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[After the initial embarrassment at the start, Tim's been... surprisingly comfortable around Lust. Which is probably why it's so much more noticeable when he's just a little more awkward again. Nothing like their first conversation, god no, but it's definitely there.

At least the cause of that isn't really Lust, it's just... Well. His whole freaking life, really.]

Uh, hey... You there? Kinda wanted to talk about something. If you've got time, I mean, there's no, uh... rush... or anything...

[...Yeah, definitely not as comfortable as he usually is.]

[So apparently a certain birthday is coming up. Which Tim only just found out about, but now that he knows... Well, shit, what does he do with that? She's not the one who told him, so is it weird if he does anything for it out of the blue? Maybe.

But then he had an idea and... well, here he is. Calling her. Oh boy.]

Hey, uh, just wondering something. How's your schedule this week?

[Joker's not able to attend any birthdays himself- holidays are when the circus tends to get extra busy. But when Lust isn't looking, she'll find a neatly wrapped and small box waiting for her at home. The black ring inside has obviously been chosen with care.]

Hey there! Janey Springs, friend of a certain super shy guy you've been seeing a lot of lately. Got a minute or two to talk?

[It's been a good morning working out with Murder Chicken. The Combusken is all tuckered out, and Krieg's worked up a good sweat. MC's ready for a nap, and Krieg is ready for a shower - one of the many, many luxuries he's come to appreciate about this place. On Pandora jumping into a lake and killing the threshers there had been about as close to a regular bath as he'd gotten. And as those kinds of baths tended to involve gore and viscera...well. They really weren't the greatest for getting clean.

He's not expecting a beautiful woman to walk out of the Doppelganger's room. And yet, here she is. He blinks in some confusion at her appearance and stops in his tracks, tilting his head curiously to one side as he regards her.]

Are you lost?

[Nailed it!]

[A package comes by Pidgey Post in the morning, addressed to "Miss Lust". Inside there is a pack of cute sugar cookies and a thin notebook with neatly written recipes for beginners - soups, breakfast food, even the cookies in the package. A small card inside reads:

Merry Christmas Miss Lust!
Thank you very much for the opportunity to perform on your radio show! It was so enjoyable and fun, I hope I get a chance to do it again, if you'll have me.

- Jane Crocker]

_{[The feed flickers on to Ralph out behind a Poke'Mart. He's leaning against the wall watching someone unload a truck with a couple of Machokes. Ralph himself is in his security uniform.]}

Hey, Lust, if you're 'round I want you to get a load of the chocolate this place in Violet is stockin'. They've got so much of the crummy stuff I know they're going to have leftovers. Want dibs?

[A rapping of an oricorio’s beak at a nearby door, window, tree or rock might alert Lust to the fact that she had a visitor. Clutched in the beak of the creature is a pink, heart-shaped piece of paper. Opening it up would reveal a handwritten note and adorned with a Milotic sticker.]

You're mil-out of this world, Valentine -- Angel ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* (Sorry, it's a stretch, I know).

[Also included with this gift is two decently sized boxes of chocolate.]

Hey Lust

You got a moment?

[So it was shortly after the last time Tim hung out with Lust that he noticed he was missing something. Which could very well be a coincidence, but he figures, hey, maybe she has more of a clue about this than him? Worth a shot.]

Hey, kind of a weird question, but uh. I can't find one of my shirts? The... kinda stupid yellow one.

Long shot, but uh, you didn't happen to see that anywhere?

_{[Ralph's message is abrupt but full of good cheer. It's obvious he's trying not to laugh before he can get his own dumb joke out.]}

Heya, Lust. Want--want me to keep an eye on all those chairs at prom for ya this year?

you will never fucking believe whos actually here now

Hey, you around? Don't wanna interrupt you if you're busy or anything.

_{[She is laying on a hard wooden floor, surrounded by flickering light.]

[The air is smoky-- all is hazy unless she looks at it directly. But details leap out in weird, brief sharpness as she rolls her head. Red paint and candlewax on the floor. Strange symbols, spiraling. Black hair spread out under her head. A white nightgown, reaching her ankles-- the only cover she has. Shadows moving just out of the light, circling like hyenas.]

