multiversallogs | gifts from the heart, AWWWW.

Who: Rex Lewis, Ana Lewis, Odessa Wander, open to all
What: Rex has some going-away drinks after quitting his nursing gig and gifts his sister with a weapon.
Where: A low-key bar in Mog Hill and Ana's home in Syriac Well.
When: A few days after St. Kelley's.
Notes: I'll be tossing up two threads for Ana and Odessa, but if your character wants to run into Rex/has business with him and his engineering workshop ~~which may or may not take weapons contracts~~, feel free to start a new thread. It can be anywhere/anytime, I'm flexible and can make up reasons for Rex about.
Warnings: N/A

Rex should never have been taken from the Barge. Certainly, he'd been making progress. He'd learned that mind control was, perhaps, not the best way to get things done (if only because it had ways of backfiring, and then he was left with the consequences), and that he couldn't always take care of a problem through blowing it up. He could even function in society (unlike many of the other inmates), put on a polite face and work a legal job out of the shadows, come home to a partner (who he didn't even feel the urge to dominate. Progress.) and a cat, of all things. Rex Lewis with a cat. How... normal.

But he wasn't ready to return to society. Rex could be... functional, but he hadn't been rehabilitated. For months, he'd been coasting along, but without any supervision, the slide back into old habits was simply inevitable. First, he began drafting up designs for Baedal-compatible weapons. Just as an intellectual exercise. Then, well, he might as well build a model or two. Just to see if he could. And now that he had a few successful (if less sophisticated than he was accustomed to) prototypes of pulse pistols under his belt, it would only be a matter of time before he decided to take his little operation to the next level.

Now, if only he could figure out how to begin production of his nanomites again. The limitations of this world were nothing short of infuriating.

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Rex shifted back subtly, because it wasn't like he knew Shrieky well enough to allow him to invade his space. Give it time, merman. He took a big gulp of his vodka-and-whatever, the drink going down a lot easier now that he was drunk.

"What kind of eels? I'm partial to... Ophi... ichthy... de... uh. Snake eels." Rex wasn't a huge fish person, but at least eels were at least, like, the snakes of the sea. In fact, he should say that. "Eels are like the snakes of the sea. I mean." He waved a hand. "Aside from actual sea snakes. Like the... the... sea krait." Wait. He leaned forward-- now it was Rex's turn to stop caring about personal space. His eyes were wide with sudden interest. "Have you ever seen a sea krait?"

Tell him you have, Shrieky.

Shrieky had absolutely no clue as to what a sea krait was, but telling this to Rex might just end the conversation, and that would be completely unacceptable. Instead, he answered with all the guile of a lonesome mermaid, "Well, I did live in salt water, so it's entirely possible I have seen one! However I mostly just made up names for the things in the moat, so in order to be sure, you should tell me about sea kraits?"

Shrieky tries to look as if he is being truthful, as well as being quietly intrigued by the concept of underwater snakes!

"They're just-- they're so--" He put a hand on Shrieky's shoulder for emphasis. "So beautiful. They have stripes, you know. It's like, the stripes? They camouflage the krait when it's on land, then just." He removed his hand from the merman and waved it about as if his hand was, in fact, the snake. "It confuses the fish. It's an optical illusion." Rex leaned back and sighed happily, looking quite content for a moment, just kind of staring at nothing. He was clearly thinking about snakes. "They're really venomous." Smiling and nodding as if to confirm, yes, Shrieky, what I say is truth. "They're in the same family as the cobra, too," he added. Just in case Shrieky was wondering.

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Shrieky was touched by Rex's passion, and he listened to the description intently. "There were some elongated striped creatures in the moat with me, none of them ever bit me, so I don't know if they were poisonous or not, but they were most beautiful!"

They were also fish. He is literally one hundred percent certain that they were fish, and not terrifying poisonous snakes. But for all Rex knows they could have been!

"Have you ever touched one?" He asked, earnestly. Whether the question was about cobras or sea kraits wasn't really important.

