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[p2iioniicii2t]

Who: Psiioniic, Dualscar, Signless
What: The Psiioniic has no idea what is going on.
Where: their hive
Status: first thread: closed for now, may open up once this gets sorted out
Style: confused yet action packed

[ Waking up in a warm, comfortable environment was a rare treat. Generally speaking, however, Psii remembered exactly how that kind of thing came about.

This time?

It was completely beyond him as he started to sit up, groggy and disoriented. His loose clothes where unfamiliar, too, as was the lack of some sort of tacky headband keeping his unruly hair from flopping in his face. Minor details, those, when opening his eyes meant seeing his familiar nubby horned prophet (though he misses a few major details in his panic, like robot hands and age) sleeping beside a seadweller-- and somehow he had found himself on the edge of the rectangular sleeping platform.

Yes, that made as much sense as anything. ]

Who--!?

[ And that was how the Psiioniic, who had to be somewhere between eight and nine sweeps, started his morning with flipping out completely.

That sure was Dualscar getting himself plucked out of bed by sparking psionics first thing in the morning.

How's that for a wake-up call? ]

What the fuck happened here?

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Who: Psiioniic, Nepeta, others?
What: The Psiioniic has only some idea of what's going on now.
Where: There there are bees, there are nerds.
Status: open to different tags
Style: still confused and preferably still action

[all these bees!]

Comments

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[onlyasign]

[It's probably kind of sad when the sounds of your best friend completely flipping his shit don't inspire more alarm first thing in the morning.]

[Sufferer yawns and cracks an eye open, more alarmed by the sudden cold air hitting his back than anything else.]

Psii, what the...

2/3, I lied

[onlyasign]

[Psii]

3/3

[onlyasign]

PSII!

[Sufferer flings himself across the bed, launching into the air like a nubby-horned little missile, aiming right for Psii's midsection. He's not even worried about tackling him; if Psii wants to stop him, he's more than capable of doing so.]

Psii, it's you, you're back, Psii you're here, I missed you and now you're back Psii!

[Just going to be clinging to his waist and babbling happily here. Pay him no heed.]

[devwocean]

[Excuse me, no. You know what sucks? Going from cuddling up with your moirail and all filled with happy pale sleepy feelings, to being picked up by lightning and flung across the room, so that the first thing Dualscar truly experiences as he regains consciousness is crashing into the ground.

He snarls and pushes himself up, groggy and wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants with his symbol stitched in purple on the hip, his fins flaring.]

Wwhat's gotten into you this time, you fuckin-- [Before he can think of a suitable insult, he realizes that Signless is clinging to him and babbling happily]

...Wwhat's goin on?

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Psii is only rocked by Signless throwing himself at him, holding fast. There's an absent, protective tenderness as he settles a hand on the back of his dearest friend's head and strokes through his hair. He doesn't understand what's going on, or what Signless could possibly have meant.

Had he been injured? Knocked unconscious and leaving Signless without protection and at the mercy of some seadweller?

There was a heavy crackle of power in the room, a threat that's acted on to shove Dualscar up against a wall. ]

That I need to know. What did you do? Talk.

[ There's a certain stilted rhythm to the way he talks, clearly avoiding anything that might cause him to lisp. It was hard enough to intimidate a highblood as it was. ]

[onlyasign]

[Oh dear. Some of the tension in the room finally leaks through to Sufferer, and he looks up. It's not hard to recognize that Psii is in attack mode, and he realizes he needs to defuse this quickly, before his moirail ends up a purple smear on the wall.]

Psii, shhhh, it's okay, that's just Dualscar, it's all right, he wasn't trying to hurt us, he's not going to hurt us, it's okay...

[He reaches up and puts one hand on the side of Psii's face, a gesture very reminiscent of how he paps Dualscar's fins, looking at him beseechingly.]

[devwocean]

[Dualscar is about to try to say something, when Psiioniic uses those incredible powers of his to push him back against the wall. His eyes widen, and then narrow, his fins flaring in challenge as he does his best to look terrifying - which is really tough, given he's half naked, and pinned like a sea-dwelling butterfly.

No wonder the yellows were enslaved. They're just too damn dangerous when they're allowed to run around loose!]

Let me go, mustardblood! I havven't done a fuckin' thing wwrong an you should listen to your friend there before I really get fuckin' angry!

[p2iioniicii2t]

He won't.

[ His gaze darts to Signless briefly as his cheek is stroked. He's not sure he understands-- no, he's positive that he doesn't understand. No matter how empathetic Signless could be with trolls of all castes, Psii didn't have that ability.

Too many sweeps of abuse had left him hardened. He raises his voice somewhat, his speech more direct. ]

Fuck you, I could kill you here. You will get no opportunity to harm anyone.

[onlyasign]

Stop. Stop it, both of you!

[Keeping one hand on his face, Sufferer lets go of Psii's waist and reaches back towards Dualscar. Now he's stretched between both of them.]

Dualscar, listen to me, be. Quiet. [attention back to Psii] It's cool, Psii, you can let him go, he's not going to do anything, he won't hurt you!

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ There had been a lot of things that the Psiioniic had accepted in his life, but this one was hard. Jealousy still burned low in the pit of his stomach-- Signless had a seadweller moirail? Hell, Signless was older and had suffered so much. He couldn't help but blame himself. He'd failed the prophet and been damned to a rebel's punishment.

Some of the new details were a little less alarming than others, like the fact that he owned beehives.

He owned beehives?

