Gnatty Spider - Piessa

Terres Regalius: "H.....Hna...... you're crushing me."
Potiron Gateau: "Bitchin costume Hna."
Hnaba Kaatapoh farts
A'bhin Nohr' is repulsed.
Potiron Gateau: "Haha yeah same."
Terres Regalius can feel his wounds reopening.
Potiron Gateau: "Hey it's Terres, how was almost dying pal buddy friend?"
Terres Regalius: "C...an't breathe. Hna—"
Hnaba Kaatapoh :)
Potiron Gateau: "Only the strong survive terres."
A'bhin Nohr' tail ways slowly from side to side knowing its not him being p u n i s h e d by Hnaba.
A'bhin Nohr' || However, sudden shivers came upon his neck. She's watching.. isn't she...?
Meria Boucher: I never thought I'd see a man crushed to death by a frog. Life has new surprises in it every day.
Terres Regalius is almost afraid to touch her, but eventually manages to place hands on Hna and attempt to shove her off of him.
Potiron Gateau: "Hey A'b."
Hnaba Kaatapoh: "You wanna get funky with a Frog, terres?"
A'bhin Nohr': "Ah, yes, hello Potrion... Wait, you've been here this whole time?"
Terres Regalius cannot breathe and therefore cannot answer, but he's trying his best to push her,
Potiron Gateau: "Yeah."
A'bhin Nohr' tried his best not to show anyweakness, but he ultimately FAILED ONCE HE SEES THE PIGGY.
A'bhin Nohr' senses pure dread and agony.
Potiron Gateau reaches behind the counter and pulls out...
Terres Regalius suddenly takes a gasp of air.
A'bhin Nohr': "If I can't see it, it's not real.." In a soft whisper the catte echoed his words as he walked towards the other table, no batting an eye to look at the rest. Not anymore
Terres Regalius huffs. "Is... he okay?"
Potiron Gateau: "Th'question is will ye be okay."
Meria Boucher: I think he's just had a bit of a shock.
Meria Boucher: I'm sure he'll come to his senses soon enough.
A'bhin Nohr': "Y-yeah, just.." A'bhin twiddled his thumbs, playing with his tail in hopes to ease his mind.
Terres Regalius blinks. "Er... I imagine so. Not like you t' be worried about me."
Potiron Gateau laughs, "Oh...oh ye thought oh...oh twelve above..." She wheezes, "Ye thought I...c a r ed...about...snnnrt." She almost falls off the counter.
Terres Regalius frowns.
Hnaba Kaatapoh moves from sitting on Terres to standing on the bar. "Ight y'all. We're haunted. The house is haunted plain an simple. Bata let out a bunch o' her spirity friends to wreck shit an' make our lives miserable though mostly only to A'b an Terres." She gives them finger guns. "They be posessin' objects around the house; an that means we gotta get rid o' them with a little machine I thot up."
Meria Boucher turns the mask to face Poti, rather like she's watching a blitzball match. "It is interesting to me how the same words can be construed as 'concern' and 'as a threat.'"
Terres Regalius: "Wh— what did I do?"
Potiron Gateau grins, "Mnn...aye funny ain't it? Language an' all that shite...and YOU." Her golden gaze focused on Terres and she stares all big and wide for a moment before her face melts into a devious smile, "We'll worry about it later...ye heard Hnaba...it's like haunted n' shite."
A'bhin Nohr': "H-haunted?!" By the twelve, "I... by the gods, why did I return." He said now properly sitting in the chair now on ease looking at everything around him. If he's a target, he shouldn't let his guard down but... why is he a target again? Bah! He shook his head and mustered the energy to walk a few feet back to the bar.
Terres Regalius is now also sensing an immeasruable amount of dread. Why did he bother leaving the infirmary?
Meria Boucher: Oh. The house is haunted? I did not notice.
A'bhin Nohr' 's tail angerly swayed, "This better not be another expirement, Hnaba. Although its been a couple of moons, I still remember the incidents."
Potiron Gateau points at A'b...then puts her finger to her lips...then points at him again.
Terres Regalius glances back at A'b. Experiments? Incidents? What the hell went on before he joined??