[Her chest is hitching and her face is wet-- she is crying, and has no idea why. She stares upwards for answers, as the figures looming in the corners of her vision are too frightening to look at for long, lest their hazy features come close enough to see in detail. Images flash in the void of darkness above, where a ceiling should be-- old yellowed pages of books, flipping by themselves. Crude diagrams of nude figures, of a woman with something dark and curled in on itself etched where her stomach should be, the lines darker and scratchier than the others on the page. More symbols, circular ones that spin on the paper like pinwheels. Lists of ingredients, instructions laid out in some alien language... the last step: a single triangle, drawn in red.]

[Voices, a woman's whispered mutterings tangled up in each other like strings of spider-silk blown loose in the wind, echo as the pages turn, carrying tones everywhere from calculating to excited. They grow louder and louder as they go on, a humming buzz distorting them as though through a fan. Or a faulty radio]}

Why didn't I see this before? There's no reason to wait...

--lend me just a teeny bit of your power...

If the plan succeeds, we'll have no need of her powers as we've used them thus far. Imagine...

To think, I could have done it myself all this time...

One night is all it will take... Come, we must make haste. I'll take care of the girl...

Herein lies the mother's womb... containing the power to create life.

_{[The humming stops.]

[Suddenly, right before her, there is a woman. Her skin is weathered and papery. Wiry, ash-colored hair spills from the lacy veil over her head. Her eyes, deep-set in their sockets and a gleaming electric-blue, are somehow more real than anything else in this terrible space, and when she smiles, nothing about them changes. Not even a little.]}

Alessa, my dearest.

_{[There is no more distortion. No more humming to distract or cushion the voice-- which is a saccharine, syrupy croon.]

[She reaches out a hand-- a bony, frighteningly long hand-- and caresses Lust's face.]

[It is much bigger than Lust's face.]}

You know what you need to do to make Mommy happy.

And you will do it, won't you?

_{[The nightgown is gone. There was no chance to hang onto it-- it was simply there one moment, and now it isn't. Lust's limbs-- gangly and thin, pale and bruised and so, so small-- draw in close. The terror felt at the looming shadows is nothing compared to what that sickly-sweet voice inspires. The woman's smile grows. Her teeth are yellow with nicotine stains.]}

You don't want to make Mommy angry.

And Alessa, she will be angry...

_{[The hand ceases its caressing and simply grabs, turning black and then red hot like the burner on a stove. The humming returns and reaches a fever pitch within seconds, turning into a harsh scream of white noise as the flesh under those fingers sizzles and peels away.]

[When Lust awakens, the visions mercifully fall away... but for a moment or two, the sensation of bony fingers clutching one side of her face remains.]}

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[At first, there's nothing but pitch darkness.]

[But somehow, Lust will know that somewhere nearby, there's a lamp, on a nightstand. It's instinctual, and with only a little groping and fumbling her fingers will find it, light it, and lift the darkness to reveal...]

[What looks like a little makeshift bedroom, shoved into the corner of a stone basement wall. The bed is clean enough, and doesn't look terrible, there's even a few aged books down at the foot. The nightstand is plain, but sturdy. It feels almost safe...almost. Something isn't right, and the rest of the room is shrouded in darkness behind her.]

[It's hard to turn around, to face away from the almost-comforting bed, but she does. Something, a number of somethings, glint in the light, although they're impossible to make out. A border of light seeps through what looks like a doorframe, high up and impossibly away.]

[The doorframe slams open, smashes against the wall, and a chillingly familiar--in tone, if not in actual sound--voice speaks from a silhouetted figure.]

Are you ready? It's time for more tests, my little monster. You are ready, aren't you?

[The glinting things in the dark shift and clank and move, drawing closer.]

We need to know what you are, after all. Don't you want to know what you can do?

[The things are needles and straps and knives, moving of their own accord and drawn into abstract amalgamations, moving towards Lust like animals. There's nowhere to hide. The bed offers no safety. The implements fly forward, to the feeling of pain--]

All for your own good.

[The dream ends, abruptly.]

Edited 2017-10-25 05:36 (UTC)

[There's a Psycho ringing the doorbell at Lust's front door, bundled up against the cold with a hoodie patterned to look like a Blaziken. A scarf dotted with cute Torchics is wrapped around his neck and the lower half of his face. The upper half of his face, - both apparently healthy eyes, dark brows, and a thin, old scar across the bridge of his nose - are unmasked at last. In one arm, he carries a little red one-eyed Darumaka, and in the other hand, he holds a large mason jar decorated with a red ribbon around the neck, tied off into a neat bow that he likely had someone else help him with.

