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[whomheloved]

Characters: Signless, Disciple, Dolorosa, Helmsman and Psii [CLOSED]
Date: Any time from Dolorosa's arrival to the present
Format: Whichever!
Content Warnings: None for now
Summary: Life in the holy bros hive

It's not the easiest of arrangements, each of them having different rooms to stay in scattered about, but they've made it work somehow. Helmsman tucked in comfortably in a bed and Di and Signless bedding down on the floor next to him along with frequent visits to Psii to make sure that he's okay. And then Dolorosa arrived and took charge of mothercluckbeasting all of them, and with the amount of time they all spend trying to be close to each other...well. They're going to need to step up their efforts at getting their own place.

But in the meantime they're together, and that makes just about anything bearable.


((ooc: go ahead and post individual threads, just mark the where and when and whether they're open to the whole family or meant for someone in particular!))

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When Dolorosa arrives?

[ironbound]

She'd told him to sleep, but it's not like he could even if he wanted to. He was really starting to get frustrated with how he's pretty much been put on lockdown by all the women in his life, even if he did appreciate how much the worried for him. At least with the Helmsman around to care for he didn't feel so useless.

But no, exhausted as he was, his guardian was out there. On her way, hopefully, and he was pacing impatiently. Listening for once, rather than rush out to find her. He kept telling himself that this place was safer, kinder than where they came from. It didn't really help that much though.

[beatavirgo]

Finally, there's a sound from the door. Some jiggling of the lock before it swings open, and Dolorosa is carefully peering inside. The entire walk through, she had carried her lipstick in her hand and rushed to reach the door Psi had indicated. Her heart is beating hard in her chest, and when she sees her boy-

The door is thrown open, and she rushes to embrace Signless as hard as she can.

[ironbound]

Signless turns his head when the door opens, hood down away from his face. His eyes are wide and exhausted, but that spark that always drives him was still there. Stifled and choked some, but stubbornly burning on. He barely has a chance to react before his guardian is on him.

His gasps harshly against her shoulder, wrapping his bandaged arms tightly around her. The grip of his hands is far weaker by comparison, but that doesn't stop him from curling his fingers into her cloak.

The greatest torture had been not knowing what had become of her. The highbloods had been more than happy to give him various, horrible ideas, all of which are tearing through his mind and heart right now.

[beatavirgo]

"I'm here, I'm here.." Making small shooshing sounds, she wraps her arms about him. Her other dress, all rough now and covered in blood, she'd put away. Her dress right now is a bit simpler but still familiar to Signless, or at least it should be. Her fingers, slender but rough, thread through his hair.

"Safe and sound, safe and back to you. Everything is going to be alright from now on."

The 20th, Open to the whole family

[beatavirgo]

[With the Dolorosa here and with a bit more money and things to trade on her person, there has been a bit more to spend for essentials. She always makes sure to let the others know when she is going out and how long it should be before they start getting worried- the same sort of tactics they often employed back on Alternia.]

[It's during one of these outings that she returns. All the groceries and clothing are in her sylladex, but in her hands... There are some papers. Heading to their small kitchen, she begins to organize things even as she calls out into the rest of the house.]

I have returned. I know some of you have been feeling restless, so I looked into a few opportunities, if you're interested. Also, I managed to have enough on my person to purchase a few delectable treats. We can have them after our dinner.

[biiowiired]

[Never without his mirror, he floats out of the respiteblock with it hovering behind him. Psionics tap it as he edits lines of code. This is a very relaxing activity.]

Doeth uther require athithtanthe with thupplieth?

[beatavirgo]

[It is, admittedly, a bit nice to see their Psiioniic a bit more active. Dolorosa knows he still hasn't recovered mentally, or emotionally, but activity is good. Her smile to him is particularly bright.]

If you are positive of your ability to multiclass and your current constitution, then I would not disagree with help.

[She taps one nail on a piece of paper as she turns to put away some jelly in the fridge.]

I also believe I have found something that is perhaps helpful in keeping your mind busy and active if that is something you are interested in. I believe you expressed some desire to help around the hive.