Luckily, Rex was drunk enough not to point out that many fish were elongated and stripey, so he just raised his brows, clearly impressed, and smiled the smile of a lonely man who just found a kindred spirit. "Really?" Siiiigh. "It must have been amazing, seeing them swim. Up close. In person." Rex paused. "Although if you see them every day, I suppose it might lose the appeal."

Like snakes could ever not be a beautiful sight. Rex tilted his head for a moment, clearly trying to figure out if the question was for kraits or cobras, then he decided that it didn't matter, because bragging was more important.

"A few times, in very controlled conditions. I had a pair of cobras-- king cobras, actually-- back home, but." He pulled a frown and glared to the side, clearly picturing something or somebody he hated. "Then my home was under siege and I couldn't take them with me."

And then he ordered his men to blow up the base, so really, the death of his cobras was probably his fault--

No.

No, it was never his fault. It was the Joes' fault for breaking in and storming the place.

"I have another snake now, though. An Eastern indigo. Do you want to see her?" Like a proud, somewhat disturbed parent, Rex keeps pictures of her on his CID.

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"Oh no they never lost their appeal!" Shrieky replied emphatically, waving his hands to make it clear that that was never a thing that could happen, "They were sort of like having a very great number of friends, none of whom could speak, and some of whom I was required to consume for my survival, but seeing them every day was really the best thing about them being there at all."

Apparently this is just a convention for incredibly lonely people who over identify with creatures incapable of feeling love.

That was probably Shrieky's favorite thing about Rex. He might have been human (because really, so many people tended to be that, despite how Shrieky resented it), but he certainly didn't appear that interested in humans. He didn't even seem that interested in Shrieky, and Shrieky wasn't human, so clearly, he had even less time for humans themselves.

No, Rex appeared to be all snakes, all the time, and Shrieky liked that in a person. At Rex's offer to display his east indigo, Shrieky nodded earnestly, "I would be absolutely honored to see her!"

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Rex grinned and nodded enthusiastically. Yes, he could understand! Right down to having to consume one's friends!

Only, in Rex's case, it was less "consume" and more "inject with nanomites." Still, it was similar enough that Rex could relate to some degree. Most people were simply disposable, just like food. And, given that his favorite snake was the king cobra, which lived off of other snakes, he certainly had no qualms with ophiophagy, if that was indeed what Shrieky had practiced from time to time. With the banded kraits. That lived in the moat.

He dug into his pocket and pulled out his CiD, smile still playing at his lips. Shrieky's interest in his snake had just earned him a few more points in Rex's esteem.

"This is Tiamat," he said, leaning in to show Shrieky a series of totally exciting pictures of a large black snake just chilling out in its habitat. "I rescued her from my-- from a friend's bedroom. She didn't get there on purpose, you know? But everyone acted like she was a monster."

Truly, with Shrieky's eating of sea life, and Rex's brainwashing of his colleagues, these men were kindred spirits!

Shrieky squishes in towards Rex, to get the best possible view of his baby girl, and is suitably impressed by what he sees, "She's so glossy! Her scales are like ravens feathers..."

Okay, so they're actually more like snake's scales, but Shrieky's more of a bird guy, if he's completely honest. Still, he's not going to linger on birds when there's a snake lover right here, "Humans act like everything is a monster, it's really idiotic, because one day an actual monster turns up, and no one will take them seriously." This is a major concern shush, "Anyway, I think she's lovely. Is she here in Baedal with you?"

"They feel soft, too. Snakes. They're very soothing to touch." Rex pocketed his CiD now that picture time was complete, snorting with contempt at Shrieky's assessment of humans. How totally right he was. "They do. They're reactive, easily threatened by anything new or different. It doesn't matter who you are or what you are, they'll see you as a monster if it suits their purposes."

After a gloomy pause, Rex considered that question and smiled.

"She is now. That holiday, that... St. Kelley's day? She was brought back to me."

gifts from the heart, AWWWW.

BEGONE

NEVER!

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