vatheon | (no subject)

Who: The Psiioniic and...?
Where: primarily Larmline apartments
When: 3/18 throughout the day
Status: Open

[ The routine of a Helmsman usually involves more powering interstellar space travel and unspeakable agony. In the bubble-city of Vatheon, however, it is a slow and surprisingly calm routine for the most part.

The Helmsman makes breakfast for three or maybe even four, just in case. He takes a cup of tea up with him as he checks on his bees, assures their health, and spends an hour or two up on the rooftop. Back down to the hive to watch television of dubious quality, then make lunch, and back to those shows that really don't make much sense at all. It's serious business, the study of human culture via television programs.

It's odd how often Vatheon Shore seems to come on, too.

A few hours like that, back to the bees, and back down again. Run the occassional errand, never going terribly far from the hive, and then it's dinner. All the while, his thought bubble is just a stream of incomprehensible code.

At some point, he might even talk to people. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Did somebody say breakfast? Nepeta usually starts the day with Tavros, but sometimes she likes toddling along to either her moirail's or her adopted dad's hive instead, sharing her time around as equally as she can.

She's still half asleep as she wanders in, her kitty hood and kitty shoes on but otherwise still in her hello kitty nightdress, plush!pounce dangling from one arm.

Morning hugs now please, Mister Psii. Or whoever wants to hug her, really.]

Good morning, Nepeta.

[ Still actively cooking breakfast in the kitchen with his psionic lightshow, the Helmsman places a hand on her shoulder. It's effectively how he does hugs, most of the time, though it's an obvious invitation if she wants to burrow up against him for something a bit less half-hearted. ]

Mister Psiiii! 'morning.

[It still feels weird to say good morning instead of good evening right after waking up, but she's getting used to it. Her thought bubble is still all soft colours right now, swirly greens and blues and browns, though they do gather to the edges of the bubble in favour of a smudged-looking drawing of a kitten squishing a large plush bumblebee.

Much like Nepeta is attempting to do with her arms around Psiioniic right now.]

[ That is a strange and somewhat entertaining little bubble. If she takes note, his own has the occasional purple bee bumbling its way right on over the code. As she hugs him, he gently pats her hair. ]

Are you very hungry, child?

Mmm.

[What was that? Nepeta's leaning on him rather heavily, on the verge of falling asleep again. She knows she's safe in this hive with Psii and Signless around, so she sees no need to be on her guard or even the slightest bit alert. It goes to show just how much she trusts them.

But 'hungry' does get through to her after a moment, and she blinks sleep-laden eyes up at him.] Yes?

Very well.

[ And he just neatly plucks her up off her feet, just a half inch or so, and floats them over towards the living room so she'll be able to get comfortable on the couch. (There is nothing wrong with breakfast away from the table from time to time. It isn't even necessary to break up the hug, even.]

I am making thlithed oinkbeatht back and vigorouthly thtirred cluckbeatht eggth.

[She laughs and snuggles on him sleepily, always easily pleased by Psiioniic's method of carrying her around. It might not be a piggy-back ride but it was still lots of fun!]

Yummyyyy! Pounces likes that lots too. Can we have tea with it as well? [A generous dose of sugar with tea in it is what generally helps her start her mornings in true bouncy-kitty fashion. She gets away with it with Tavros but Equius typically does not approve.]

Yeth, I think that I can do thith.

[ Pat pat pat.

He tugs away somewhat, lifting a hand to assemble the necessary double-serving of plates and a cup of tea that may well be more sugar than tea at this point. ]

[The rattle of dishes and hum of voices from the kitchen rouses Sola and he pads in as Psii lifts the plates, nose catching the scent of bacon. The Hylian drowsily shuffles his way to the table and sits before even registering Nepeta's presence.

He blinks twice, slowly, his brain still sleep-fogged.]

Oh, um... hi.

[Nepeta has slipped off of her seat and in front of Psii before Sola even finishes his greeting, sleepiness wiped away by adrenaline as she's confronted by someone she doesn't know. She doesn't look threatening - especially not in that childish nightie and with that plushie she'd been carrying, now dropped at her feet - no growls or baring of her teeth, but she's still quite deliberately putting herself in a position from which she can defend Psiioniic if necessary.]

Hello?

[ Pat pat pap.

She doesn't have to look threatening, the Helmsman recognizes that kind of behavior for what it is anyway. He smiles slightly at the two youths. ]

Thith ith Thola. He liveth here ath well. Thola, thith child ith Nepeta.

[Blink.]

Hi Nepeta. You're friends with Psii too?

[He stifles a yawn waiting for her answer, though why he's so tired is anyone's guess. He went to bed so early last night...]

[The wariness bleeds out of her once Psiioniic introduces them - not a stranger then, but someone living with her two friends and therefore someone Nepeta needs to get to know! She leans down to scoop up Pounce, and makes her kitty plush wave its paw at him.]

Hi Sola! It's nice to meet you! Uh huh, me and Mister Psii are really good friends!

[ The Helmsman smiles faintly, and arranges a second plate along with another cup of tea. It's really just a matter of seconds before both youths have their breakfasts set out neatly. ]

Cool! Me too.

[She gets a broad smile from Sola and a mental image of himself and the kitty-Troll holding hands in his thought bubble. He just made a new friend!]

I really like your plushie. It looks soft.

That's good! Mister Psii should have lots and lots of friends.

[This somehow translates to Psiioniic buried under an avalanche of kittens in her thoughts, though that changes as soon as she sees Sola's bubble. It makes her laugh loudly, a corresponding image popping up in hers, except in her case it's kitten versions of them playing with each other.]

Ohh, she is! The furry softest. Her name is Pounce! Do you want to give her a hug?

Really? Can I? [Sola looks ever so pleased at the invitation and slides down off his chair to go and hold his arms out expectantly, already hugging the adorable plush in his thought bubble.]

Uh huh! She likes making new friends too.

[She hands her plushie over carefully, reassured when she sees Sola's bubble and his noble intentions for her beloved Pounce.]

[Just as his thought bubble shows, Sola hugs Pounce tightly, rubbing his face against the soft plush exterior.] She is really soft! She'd make a good pillow. It's nice to have someone to sleep next to.

[Yes he's totally speaking from innocent experience. He snuggles with Ion on occasion and likes how warm and cozy it is to have someone to hug in the night.]

She likes being petted too! Like this! [Nepeta reaches out to stroke Pounce between her ears, then scritches her there lightly.]

And she does, she makes the absolute bestest pillow! I like having someone to sleep next to as well, that way you always have someone to cuddle! [And it's quite the same for her; even though her hivemate is her matesprit now, even before that they often used to fall asleep together on a pile somewhere, just cuddling and keeping each other warm, and nothing much has changed just because they're in a quadrant together now.]