Blotch from in front of them. He was camouflaged well, after all.
"I, uh, fell," she said. Blotch was trying to squeeze between her arm and her body, like a rat. She pulled him back out and set him in her palms, cupped to gather the tiny raindrops.
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