multiversallogs | All mimsy were the borogroves...

Who: Mermaid, Manticore, and YOU!
What: lazing by the gross tar, or roaming the city
Where: Brock Marsh where the gross tar forks, and wherever is convenient to you!
When: Throughout last week
Notes: polyvore set with multiple costume changes!
Warnings: Lovely tooth filled friend.

Shrieky was going to take Manticore back to his own world eventually. He'd been around the temples, and he'd asked people for advice, but in the aftermath of the invasion there was enough displacement of their own people for anyone to be too interested in wanting to help a stray manticore. Additionally, it had not evaded Shrieky's notice that when he tried to explain that Manticore had been as hurt and troubled as the rest of them when the sky opened up, certain people looked at his companion as if he too was part of the problem.

He knows it isn't ideal, and he knows that the Manticore will need to go home eventually, but in some not insignificant way, Shrieky is pleased. It's not that he wants the manticore to be trapped in Baedal forever (although it would be nice if the manticore could willingly choose to stay in Baedal forever), but... over the chaos of the last month, Shrieky's circle of friends has been bisected. The squat which had been crammed with it's illegal inhabitants before, now feels comparatively empty. The survivors come and go at odd times, and some have drifted away already, moving closer to their families, or to the outskirts of the city. Shrieky could sense the day coming when they would all be dispersed, and he'd be left alone again.

But as long as Manticore was there, that day was yet to come! The creature had a way of making the entire house feel full with his tolling voice, and he and Shrieky had scarcely been apart since the world was sewn shut. They ate together, played games together, slept in a large lion-y pile together, and roamed the city together. As long as Shrieky could keep his focus on Manticore, and not on his host of lost and dead friends, all would be well!

On this particular day, Shrieky and Manticore have been out for hours. They've had a little hunt through the goods of the Bazaar, they've visited Queequegs where Shrieky had enjoyed a cup of coffee and manticore had enjoyed a bowl of milk, and now they're flopped out on a small patch of grass beside the Gross Tar.

There are two takeaway trays on the grass beside them, one filled with cooked meat, and the other with raw. Both have been picked at, but neither Shrieky nor Manticore are eating now. Instead, Shrieky is sprawled out comfortably, flat on his back, and Manticore is laying on his side, perpendicular to the mermaid. His body is stretched comfortably across Shrieky's stomach, and Shrieky has one hand buried in the Manticore's fur, stroking him lazily.

They are both purring.

[ooc: Multiples welcome and encouraged! If you'd like to thread but don't have a reason for your character to be around Brock Marsh/The Gross Tar, just tag in with another location, and I'll find a reason for them to be there <3]

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Something has blotted out the sun.

Which would be ominous two or three weeks ago, probably indicating something had eaten the sun, but now it's only because there's a pink-haired girl hovering in the air a good six or seven feet off the ground, directly in its path. Megan's wings make a fluttering-buzzing noise as she flies, quieter than one would expect given how comparatively massive they are to the insects they resemble.

Also she is chewing bubblegum that makes her breath smell like powdered donuts. Her backless t-shirt has a picture of a cupcake on it and her booties are American flag print. She is the least threatening thing present here, basically.

"Hiya," she says eventually, and pauses to blow and pop a bubble. "Whatcha doin'?"

The lion-thingy lying on top of him isn't trying to eat him, so she assumes it's either a xenian citizen or one of Baedal's normal weirdo fauna specimens.

Shrieky cracks open an eye at the sudden casting of shade across him, and smiles beatifically when he recognizes who it is hovering above them.

"Hiya to you too! We were just enjoying the sunlight." He tilts his head, squinting up at her, "What's that in your mouth?"

The manticore too is looking up at her, but it's not made any move to de-flop from it's position across Shrieky's stomach, and if anything, the additional company has only intensified it's thunderous purr.

Megan obligingly gets out of the way of the sun, then, although she still stays in the air. It's a nice day, a break from the shit weather they've had lately (and, you know, the monster rain thing), and she's taking full advantage of the opportunity to stretch her wings.

"Gum," she says, and blows another bubble -- this one of fairly epic proportions, barely managing to prevent it from getting all over her face when it pops. "You want some? I got another couple sticks. It was on sale." Probably because nobody but her wanted that much sugar in their system at once.

She's got a flask in her pocket too but it's already half-empty. She nods her head at the manticore. "Who's your friend?"

Shrieky watches, transfixed by the bubble blowing, but he shakes his head in response to her offer. "No thank you, I have some meat here... it does look strange though. Are you certain that it's food?"

