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Test Drive for Kyriakos

A. You wake up in the middle of the night TO THE SOUND OF SOMETHING RUMMAGING IN YOUR DORM FRIDGE??? Hope you didn't have any food in there you were particularly protective of....

B. SOMETHING OR SOMEONE has dug GIANT HOLES in the dorm greenhouse? And appears to be sleeping amongst the cabbages still...

C. THERE IS A SMALL BLUE -- koala? -- TUGGING AT YOUR PANT LEG. WHAT DO?

D. Something's in the laundry hamper. It would appear to be trying on one of your teammate's bras? On its head. Hmmmnn....

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[ Oh no.

Oh no no no-

Ochre's at the doorway, hands up half shielding his face as he tries not to look ]

Dude, no! That ain't- Get that off!

[ it's too late, ochre. now you know that susan wears polkadots on her jubblies

the tiny blue creature swivels its head around and its ears cock forward at the sound of an UNKNOWN APPROACHING ]

Aroo?

[ This is the worst of bad ends. ]

Yes you, get the hell out of there, what are you doing?

Who's are you? Did Sabre quest for something else?

[ this thing sure is talking at him a lot. angrily.

LET'S GO INVESTIGATE

the blue thing skitters right up to him, still clutching susan's unmentionables in his tiny claws, and strewing a bunch of other clothing all around the laundry room in his wake

it's almost as if it doesn't know what shame is ]

Drop those!

Put that shit back where you found it!

[ ...it's almost like Ochre's used to talking to Pokemon, who would actually understand what he's saying. ]

[ oh, it understands him alright.

the problem is, it doesn't care.

actually the angry tone of his voice... makes the creature grin.

and instead of obeying ochre's orders, with a high-pitched cackle, the little guy shakes his head no

whatcha gonna do, ochre? ]

[ Smartass little pokemon shit.

He narrows his eyes at the thing and reaches up over his shoulder, tapping the hood of his cloak ]

Cobalt, get out here.

[ The tiny spider pokemon comes out and churps at Stitch.

Who dis. ]

[ WHOAH

well now he has stitch's attention. or at least, cobalt does.

he scampers right on up to the tiny furry spider and swipes it up in one paw and dangles it in front of his face. ]

Ooooooh.

[ LOUD INDIGNANT CHIRPING

How dare. Cobalt bristles up, static electricity crackling along her fur and singeing the fabric of the tiamat colored bow on her head. ]

[ STITCH LETS OUT A YELP

and drops

that spider

that sat down besid'er--er, him ]

[ Indignant chirps!

How dare you drop her!

Cobalt takes a second to right herself, and then she's scurrying towards Stitch ]

[ Or the hem of her skirt, as the case may be. She looks... and both eyebrows arch. ]

Can I... help you?

Food.

[ he tugs a bit harder on her skirt ]

Me need food!

[ and he opens his mouth, exceeeeeeeeptionally wide to punctuate the point ]

[ 'So it does talk.' She figured it might since it actually came up to her and tugged on her skirt. On that note, though, she's going to give the... hand...? a gentle brush off. Because she's picky about her outfit going askew in any way. ]

Food, hm? Well, that's easy enough to come by. [ And she's not about to deny anyone food, even if they have a mouth that reminds her of a bear trap. ] To what team do you belong?

[ he cocks his head to the side, dog-like ]

'Tcheam?'

[ he doesn't even remember ohana yet, cougar this is asking a bit much

also that sure is a strange accent. for a strange creature. yup. ]

[ To be fair, though, she's actually saying "chiimu," so she's not really surprised at that particular accent. Just that it doesn't seem to know the word. ]

That's right. "Team." You woke up in a room filled with mirrors, yes?

Hm. Yes. Mirrors! Yes.

[ he nods affirmation. he does in fact know what a mirror is. and maybe a whole lot more that might be really surprising... ]

Right. Well, that place should be where your team lives. Do you remember what direction you came from?

[ he points west with one clawed digit ]

Alright, then. Let's try going back there. From what I know, every cottage has a kitchen with food in it, so that should take care of that.

Unless you had something specific in mind?

[ specific? how about immediate gratification?

the tiny creature starts to hop up and down, making growling noises and gesticulating frantically at its open mouth ]

Now! Now!

You came out this way, but you can't be patient enough to go back?

[ the only response that she gets is its tantrum worsening; it curls into a ball, putting its feet into its mouth and

rolls around her

in violent circles ]

[ Oh, boy. So it's one of these situations. She briefly fantasizes about punting the little fuzzball in the right direction, but then realizes that, if it really is as hungry as it says, then this can't last long. So perhaps... ]

Oh, I see! Yes, that is a more efficient way to get around.

[ Time to start taking a grand step that-a-way. ]

[ ROLLING AFTER HER!?

FEED HIM, HUMAN! ]

Yato, what the heck....

[wait a minute, that isn't Yato--]

...Ummm....

[ the strange creature rummaging through the fridge

pauses

what is a yato? can it be eaten? ]

[Not if you value your stomach]

Oh, hey... How did you get in?

There's not a lot to eat, but I might have some snacks...

[ his stomach is at least made of cast iron if not some alien alloy

I'm sure he'll be fine ]

Snacks?

[ his ears perk forward with interest and his little bobbed tail gives a short, eager wag ]

,small>[Just because you can doesn't mean you should!!!]

[She sure doesn't seem weirded out by this evil talking koala.]

Yep, snacks! Got a preference?

[ after you've lived in kyr for a while, weird talking beasts probably stop phasing you. he's not really aware he's the strange one here, either. I mean. look at all that weird hair!!

... actually.

while she's talking, he. scampers up to her, then swiftly behind her, reaches up with a paw, and...

YOINKS the end of it ]

[Stitch, please??? She's about to feed you??]

-Heeey! That's not for yanking on!

[she flails to keep her balance]

[ she can feed him

from the floor

he seems to think that the sound she makes when he pulls on her hair is great fun, or at least, so one might assume from all the laughter. as he continues to tug wildly on her hair ]

[LEANING DOWN TO PICK UP....]

[ WHOAH what's this thing?

it skitters instantly away from the goat man's oustretched arm and

up his pants and up his back, until he's perched on the creature's head ]

...

[ and he has a thought ]

Yeeheeheehee!

[ he grips the goat's horns like handlebars ]

Vroom, vroom!

[ yes, that must be what those are for ]

[THOSE AREN'T REMOVABLE]

Vroom?

[ he hops up and down on his butt, still seated on striker's very large brow. ]

Vroom! Vroom!

[ LOOK GO OVER THERE, BEAST OF BURDEN. DO THE THING! ]

[ Lying there staring at the ceiling, he hears the sound coming out of the kitchen area - quickly followed by his stomach growling loudly. Well, the crash should probably be checked out anyway. He can try not to eat the fridge clean when he gets there. If there's anything left. ... The light shining through the dark room and the shadow moving around in it doesn't give him a lot of faith that this is the case. ]

What are you doing?

[ And so he's unceremoniously shoving his hand into the fridge trying to grab whatever the hell is inside. Whether he succeeds or not is another story. ]

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Rhhharwl!

[ he succeeds. he succeeds a lot better than he probably ever wanted to; whatever he's reaching to grab grabs him back

with its mouth

(which are filled with many sharp and pointy teeth) ]

Ow--

[ Well, that did not go as planned, the guy letting out something that's a cross between a yelp and a grunt and yanking his hand back out of the fridge. With the blue thing in tow, no doubt. ]

Let go!

[ The idea of using his other hand to pry the animal off does occur to him but he'd like to keep at least one of his hands usable after all of this, thank you ]

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