Owning something so permanent just wasn't something he was used to experiencing. It offered a quiet moment to reflect (in other words, escape the stress) if he went to survey them. He doesn't get too close at first, either, just standing off to the side with his arms crossed as he more stares into space than anything. ]

[bestestfurrend]

[And this, of course, makes it very easy for a certain small kittytroll to sneak up from behind him, having guessed where Mister Psii might have gotten to. He's very fond of his beehives, after all.

Someone is about to experience a pair of arms flung around his waist and a face nuzzling into his side, along with a happy exclamation of:]

Hello, Mister Psii! There you are!

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Psii goes very tense in a way that his elder counterpart was likely entirely incapable, twisting at the waist to look down at the child pressed against his side. His hands just hover awkwardly as he looks down. ]

Who--?

[ When he finally puts his hands on her, there's a gratuitous use of psionics to pluck her off of him. Hopefully she doesn't mind getting pulled around and lifted up, his hands under her arms and the faintest hum of telekinetic energy helping him support her. ]

[bestestfurrend]

[She's in too much of a bubbly mood to notice him acting slightly different from usual, going wheeee as he picks her up and beaming at him once their faces are on the same level.]

It's me, silly! I came to see you!

[Although wait, since when did Mister Psii use his hands like that...]

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Take a moment to look at his face, Nepeta-- or any part of him, really. His face is unscarred, unlined, and youthful relative to his other self at eight or so sweeps.

Awkwardly, he puts her down. He's trying not to fidget now that his hands are free, but this is kind of unnerving. ]

I... you...

[ He's just as eloquent as ever, at least. ]

You are not Dii.

[ He just had to be sure there because otherwise, oh god... ]

[bestestfurrend]

Oh...oh my paws!

[Now that she's seeing what's in front of her rather than what she'd been expecting to see, she gapes at him]

I'm not Disciple, I'm Nepeta! And you're younger again!!

(Am I doin' this rite)

[wavesofjade]

[The Dolorosa has been keeping busy looking after the sudden large amount of youngsters - troll and otherwise - but that doesn't mean she can't spare a moment to check on Psii. Their relationship in this place has been.. awkward. He seems afraid of her, and while it saddens her in more ways that she could put into words she has been letting him be for the sake of his own well-being.

She can see something different about him even before he notices that she's there, and for a moment she almost draws away. Letting him come to her has seemed the most beneficial approach so far, but..]

Little one?

[They're not so little, but she'll still call them all that. She tilts her head as she speaks, hands clasped loosely in front of her.]

I hope that I am not disturbing you..

(always)

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ He jumps, surprisingly quick on his feet as he turns to face her. There's a curse on his lips-- ] Fu--! [ --but he catches himself. He had always been nervous in new places, it was just another part of a whole laundry list of faults he had and usually berated himself for.

He's just so grateful to see Dolorosa now, and that relief is evident on his youthful face. ]

Dolorosa...!

[ He lisps heavily on the 's', the sound coming out more like a thick 'th.' He isn't self-conscious about it with her, though he was generally. ]

No, you're not. I'm just- I'm standing here being stupid and not paying attention because what else would I be doing on an alien planet.

[ And maybe he was a little panicky just because he could afford to with her there, but it was in a way she was no doubt very familiar with. ]

(<3)

[wavesofjade]

[Oh.. she knows that face. He's so much younger, and just the way she remembers him.

For a moment, it hurts, then she smiles fondly and shakes her head, holding out one hand to him.]

Come to me? You seem troubled, perhaps I can help you.

[Even if it's just to help him feel safe.]

[p2iioniicii2t]

Aren't you?

[ That's an outburst he can hardly help. He doesn't even hesitate to cross the distance between them. ]

I don't know of two things that are untroubling about this situation. Do you know of the saltlicking bastard that lives in that hive? Of... of everything?

[wavesofjade]

[Just for a moment, she cups her hands to his cheeks and oh Psii how she's missed this, and you don't even know. She nods, glances to the hive and lets out a soft sigh. Of course this would be upsetting to him. It had disturbed her, too.. and she's still unsure about it.

Her hands drop to his shoulders and she tries to keep her expression reassuring, but all of this.. At least Signless isn't young again, too. That might well have been too much.]

I do. Much has happened since the last you remember seeing me.. seeing any of us. How much have you been told?

wants all the Psii for herself

[onlyasign]

[Sufferer has given Psii some space, knowing that this change must be a lot for him. He's still there--always--in the background, if Psii needs him, but he's mostly been letting things take their natural course. Now, though, he approaches his oldest and dearest friend with a small, squeaking bundle in his arms.]

Psii? Can I show you something?

I get sommmme

[thekidsare0kay]

[That squeaking bundle is mustard yellow and has several waving legs. Sollux nuzzles into Signless' arms, having calmed down considerably from earlier, but there's still a little hum of crackling psionics about him.

As Signless speaks, the sleepy grub turns his head to look around, then reaches little legs towards the other troll, waving them curiously. He's apparently decided that big trolls are safe, and this one feels...familiar.]

Prr?

blah blah lisp is forever assumed

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Psiioniic stares at the little squishy grub in Signless's arms. He's been making a point of avoiding the very young of any species. They're just... creepy.

But this one? ]

What...?

[ It's completely hideous. ]

Why does that exist?

[onlyasign]

Psii!

[Sufferer is shocked and scandalized, and cuddles Solgrub in response.]

This is Sollux.

[He leaves the rest unsaid. Clearly this grub looks familiar, doesn't he?]

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ The familiarity is the problem! It looks just like him!

Which, he supposes, he should admit that he gets the point. ]

It... looks like me. That is not a good thing.