Logs:Crabs and Innuendos
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| RL Date: 31 May, 2011 |
| Who: Evali, Iolene, Khorde |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Khorde is sexually repressed. Evali is oblivious. Iolene prematurely ages Khorde. Basically, another day. |
| Where: Beach, Western Island |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Emmeline/Mentions, Rilka/Mentions |
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| Morning, and low tide, which means easy pickings at the rock-pools -- well, as easy pickings as crustaceans could ever be, at least. Khorde has a heavy sack which he holds closed with one white-knuckled grip, and a pokey-stick in the other, which he uses deftly to move crabs around for easy pickings. A particularly savage curse breaks the chill air as the last crab turns sly and quick to latch on to one finger-- and it just degenerates from there, the lad swearing blue in the face while prying the crab off of him. Evali is only /watching/ the fishing and crabbing. She's perched up on a rock looking across the water and occasionally glancing down to watch the goings-on actually including people. When the crab decides to declare war on Khorde, she giggles a little and calls, "Eat that one first, then?" Below the rock, Iolene is hopping on one foot while dragging the other behind her, so her big toe can create a miniature moat around Evali's perch. It's the older girl's giggle that garners the leggy blonde's attention, distracting her from her very important task at hand to train those dark eyes upon Khorde. Reflexively, her giggle joins, then dies a quick, cutty-off death as well- it is Khorde after all: you laugh at him, he might try to kill you with a stare or something, or so says those expressively apprehensive eyes. Khorde glowers appropriately at both of the girls, the severity of the look dampened by the natural softness of 'brows and eyes. Besides... it's Khorde. What's he /really/ going to do? Try to kill people with a stare? ... Ahem. The boy very effectively scrunches his posture up, as if the back of his neck is trying to make it down to the small of his back via his spinal cord, assisted by his shoulders, and goes after the next one. His voice is a sullen mutter in reply, as he chases down a lobster trying to flee. "Laugh away, but y'ain't gettin' any of /my/ crabs." Ba-dum-chink. At least Evali's stopped giggling. "I prefer soups, anyway," she says, catching wind-whipped hair and pulling it back behind her ears. "Crab soup probably doesn't taste like much, would it. Never tried." "The kind to eat," replies Iolene with a light hint of all-too-innocent sing-song in her voice, "Or the kind that makes your wee itch?" Ok, so she's not all that apprehensive, that giggle resurfacing silently by way of a lopsided grin and the slightest tremble of her shoulders. She resumes her moat digging around Evali, shifting a half inch over to start to widen her current circle. "Bet Jaques could make a great crab soup. With the kind you eat. Not the kind you get-..." There's a further darkening of Khorde's expression, and the look he /does/ shoot Iolene is fit to kill, if such things /could/ happen. He obviously doesn't answer /that/ question. Only after successfully snaring the lobster does he turn to face the girls. "Are you two doing /anything/ productive, or just..." He flickers fingers in a vague gesture towards the two. "...acting... all..." A grimace. "...girly?" Useless, he means. Girly and /useless/. "Resting is useful," says Evali, and she is still not giggling. It takes a great deal of effort, though, after Iolene's comments. "My schedule's not all that predictable, so I'm taking a little bit of time off." She remains matter-of-fact and completely oblivious to the fact she's being mocked. It is an autumn morning, 8:52 of day 27, month 11, turn 25 of Interval 10. Leaving Evali to figure out how to cross her moat of a terrifying two toe-lengths long, Iolene skips with extra girlishness - it's all in the succession of hair tosses, and skitters to a stop near Khorde. "I like fishing at nights. Better catches. 'n don't be a Mr. Grumpypants. Be happy I'm still awake to bring sunshine to your almost-winter day." With a quick smile flashed, she even has the temerity to try and reach out and tousle crankypants' hair. "Oh, I forgot," Khorde cracks, backing up a quick step to avoid the incoming torment of /fingers/ to his hair. "You're Blooded, aye? Get away with bloody murder, suddenly makes sense." He's going to bring Marxism to Pern, at this rate. "Let me go catch another crab for your dinner, Iolene-dear." His voice is patentedly fake with it's simple-syrup-bourbon-sweetness. Evali evidently gets a pass on his attentions for now, if only due to his fanboy hot Evamme shippage. Evali, also Blooded, had previously chosen not to say anything about it, but reconsiders at the mention of food. "Does that mean I get one, too?" she asks, leaning at the edge of her rock. "To ask Jaques to make me a soup with. I'd share it." Nominally unfazed by Khorde's turn from grumpy to farce, Iolene's incomplete action of fingers to his hair falls in a fluid motion back to her sides so those clawed fingers might rest on her hip instead. "You keep saying stuff like that. I do not think you even know what it means," remarks the younger girl. "I mean, if we could really get away with bloody murder, why are you still here?" Thoughtful, sweetly spoken in that velvet rich voice of hers, Io considers Khorde and his crustacean solemnly for all of a breath before another of her quicksilver smiles breaks free and the hand at her hip comes back up to try and punch the boy in the side, mostly congenially. Mostly. "You're so funny." There might be just a bit of sarcasm there. Being