It's about eleven-thirty in the morning, which is very late by his standards, and hopefully not too early for visitors by hers.]

hey question

have you had any espurr related psychic accidents

it is a place called sphealys in olive vine
2 o clock p m
be there OR be square
-love JW

That was what showed up in Lust's inbox a grand week after their first meeting. It had almost been long enough to suggest he'd conveniently forgotten. He hadn't provided any directions and if she couldn't find him, that was her own damn fault.

When Lust eventually did find Sphealy's, it was not a dive bar or even a little mom and pop place. The sign, windows, discarded cups in the entry way, and seat backs all displayed a cartoony smiling Spheal with a disproportionately small face wearing a fire fighter hat. The floor was tiled white and blue and the patronage included primarily children happily fishing cheap toys out of their food bags, incredibly tired parents, and a few old people with coffee and newspapers. The counters, fryers, and walk-up window were all manned by anxious pimply teens. Through the back glass a shoddily constructed plastic tube structure could be seen.

JW had somehow managed to fit himself into a booth with those long legs of his. It was easy for him to spot Lust as she contrasted with the atmosphere and when he did, he flashed her a winning, shit-eating rin.

There was a lit candle in the middle of the table dripping wax onto one of the free coloring sheets.

[Boone just got to Pallet Town, and after wandering around for a while with Egon he's gone off on his own to make a video call to Lust. He's by the water, with Gyarados half-resting his large body in it. As usual, Pointy's tail is in the shot.]

Hey, you around? I made it to Pallet Town.

[On the 23rd, Lust receives a small package via Pidgey Post. Inside the package is a Silk Scarf, and a note. The note is handwritten in all-caps chicken scratch.]

HERE'S YOUR PRIZE, EVEN THOUGH YOU DIDN'T GUESS!

TAKE IT EASY, MISS FITZ.

-KRIEG

Christmas gift!

There's a package and inside are some chocolates. A book on writing advice and a notebook.

A black Charizard will drop by in the evening on December 24th, bearing gifts! They're nothing fancy, but hopefully she'll like them anyway:

1x Jar of homemade jerky
1x Box of fancy chocolates

I heard that Boone was gone. I'm sorry, he had a lot of good things to say about you.

I got my Tentacrool back, and she had a pretty big crush on a Pokemon of his named Pointy. I know it was his favorite, so you might want to keep it. But if he's with you and you would be willing to spare him, I think it'd make her happy to be with him again.

[Yes, he's worried about his tentacle monster's broken heart, too.]

Hey, Lust?
It's Jane. Er, obviously, I mean, who uses text in this bright color, right?
Um...
As someone who's been here for some time and seen people come and go, I need your advice on something. And frankly, I'm feeling a lot of emotions so I can't promise I'm not going to start rambling or using all caps because...
Hoo boy! Am I feeling all sorts of complicated things in this Poke-Chili's tonight!!

So...like...has anyone ever come back and...not seemed like they were okay in the slightest? Totally rebuffing kindness, saying things that didn't make sense without explaining them, called your Pokemon "peons"?
I will admit that I sort of want to cry a little at that last one because it's really hurtful, I have worked VERY hard to make a stable and kind home environment for every Pokemon that's come into my care, and even if I don't want to be their mother per say, I take guardianship and partnership very seriously!

[The less people Sasha has to hang around with anymore, the longer the summer days seem to last. For someone who grew up in a tiny isolated village, one could say she's learned the bad habit of socializing with others and now that's coming back to bite her in the rear end.

It's so lonely in this island house now. Everybody's got their somebody except for her. Armin's moved out onto his houseboat. Jean and Bertolt are gone from this world. Annie was never part of Sasha's social circle and the few people that were part of it have been gone for months. The other residents are from the same world, so they have a connection Sasha can't even attempt to break into.

Most of her days are now spent on the porch by herself and today is no exception. In her hands is a long tree branch, debarked and being sanded down into a dowel like shape, only the very end is pointed. Very reminiscent of an arrow, don't you think?]

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