[biiowiired]

[Active, as opposed to holing up in the same room as usual. He hasn't even been outside more than twice in all this time. Really now. But, he is trained to be helpful to users, so he must help.]

Thythtem ith programmed for multitathking.

[Psionics move everything to the fridge and cabinets in twos. He only pauses in editing code to look at the papers. He then shows his mirror, upon which are the relevant quests. God forbid he make a decision himself.]

The following are motht thuited to Thythtem'th capabilitieth.
"Lost Password" Yoghl of the Docks
"Customs Paperwork" City Customs Office

Thythtem may altho perform labor.
"Plumbing Problem" Eridan Ampora, Municipal Inspector
"Graffiti Problem" Lorriswarkin, the Speaker of Darstone

Thythtem may altho accompany emithary mithion to indigenouth tribe.
"Diplomatic Immunity" Lorriswarkin, the Speaker of Darstone

[He's piloted Condesce to so many planets so she could issue her generally cordial welcomes. It isn't until later she sends Cavalreapers to lay waste to them. That's how diplomacy works, right?]

[whomheloved]

[Di is just back from her own job as well, and she greets the jadeblood with a great big smile as she walks into the kitchen. It's so good to have her back with them.]

Hello, Rosa! [The smile only grows bigger at the mention of treats, and she's soon busy sniffing the air to try and guess what she brought for them. She also knows that any more than sniffing will result in some very pointed looks and possibly the treats being withheld for a while longer.

Distracting herself from the thoughts of sweets is a good idea just about now.]

Opportunities? What kind of opportunities? [She takes a seat next to her, instinctively leaning against her side for comfort as she looks over the papers.]

[beatavirgo]

[As a matter of fact, she was subtly side eying all those attempts to sniff out the treats, so Disciple's self restraint earns a slight smile. She fondly runs her hands through that wild mess of hair while putting away the rest of their groceries.]

Some minor temporary occupations around the city which I believe should be safe enough, along with the quests we have all been informed of. They seem to be very simple tasks which needs doing in most cases. I have already contacted someone to fill one of these tasks myself in exchange for what I believe will be very useful items, so tomorrow will find me absent for a sort while while I collect some items.

However- [Don't mind the echo, Disciple, she's just putting things away in the cupboards now, which may mean sticking hear head in there a bit.] You are quite our little artist at certain times which I mean to say is all the time, are you not, Di?

[ironbound]

-=and here is her beloved grubmonster, peeking into the culinary block, still hiding in his cloak even indoors=-

Opportunities?

[beatavirgo]

[Once upon a time, he used to do the same thing with her dress. Always hiding...]

Opportunities which would keep a restless little wriggling grub such as yourself rather occupied.

[She sends him a teasing smile as she puts away their supplies into the thermal hull.]

Meeting AU Psii. Before Dolorosa arrived? Open.

[biiowiired]

[OOC: OPEN because Helmsman needs someone to validate this pink alien's claim that he is a friend. After that, twinsies moments!

[He allowed Signless and Disciple to tend to his organic needs, as he had designated them temporary system administrators. But he is still very wary of strangers. He gives a start in bed when he sees a pink-fleshed alien enter the temporary respiteblock.]

Uthername?

[temperedadmin]

[He had been hoping to find Di or SS here, at least one of them. But no, it was just his troll self and despite the fact that part of him felt as though maybe he should leave, it's really been long enough avoiding the other.

Alhen shuts the door behind him and is sure to be calm as he removes his gun holsters and sets them on a table. Best to show he's unarmed with the state the other is in.

He opens his mouth to respond, but pauses. No, hiding it would just make things more awkward than it needs to be.]

Captor. Human. Thadly I've yet to acquire a uthername here, and it'th been far too long thince I uthed the one I had at home.

[A slight quirk of amusement, even though he knows very well the other more than likely didn't mean it literally. His knowledge of the whole situation is still limited, so he doesn't want to make an presumptions.]

[biiowiired]

According to network data, "human" ith a bipedal alien lifeform.

[That makes "Captor" his desired username. He feels a throb in his head at that name and winces a little. It's his, but he can't (won't?) remember it.]

Uthername cannot be thtored due to corrupt data. Pleathe thelect another.