mad at Evali is about as useful as kicking a puppy, or glaring at Ani -- it's bad juju. Thus, when Khorde starts to inflate himself with hot air and entitlement rar, it's almost comic to see him just-as-quickly deflate. Dejected, his tenor-cracking-baritone mumbles, "Sure, Eva," in reply. "I'll pick you up some crabs." He'll go back to doing his lumpen duties, now. "Emme prolly'd like it better than I would. The soup, you know." Shippage, man. SOMEONE has to get this franchise moving. He snorts at Iolene's brazen announcement, starts to open his mouth to say something, then actually exhibits a measure of self-control and clips his jaws closed as she comes in for the lovetap. "Only for you, snookums," he snarks back, dark eyes more emo-moody than angry. Sighing, Evali shakes her head at Khorde's display, not actually managing to interpret the mention of Emmeline quite the way he wants her to. But everyone knows that Evali and sociability don't mesh in all the right ways, and she's a bit naive, so she only says, "I'd share with her too, obviously." She leans down from the rock to add a little bit more to Iolene's moat. Baiting Khorde - it's not just a past time, it's a lifestyle - maybe enough of one that causes a typically night-working-day-sleeping Iolene to have pushed the limits of her wakeful state. But baiting Khorde only goes so far, and as her fist bump to his upper arm makes contact, the blonde loses interest, and another, somehow exponentially girlish toss of her hair later, has Io sauntering back to where Evali's adding more to the moat. "Think you'll be able to cross this one?" Iolene's lifestyle is going to make Khorde go grey far before his prime. "I..." And there she goes, walking away. His expression, fixed upon her hair as she heads back to Evali, is momentarily confused. Confusion is a natural state, though, so he'll get over it soon enough. To Evali, his reaction is only belated, yet somehow more deliberate for it: "I don't think anyone takes care of her like she needs." Emmeline, duh. "I bet she'd r-e-a-l-l-y appreciate it." He turns his back to the girls before his not-to-be-smothered grin can come to the forefront. "I might have to jump." Evali shoots Iolene a little grin, and keeps digging with her fingers. Making her nails dirty is totally not a problem, she's not working. Khorde continues to get a really weird glance. "I think she takes care of herself just fine, doesn't she?" "We'll have to make it extra wide today." Oh, what islanders must do for amusement. Iolene wraps her ratty fur coat around her some more as a quick wind winds its way across the beach, pausing her toe-digging motion momentarily. The conversation in regards to Emmeline garners a turn of her chin back to Khorde, finding only his back, and then trains back to Evali, thin scores of bafflement sketching across her forehead. For now, blessedly quiet, she resumes digging and listening. "Dunno." Khorde's voice is vague, and splashes from him chasing a particularly life-loving crab are the only sounds that come from him for a long, long moment. "Gotcha, you mother..." There's a sudden darting look over one shoulder, guilty as the day is long, and he shoves the snapping crustacean in the bag. (It's getting pretty full at this rate.) Mutter, mutter. He stares at the girls and their playing around... a moat. Mutter. "Where's Rilka when you need her crazy ass..." Shrugging, Evali tells Iolene, "I don't know what he's on about either," with a complete lack of sounding bothered by it. She also doesn't know the answer to Khorde's question, but she can state the obvious: "Not here. I'm sure she'll be by later." "Has Petra given birth yet?" When in doubt, change the subject. "She's getting kind of round." Which is an understatement. "I admit," confides Io to Evali, and all those nearby, with her faux-hushed whisper, "I get this unnatural urge to want to roll her into a giant ball of snow and roll her down the hill from the cliffs to see if she will." She might be half-teasing, but there's a ruddy flush to her cheekbones that speaks of shame, if a very amused and hopeful shame. And, even quieter, so it is actually meant only for Evali's ears, she notes all sing-song and tease, "I think he /liiiiiiiiikes/ you." She is sixteen, and an extremely sheltered one at that. Only start worrying when people start talking about Jenova giving birth -- that's Khorde's philosophy. Uh. He sees the whispering and his paranoid masculine gene activates at full potential, boosting him towards the settlement. "You girls have fun, y'hear? I'm going to..." Vague gesture, "Go find..." Shiftyeye, "...Rilka." Crazy girl is crazy safe. Evali says, "Not yet," and then, "That would be a grand-scale disaster. I wouldn't put it past you," and then gives Khorde an extremely bizarre, confused look. "Okay," she tells him, looking lost. You do that then, confusing man. Oh, there has to be one last parting shot from sixteen-year-old Iolene now that paranoid Khorde's entered her radar again. "Hey, you wanna make a baby with me? Evali can help deliver it and Emme can sing a song while she does." All too pleased with herself, despite not quite understanding all those Emme remarks back and forth, Io at least waits until Khorde is out of earshot to not just giggle, but fall backward onto her butt to giggle. "I really should stop. Really. Jaques wouldn't be happy with me. But once, I think I could've made his face go purple from anger." "You couldn't handle this," Khorde shoots a dirty gesture over one shoulder and really does flee the scene, now, to be sexually frustrated someplace where there aren't hot girls to mock him. Sadface goes here: :( [Log ended there cause there was no topping sad-face Khorde emoticon.] |
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