A'bhin Nohr' stared blankly at Potiron, his tail still swaying angerly.
Hnaba Kaatapoh points to Meria. "EXACTLY! They are good at hidin' so we gotta be even better at searchin'!" She jumps over Terres to the middle of the room, fishing around in her pocket for a moment before pulling out out a chunky device. "Behold! The Goo Catcher 9000!"
Potiron Gateau whistles and claps for Hnaba.
Potiron Gateau: "How the hell does it work though...?" Poti asks once her enthusiasm died down.
A'bhin Nohr': "Goo... catcher, huh? What's the 5000 mean however?"
Hnaba Kaatapoh nearly slaps A'b with the device. "9000, you fool! Device 5000 we don't talk about!"
Meria Boucher: Wait, I still have a question.
Meria Boucher: What does 9000 mean in the name?
Terres Regalius || The questions marks could practically be seen flying off of his head.
Potiron Gateau smells alcohol and quiet seething and ????ing bounds over to Alex as fast as she can. This involves stepping on Terres' shoulder and kinda climbing down him, "Oi! ALex!"
Terres Regalius flinches upon suddenly seeing Alex out of the corner of his eye.
Terres Regalius audibly grunts.
A'bhin Nohr' flintched, ears trailing back his head as he looked at Hnaba with his gray hues, seeing Alex appear, almost wanting to say a few words. "Ack, okay okay!"
Alexois Valeriant had come to get a drink by himself, but found a whole group of people upstairs instead. He groaned slightly to himself, but smirked a little seeing Poti. "Being social now are we?"
Potiron Gateau shrugs, "I guess? I go where the liquor is an' everyone else happened t'be up here..." She reaches into her scarf and beckons Alex to come down to her level, "Oi...oi wanna see what I brought back from Thanalan? Rrmember that shit from that one bar we all wen' ta?"
Terres Regalius: "If by social, you mean 'make sure I am perpetually injured mentally and physically', then aye."
Hnaba Kaatapoh: "It means it took me 9000 attempts ta' get it right!" She spins the chunky, very solid metal device in her hands. "All ya' gotta do it press this button ere'," She presses it, and the device begin to succ. "AND it sucks up anythin' with
the right aetherical signature, aka spooky boys. Though if ya' turn it on high." She flips a switch and the device succs even HARDER. "It could prolly take the skin right off yer face." She smiles while holding it near A'b. "It succ, for the easier explanation."
Alexois Valeriant kneeled down, recognition in his eyes as he realized exactly of what she spoke. "No way?"
Terres Regalius turns his attention back to Hna, pressing a hand to his chin in confusion as he pondered something.
Meria Boucher lets out a slow clap-clap-clap. "I am extremely impressed by your dedication to creating a device that will capture..." A pause. "The... 'spooky boys' currently in our home."
Meria Boucher: Is 'succ' how it is said in these lands, however?
Terres Regalius: "No."
Hnaba Kaatapoh: "Yes."
Potiron Gateau grins and holds out a small bottle. It's made of a frosted black glass. No light enters...no alcohol leaves. It is the thunderdome of death and she holds it in her hand, wiggling it, "Aye aye~. Or at least as close as I coul' get. Shite smells like pain thinner but goes down smoother than honey." She holds it out to ALex, "Take it...with my blessin'. We will need it this night to survive the ghosts."
Terres Regalius: "Please don't ever say that again."
Terres Regalius: "I beg of you."
A'bhin Nohr' slowly backs up, holding his now puffed up tail, trying to aim his body towards the bar. Mayhaps it'll get someone else, or maybe he can distract the machine with the pastry at the bar!
Potiron Gateau: "Succes please hush an' respect out customs."
Potiron Gateau makes a "u n u"
Terres Regalius slow blinks at Poti.
Alexois Valeriant grinned widely, taking the bottle in his hands. "You think we can kill this in one night? Or is that coming too close to death?" he questioned rather seriously. "Wait ghosts? What ghosts?"
Meria Boucher: I am getting mixed messages and I do not understand.
Hnaba Kaatapoh eyed A'bs tail as he moved away... the succ... tempting. But she pauses. "Now, I couldn't make more than one... outta time constraints so we'll hav' ta' pass it 'round. Just b careful not ta' break it or you'll b gettin' sumthin' worse than a succ."