(Re)introducing himself to Dolorosa. 15th? Open.

[biiowiired]

[Helmsman is wary, as with any stranger entering the room where he's been told to rest. Yes, stranger. The Condesce's striking of the rebellion from all records was thorough, especially in her helmsman. Without her powerful presence, though, little tendrils of familiarity creep at the back of his mind.]

Uthername?

[beatavirgo]

[It had taken a lot to steel herself before entering this room. Actually seeing the state that wretched witch put him in... For just a brief second, Dolorosa thinks she will falter. Thinks she will not be able to do it. But she perseveres, smiling gently as she gently closes the door behind her. Hopefully the hurt in her eyes isn't apparent.]

I have been told you are currently experiencing some sort of complicated computer issues with... usernames. So perhaps if we stick to something of considerably less length than my official title, you will remember it with a bit more success and we can work our way up from there. Will 'Rim' do?

[Her tongue rolls just a bit on the 'r'. Signless used to chirp it out to her, and while she's not sure why he would call his "lusus" such a thing, it's always seem to stuck, and those close to them have known it.]

May I come closer?

[biiowiired]

[Her gentleness is strange to him. His head throbs for a brief moment.]

Uthername "Rim" thtored. Who gave uther Rim information about Helmthman Thythtem?

[He doesn't know the tealblood he spoke with on the mirror was hiding her more jade-colored feelings. Helmsman may admonish against her impersonation, but decisions on who gets culled ultimately do not lie with him.]

Uther Rim may not touch Thythtem.

[She didn't even say she was going to touch him, but the fear is there.]

Chilling out in the living room some time after Dolorosa's arrival - open

[whomheloved]

Disciple has made herself a small pile with all the cushions she's been able to scavenge from around the hive, and now she's settled happily on top of them, sketching away in her book. Signless hasn't said much lately, but that hasn't stopped her from trying to add at least a little something to the pages every day. She's almost done for now, though, and will be looking for company soon enough. It looks like there's room left on the pile for one more!

[beatavirgo]

Well, if there's room, don't mind if she does!

Dolorosa settles down onto the pile with all of her usual grace, even if it so happens that she's rather tired. Trying to look after everyone in the hive, get used to a new world, and constantly venture out as sneakily as possible to make sure everything is alright around that hive tends to do that to her.

"What are you drawing, Di?" she asks, sweeping some hair away from Disciple's face.

[whomheloved]

Di looks away from her book and up at Dolorosa as she settles next to her, greeting the older troll with a smile laced with concern. She's been working hard to look after all of them and Di's afraid she'll wear herself out.

Still, it's a good sign that she's taking the time to sit down and rest a little, and she intends to keep her next to her as long as she can.

"Us," she replies, tilting the book so that Dolorosa can see the nearly done drawing of the four of them camping, Signless with his head on Di's shoulder and one hand gesturing in the air as he speaks, Psii sitting across from them and leaning forward to hear him (with a few bees inexplicably buzzing around his head) and then Dolorosa herself, quietly mending something with a faint smile on her lips as she listens as well. Just as Di remembers them before they all ended up here.

Re: Chilling out in the living room some time after Dolorosa's arrival - open

[ironbound]

After calming down -and perhaps forced into a short nap by a certain, meddling guardian- the catgirl might find a nubby horned messiah crawling lazily into the pile with her. He doesn't say anything, he just curls up against her side and rests his head on her shoulder, watching her draw.

[whomheloved]

Signless is greeted with the same ready affectionate smile that Di always has for him, holding one arm out for him to curl up safely beneath. She presses a kiss to his forehead and nuzzles her face gently into his hair before turning back to her drawing, holding him close. She's almost done with the picture anyway.

Re: Chilling out in the living room some time after Dolorosa's arrival - open

[biiowiired]

[Helmsman will most certainly not cuddle on the pile, extremely comfortable though it looks. He hovers nearby and watches Disciple make pictures. With her hands. Out of her imagination.

[This whole process is baffling to him.]

Ith uther Di making a new code?

[whomheloved]

Hello, Psii!

[She shifts rather pointedly on the cushions, leaving a Psii-sized spot right next to her.]

No, I'm not coding, I'm drawing.