Manticore reaches up to bat a paw at her, in an uncharacteristically delicate motion. The very tip of his paw reaches the toe of her shoe, and he pats it lightly to the side. The claws stay in, making it clear that he's only playing.

"He's Manticore." Shrieky replies lightly, "He's living with me until there's an appropriate time for him to be sent home."

"It's like food," Megan suggests instead. That's right, isn't it? Candy is technically food. She's a responsible adult, by the way.

Megan flips in mid-air so that she's hanging upside down but bent in half, her legs still dangling under her. It would be extremely uncomfortable on land. In the air, she looks like a puppet with cut strings someone positioned weirdly. Her foot nudges the manticore's paw right back; a predator of that size is naturally going to inspire caution in most people when it comes to "playing," but Megan has a couple shots of Jameson and a major sugar high going on.

"Sent home? I thought, like, people couldn't do that. Or like, the gods won't let them, or whatever. 'Cause they're dicks."

Manticore takes another gentle swipe at Megan's foot, the first and tiniest hint of a claw coming out, as he tries to slip off her shoe.

Megan, unless you want your shoe to be eaten by a manticore, it is not a good idea to surrender it to him.

"Well, he didn't arrive here the way we did. He showed up last month, so I think they'll be happy to let him leave." He rubs his fingers through the manticore's mane, frowning slightly, "Actually, could I have some of that stuff? I think I can smell it from here..."

It smells nice too! Sugary! His curiosity is piqued...

Megan squeals and does another mid-air flip, this one propelling her another couple of feet in the air. She likes these shoes, okay, she's not going to let them get clawed up or gnawed on by a giant... whatever that is. Lion thingy. With a people face. Okay.

"Yeah, sure! Hang on." Megan has to dig in her shirt somewhere to find the pack of gum... look she doesn't carry a purse and half the time her "pants" are actually just a pair of leggings, she hasn't got pockets most of the time. You have to get creative under such circumstances. She pulls out one individually wrapped stick and aims it at Shrieky's general torso-area before dropping it. "Catch." Hopefully it will not be intercepted by a manticore! Gum isn't good for them. Probably, anyway, with those teeth.

"Oh, so like, it came in the monster rain or whatever? But it's not like... eating anyone."

Shrieky flails his hands a little wildly, in an attempt to catch the falling gum. Instead what happens is that it lands on his chest with a little 'pap' sound. Manticore gives a little sound of sorrow at the loss of Megan's shoe, and rolls over, it's big, furry body swallowing up the gum.

Shrieky searches through it's fur for a few minutes before giving up. He'll get it later, when Manticore rolls in a different direction.

"That's right. I know most of the monsters were bad, but he was just lost and far away from home, like the rest of us."

Megan giggles when the manticore rolls over on the gum and it gets lost somewhere in its ridiculous fur. At least it's not chewed, they won't have to be putting any peanut butter on Manticore's beautiful flowing mane.

"Oh. Well that's cool then." She makes a gesture like a fistbump to the manticore, but she isn't going to actually fistbump anything because it has like gigantic paws and will probably cut her hand off or something.

"So it's a he? Can he talk? He's got like... a people face." Which is a bit freaky, honestly.

The manticore answers her question about whether or not he can talk, with a string of happy little manticore sounds, which Shrieky echoes a moment later, with little faux-manticore mermaid sounds. This done, he glances up at Megan, and adds "I think if he was a lady, he wouldn't have such a flowing mane, would you?"

Manticore makes a sound which might be agreement, or might just be an exercise in making sounds, and Shrieky pushes his face against his friend's big silky head, "And manticores are supposed to have people faces. He doesn't speak common though, no."

Shrieky glances up at Megan again from his position entangled in the depths of a Manticore, "How've you been, Dragonfly? Have you been all right since things calmed down again?"

"Well I dunno 'cause like unicorns have got beards sometimes when they're ladycorns. Or maybe that was a boynicorn with a sad little horn." Uh... "And maybe he just likes having nice hair?"

Megan you cannot braid a manticore's mane.

"Yah, I guess. The Vault's open again so I've just been like. Working. But it kind of sucks because a lot of people are all like, depressed and just cry a lot, which, like, maybe that makes me sound heartless but jeez I'm a stripper, not a therapist, go like... talk to a doctor or something about that. Like, whatever." Somewhere in all the verbal static there is a statement that makes sense. Good luck finding it. "Whatcha been up to?"

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