A'bhin Nohr': "Hnaba has a very colorful vocabulary that takes a few tries to understand." The catte whispered, slightly shaking as he tried to comb down his tail.
Terres Regalius places a hand on Meria's shoulder gently but firmly with an expression that could only be described as concerned. ".........Do not listen to them."
Potiron Gateau taps her chin thoughtfully, "Prolly? I mean...whatever..." She shrugs. If she died...she died...and she would go in the way she wished. Partying. ANYWAY she nods to ALex and gestures to Hna and the succ machine, "Aye. Hna says Bata released some spirits or somethin' to haunt A'b and Terres specifically."
Meria Boucher looks to A'b. "Oh, I understand. 'Succ' is a colloquialism, yes?"
Terres Regalius: "How d' you know they were for us, specifically?!"
Potiron Gateau: "Maybe ye got dirty auras."
A'bhin Nohr': Quite. It's similar to the action one would likely compare it to." He explained as best as he could, still on edge. Though his ears perked with the voice of the Hyur. "Mind if you explain, Hna..ba" does not exist.
Terres Regalius: "As a company that does shady business for a living, I don't think anyone in this household has a clean 'aura'."
Alexois Valeriant glanced at the two, rolling his eyes. "Of course it would be them. When did A'b even get back here anyway?" he asked just now realizing the miqote was back in their company. He never paid him much mind.
Meria Boucher: So if I am understanding this correctly... Miss Batachikan is embracing the spirit of the holiday with a training exercise, where our mission is to 'succ' the 'spooky boys' before they destroy Mister Terres and Mister A'b?
Hnaba Kaatapoh snaps her fingers at Meria. "Bingo!"
Terres Regalius: "Destroy?? Who said anything about destroying?!"
Potiron Gateau looks like Terres said something very mean, "Terres...well I never...the nerve...the gall..." She swoons like a woman out of a Jane Austen novel, "The absolute rudeness." She even adjusts her accent to sound more posh.
A'bhin Nohr': "Ah, not long, I still haven't fully aqauinated to living here since I still have my own... missions to attend before I can fully reside." BUT OH LORD the female hyur made his skin crawl, "O-oi! Don't give Hnaba ideas!"
Terres Regalius looks entirely baffled and defeated.
Potiron Gateau: "Hopefully ye an' A;b don' die..." She takes a HORRIBLY LONG PAUSE, "...of fun."
Hnaba Kaatapoh: "Now, I suggest we be startin' our search in ere'. I'm sure they heard us all yakin' up here so they'll know we're cumin'. So be on yer toes, these spirits like ta' play nasty tricks. So I heard."
Terres Regalius slowly turns his attention to A'b, looking incredibly tired. "M...my friend, it seems we are outnumbered this day."
Meria Boucher raises her hand.
Hnaba Kaatapoh: "Ye?" She glances back to Meria.
A'bhin Nohr': "A-aye..." His ears facing back, rested upon his fluffy cranium, "Terres was the name, correct? A'bhin be mine if we shall live another day."
Potiron Gateau moves to stick her head into the pumpkin behind Alex as everyone else asks q u e s t i o n s. "HELLO?"
Meria Boucher: Because only one of us can operate the Goo Catcher 9000, how shall the rest of us be helping in this process? My martial training did not include a section on punching ghosts, I must unfortunately confess.
Terres Regalius nervously offers a smile. "'Tis good t' meet you properly." He looks around. Perhaps he should move to his feet...
A'bhin Nohr' slowly backs away from Potiron and anything suspicious unknowingly walking to the tower of goop.
Hnaba Kaatapoh waved a hand. "Well ya' gotta find an' weakin' em first! Ya can't just get right to the succ! It's likely they be hidin' in objects around the house. So we gotta do our best ta lure'em out."
Potiron Gateau uses a hand to pick at any remaining pumpkin guys that might be left within, "OH NO!!!" She chucks it at A'b, "The goo!"
Terres Regalius is in the process of standing up before Poti's awfully aimed throw of pumpkin guts smacks Terres directly in the face and literally knocks him to the ground.
Meria Boucher: Do we... punch the furniture to cause the spirits to vacate, the--
A'bhin Nohr' made an unholy noise fearing for the worst, but his MAN INSTINCT took in and just looked at Poti with eyes of hate. He caught the goo and chucked it towards his side unknowingly hitting something.
A'bhin Nohr': "Not today."
Potiron Gateau blinks, then bursts out laughung, "AHAHA!!! YET!!! You ebtrayed your own!" She points at the fallen Hyur.
Meria Boucher looks down at Terres. "Oh no," Meria says in an complete motone. "The goo is on Terres's face. Here, please, allow me - before Miss Hnaba uses the machine to succ your skin off.
Terres Regalius quICKLY JUMPS TO HIS FEET. "MERIA NO—"
Potiron Gateau: "SO I still win hooray I will celebrate by THROWING MORE GOO...or I would...but I'm fresh out. Fer now."
Meria Boucher reaches out to try to brush the pumpkin guts off of Terres's face. "--What is it? Is it toxic? Please do not be alarmed; my glove is resistant to most forms of acid."
A'bhin Nohr' shakes his head but does nothing to help, he just looked at the machine whilist trying to ignore the Lalafell. He again tried to hide, backing up more so away from the machine.
Potiron Gateau: "It's goo." Poti says plainly, "But like...spoooooky pumpkin goooooo." She wiggles her fingers.
Hnaba Kaatapoh waves around the chunky Goo Catcher. "Anyone want first go? Er should I show y'all how it goes?"
Terres Regalius: "I-it's just pumpkin!! Please keep that thing away from me,"
Terres Regalius says through gritted teeth, "Poti. Shut. Up."
Potiron Gateau will see A'bhin goo'd this night. By the twelve she will, but as Terres gets feisty she grins, "Oh shut up yerself ye baby, it's pumpkin. Hnaba hasn't killed anyone around here...yet anyway."
Meria Boucher begins trying to help Terres get the pumpkin off of his face. "Ah, yes. That is what I was saying. I wished for you to keep your skin, so I wanted to aid you before Miss Hnaba decided to take matters into her own hands."
A'bhin Nohr': "Hna..ba," He tried to call her by her nickname, but it just proved too much for him, "Why don't you go ahead since you are aware of what to look for and use the machine.
Hnaba Kaatapoh: "Ye, b lucky I ain't fast ta' succ Terres."
Terres Regalius 's cheeks suddenly flare. Oh boy she was so close now. "H- B....I mean— th... thank you."
Hnaba Kaatapoh turned back to A'b with a grin. "Aight, sounds good ta' me." She fiddles with the device some before looking around at the group. "Aight, yall better start searchin' or them ghosties gotta get ur toes."
Potiron Gateau grins as she nods, going to find ghosts...and goo...mostly goo and hey if she finds ghosts that's fine too. She begins in the kitchen. Jumping over the counter with a chuckle.
Meria Boucher does not notice him getting flustered like a true himbo, instead flicking speck of pumpkin away from the corner of his mouth with her thumb. "There. I think that is... passable."
Alexois Valeriant raised an eyebrow at Hna, having zoned out while taking a swig of the GOODS.
Terres Regalius side-eyes Hna as Meria cleans him. "Sh... should be partner up or something? How d' we get th' ghosts to show themselves...."
A'bhin Nohr' || Better his toes than anything else, the catte thought attempting to use the corner as his safe spot. Though he finally, FINALLY noticed the tower of the goo, making his skin crawl and shiver.
Terres Regalius is bout to blow his ????in lid with the mouth caress-
Terres Regalius .exe has stopped working.
Alexois Valeriant didn't feel like venturing too far, especially since that single sip was already getting to him. He turned around and glanced inside of the fountain.
Meria Boucher finally seems to notice that something is amiss with Terres. "Perhaps there was a ghost in the pumpkin?" She notes, then looks to Hnaba. "Is he possesse?"
A'bhin Nohr' managed to get himself stuck looking at the decor! He feared he wouldn't be free, that he was bound to die. His hands reached out to the object behind him only to pluck a string from the harp, "O-Oh, oh geeze," he made another yelp but calmed as he fixed his clothes and himself to walk around the instrument.
Hnaba Kaatapoh: "It's possible..."
Hnaba Kaatapoh: "But let's give every where a search b4 we start succin' on our own."
Meria Boucher: Hm. Um... Okay then, let us see...
Hnaba Kaatapoh gives Terres a nice slap on the back before going towards the fishtank to look for goo bois.
Meria Boucher turns the mask to Terres again, and then taps him briefly on the forehead. "In the name of Halone, I banish thee, oh evil spirit."
Terres Regalius is suddenly forced into reality with a grunt as he is smacked in the back. And oh boy, she's right in ????in front of him again.
Terres Regalius takes one (1) step back and covers his mouth with a hand.
Meria Boucher: ...Did it work? Is the evil spirit gone? Are you going to vomit? I have seen that happen with exorcisms.
Terres Regalius stares. And stares. And then finally blinks. "H....huh? Wh- I was n-never possessed! N-not by anything tangible, anyway......"
A'bhin Nohr' eye's grow wide as his ears listen to the voices beside him.
Terres Regalius: "Sh-should.....we get searching, then?"
Meria Boucher: I suppose so. Do let me know if you feel as if a malicious entity is controlling your thoughts. I will pray to Halone for your soul.
Meria Boucher - with that out of the way - goes over to the table and pulls up the cloth to see if there are any ghosts under there.
Terres Regalius watches her walk away, before he lets out a sigh and looks around. Halone can do nothing to save him.
Terres Regalius catches sight of the fish in this tank and staaaares.
Potiron Gateau blinks as she hears a sound that she doesn't quite know. Turning towards the fireplace she tilts her head then approaches. Peering into the flames, "Hmmmmmm..."
Terres Regalius is very interested in this fish.
A'bhin Nohr' blantantly ignored the steam. The kitched  does that sometimes right? Or.. is it the basement heater? Furnace? They both deal with water and heat and right now, the catte wishes to stay away from danger.
Meria Boucher is a bit curious about the sound of steam, but no one is yelling, right? Still - she walks a bit closer to the kitchen, stopping to check one of the menacing statues by the doorway. Ghosts love menacing statues, right?
Terres Regalius: "What in th' hells...?"
A'bhin Nohr': "WHAT IN THE HELLS!" A'bgin yelled LOUDLY, jumping from his feet and rested ontop of the table, fur from his tail FULLY FLUFFLED and his claws digging deep onto the fabric.
Terres Regalius literally stands there and blinks in utter confusion as a pie suddenly lands at his feet.
Potiron Gateau grins with delight as the paissa spirit emerges. She grabs the two weapons on her waist as she back flips, working on instinct. If thing attac. She attac...but it IS a ghost...so this is pointless. STILL!! She whistles gleefully, "WOOO WEE!! HNABA COME AN' GET THE BITCH!"
Meria Boucher: Miss Hnaba! A 'spooky boy' has been detected! I recommend vaulting over the counter and dispatching of it post-haste!
A'bhin Nohr' panickaly hisses at the movement in the kitchen.
Hnaba Kaatapoh: "A boi, you say?!" She runs over to the counter, doing just that, vaulting over and DOES SHE LAND ON THE PIE??
Hnaba Kaatapoh SHE SURE DOES
A'bhin Nohr' attempts to GTFO.
Terres Regalius flinches as pie is splaterred EVERYWHERE before he looks disgusted.
Potiron Gateau yells. No one is stopping her, and therefore she attac. She launches one of the chakram in her hand at the PIEssa, "FER THE GOO YE PIE CHUCKIN' BASTARD!"
Meria Boucher carefully steps forward, and holds out her hand. Can she perhaps negate some of the pie-struction by wresting control of the fiendish baked goods from the Piessa's control using the power of the stars? Let's find out!
A'bhin Nohr' ran as fast as he could down to the fireplace, almost colliding with the furniture along the way. Nope, whatever was up there is none of his buisness, nono. Not in any of the 14 shards. But now, he has warmth, and anything feels better in warmth.
Hnaba Kaatapoh is also midly annoyed with the amount of Pie on her. "Damn what the hells, that's fer eatin' you FOOL!"
Terres Regalius stares in almost complete shock at whatever the hell was going on all around him. Was this real life?
Potiron Gateau puts away her weapons as the lamp dims, "Coward........" She walks up to the lamp, "Come back out and FIGHT US!!!."
Hnaba Kaatapoh wanders into the kitchen, glaring at the lamp. "I dunno if it's done...
A'bhin Nohr' || Thinking Poti is referring to him, he croached a loud, "NO!"
Meria Boucher steps forward, and beckoning with her hand, the salvaged pies float around her like a bizarre approximation of astrologian cards. It is HER pie, now.
Potiron Gateau: "We must make it done...! A'B BE QUIET I'M TRYIN' T'THRETEN A GHOST BOYO!!!"
Meria Boucher: ...Do you think I can hold these pastries hostage and get it to come out for a ransom exchange?
Terres Regalius creeps into the kitchen since everyone else was gathering inside, before looking around in absolute confusion.
Potiron Gateau speaks in a dark gravelly tone that should not be spoken by a lala of her size, "...Succ it..."
Potiron Gateau catches a banana in her mouth and takes a bite...skin qand all.
A'bhin Nohr' suddenly felt a sense of dread... running like he did probably from a simple prank... Yeah, that's what it was, just another of Hnaba's pranks which truth be told he somewhat missed while in his time here before. With a deep breath, he stood and ran back up the stairs, towards the kitchen prepared for anything...EXCEPT WHAT IN THE HELLS IS THIS ????ACKTR
A'bhin Nohr': "Of course THERE WAS ONE HIDING IN THAT BLOSSY LAMP!"
A'bhin Nohr': *Bloody
Terres Regalius is so unbelievably convinced that he's dreaming, the dumbass walks up to the possessed lamp and.......gives it a wave. "Hey, uh..... mind if we all talk this out? What's with th' violent food throwing, anyway?"
Potiron Gateau: "Haha yeah."
Hnaba Kaatapoh: "Terres thE ????!!" Hna glares at the lamp before pulling out her gun. "You ruined me damn shoes, ya little rat!" She takes the SHOT.
Terres Regalius: "Aye, but if that's th' case then we could all talk it out, and mayhaps th' rest o' us could go shower or something- Hna, you stepped in it yerself, I don't wanna hear it!!"
Potiron Gateau raises her hand as Hna goes feral, "WE FEAST ON GHOST GOO THIS NIGHT!!!!"
Meria Boucher stares the paissa down... and then raises up one of her stolen pies to slam it down on the paissa with a gravitational pull. Perhaps if it became stinky... it would zero-sum out of existence in despair...?
Meria Boucher: You too. You are also stinky.
Meria Boucher: You must accept your judgement as a flawed creation. Your only choice... is to pass on from this sinful world.
A'bhin Nohr' thought about using his pocket knife realizing he left his axe far from here in his temporary camp. So he looked and upon seeing Meria be successful with the pie, he quickly grabbed a piece on the floor and charged to the paissa, slapping the huge chunk onto it
A'bhin Nohr': "Nyeh!"
Potiron Gateau: "Nyeh...?"
Terres Regalius has an existential crisis in the midst of the chaos around him.
A'bhin Nohr' || Hissed out the word Nyeh again as he tried to look supperior to the entity before them.
Potiron Gateau sighs as she rakes one of the chakram off her hip. Lifting it high in the air she inhales and mimicks? Mocks? Who knows...whatever the case as she brings the sharp weapon down she goes, "NYEH!"
Meria Boucher now has ass-pie on her mask and poncho. Oh no. Now it is personal.
Terres Regalius watches as the paissa suddenly flings itself to the ceiling, before suddenly being coated in... pie. He blinks very slowly, before turning his attention to Hna and Poti. "I am now covered in dessert excrement thank t' you two bastards." With that, a few knives hidden underneath his shirt are suddenly unsheathed and flung toward the gods damned lamp in a swift motion.
Potiron Gateau stares at Terres, "..."
Hnaba Kaatapoh shakes off some of the pie. "Would you kick the bucket already! I'm sick' o' this!" She attempts to kick the lamp.
Terres Regalius stares back at Poti. "..."
Potiron Gateau: "Excrement huh? Had t'use that one huh? Now look what you've done...it's vulgar now."
A'bhin Nohr' makes his way to the goo succ machine with the straightest face he could ever hold. Extreme poker face.
Terres Regalius: "It was already vulgar, it's been flinging perfectly good food like a savage everywhere."
Meria Boucher stares at the lamp, and - now one pie lighter in her magical weight-load - she tries to simply make it impossible for this awful void creature to move by gravity-ing its ass so hard to the four the Sharlayans will have to add a Gravity II to their registered spell list.
Potiron Gateau: "Terres....catch the food...in your mouth like a champion." The banana she half ate, skin and all, is on the floor near her feet, "Then...it will learn to fear you."
Terres Regalius: "..... Nevermind, you're th' true savage here."
Potiron Gateau: "See now yer gettin' it." She grins.
Terres Regalius: "Gods........."
A'bhin Nohr' drags the machine with all his remaining strength, huffing and puffing while still trying to maintain his poker face glance. Step by step he inched closer to the kitchen only wondering if it even FITS THE HALLWAY. "It's time to die creaton."
A'bhin Nohr' pressed what he thinks is the succ button.
Potiron Gateau watches the paissa slip, then looking at the banana from earlier she gets to use 20% of the braincell and she bites the lamp, getting dragged along with it should she succ...seed.
Terres Regalius lets her get succed.
Potiron Gateau: "HMMMPFH!!!" Somwwhere in the heavens her sister is ashamed.
Hnaba Kaatapoh watches the display. "Well, I had wanted ta' kno' what happens if someone get's succ'd too..." She concentrates on Poti, waiting to see what would happen.
Meria Boucher genuinely doesn't know where her life went so wrong that she ended up in this room, holding down a possessed paissa lamp screaming about defecation while it - and a fellow colleague - is being sucked by a lamp.
Meria Boucher -- a Ghost Machine, rather.
A'bhin Nohr' tries to grab Potiron, at the same time trying to time the machine off after succing the paissa.
Potiron Gateau is pulled off the piessa, spitting at it as it's sucked away. She dangles a bit as she's held by her scarf. Clasping her hands and batting her eyelashes at A'bhin, saying in a syrupy tone, "M'Hero..."
A'bhin Nohr': "This is definitely a dream and I'm heading to bed." The catte dangled her a bit before gently placing her down. "This is all a dream and I hate every second of it." His poker face doesn't falter, it never does on this day.
Potiron Gateau is dropped down and she very much has a >:3c face on.
Terres Regalius glances at A'b and damn was that a whole ass mood.
Hnaba Kaatapoh frowns a bit as Ab drops the device and leaves. "Well... we got one!" She wasn't sure if this was actually .. good or not.
Meria Boucher may have her face covered by a mask, but still, something about her bearing implies a particularly flat look.
Meria Boucher: ...How many more are there?
Hnaba Kaatapoh makes a face as she thinks. "Uhh.. well I'm think there's one in tha' lobby an one downstairs..an I heard tell o' one in the yard... so.." She moves to smack Terres while she thinks. Just for fun.
Potiron Gateau chuckles...menacingly as she looks to and fro, "Hopefully like...6...that was fun." She is being genuine! "Until our next ghost slappin' I'm gonna go put fake spiders around Ab's door..." She makes an "Ufu!" noise as she wanders off. Climbing over furniture instead of going around it.
Terres Regalius g r unts.
Meria Boucher: I need to get this pie off my clothing. Despite that creature's claims, I.
Meria Boucher: Hate filth.
Meria Boucher: I need to clean myself and then the kitchen.
Meria Boucher: Everything must be cleaned until it is sparkling again.
Terres Regalius takes a deep sigh. "Aye, I..... am need of a bath after that." He was still coming to terms with the fact that this all actually happened.
Meria Boucher gives the pair a stiff nod, and then - looking more like a mammet than a person in movement - walks out of the room.
Hnaba Kaatapoh nods her head a few times. "Aye, well.. let's hope the next one ain't eat toes or anythin!" She laughs before heading ot.
Meria Boucher: That would be better. It is not like I have many left.