Do Not Taunt Happy Fun Lilim (Chadril, Fou-Lu)

[Editor's Note: There's some OOCing in the beginning. Skip past if you don't like OOCs, though it sorts out a bit of "what we're doing next."

Haru says "I bet Ofanim love ice-skating... sure!"

Sirea nods! :D *suits up*

<<Scene Start>>

<<OOC>> arcangel says "So, last we saw, Fou and Chadril were leaving Nashanna to the mercies of Creationer relievers with stained glass?"

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu nods! :D

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu says "To go SHOPPING. I think."

<<OOC>> Chadril grins happily! Shopping, yep!

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Shopping?"

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu thinks so? That's what they said they'd try while she worked on the door?

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Whatcha shopping for? O:>"

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu says "Stuff for Nashanna's place! Mostly tech equipment and the like. This may aslo require a trip to Eli's Halls. >:)"

<<OOC>> Chadril doens't remember! Thought NASH wanted to go shopping.

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu nods. Perhaps other things could be done, so Nash can be taken along later?

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Or you can drop by and put in a request for stuff at the kiosk for computer equipment..."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Fou was also going to go visit Mnason?"

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu ahs! Good idea. Chadril? :) yes, Mnason and Garg. He would want a Chad with him for that. Helps keep him calm and focused.

<<OOC>> Chadril poing!

<<OOC>> Chadril uses up all the excitement and lack of focus, then?

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu yays! Alright. All set then. TO THE HALLS!

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu snickers. Yes. ;)

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Which Halls? O:>"

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu says "The buzzy, sparkly, bright zappy one with no angry AA."

<<OOC>> arcangel heehee

Chadril leans on Fou-Lu's decrepit, vestigial-winged shoulders. "So...."

Fou-Lu smiles over at Chadril. "Well. Now that Nashanna is occupied with something constructive... ah! I know. Would you care to run a few errands with me?"

Chadril says "I like errands! And running."

Fou-Lu says "Good. I have to speak with the head of Shangri-La's internal security. A Malakite of Jean known as Mnason. We can also place a request for proper technological equipment for Nashanna to use. Shall we go?"

Chadril says "Sounds like fun. Y'okay!"

Chadril spins around Fou-Lu's shoulders a few times.

Fou-Lu nods cheerfully, and starts to head off with his Ofanite. Twitches a little, as the shoulder-settling caused some sharp pangs of wing-ouchies, but remains stoic and says nothing.

Chadril says "So! Where can we find the Mnmn guy?"

As always, candles and twilight, bright angels and Lilim like green shadows among the blue. The Halls of Progress rise, like a fairy-tale fractal pattern, sparkling in the blue-gray skies.

Fou-Lu says "Well, I'd hope we could find out here, since he does work for Lightning."

Chadril says "Ahhhh."

Fou-Lu approaches the front kiosk with Chadril.

Fou-Lu .oO(Thank goodness it isn't the other Halls. Still not ready to go running through there again quite yet.)

Today, the spider-monkey Cherub is apparently on duty. "Hihihi!" it chatters. "What's up, Wheel and Watcher?"

Chadril waves! "Hiya!"

Fou-Lu says "Good day, Guardian. We're here with dual purpose, if you can help us."

The spider-monkey Cherub leans on the wall of its kiosk. "I can try!"

Chadril says "Is it boring being here all day?"

The Cherub laughs. "Nah! I get to talk to people!"

Fou-Lu says "First, I wanted to ask if I could have a computer. Specifically, one for my new secretary. If this is acceptable?"

The Cherub says, "Sure! Got any preferences? You want it delivered or gonna pick it up?"

Fou-Lu says "Hmmm... perhaps we'll have it delivered, for the sake of convenience. I confess that I know little of the machines, and I'm still learning. As for preferences, I only hope to have one that is efficient for secretarial duties."

Chadril says "And cute. She'll want one that's cute!"

Fou-Lu blinks. "...that too. I did say I wanted to make her comfortable."

The Cherub shakes its head, its lower feet typing on a computer, and snickers. "Gotcha, gotcha. One cute simple computer. You want it pre-installed, or is the secretary going to download the software from LightningNet?"

Fou-Lu says "Well... hmm. I'm not sure how good she is with the machines. Well, if there's anything useful you think a secretary helping a Judge should need, put it in there, please."

The Cherub continues to type. "Okay, full pre-install for a secretary. Anything else?"

Fou-Lu says "Could you tell me where I could find Mnason, Malakite of Lightning? The new head of internal security? I have a few things I wished to discuss with him."

The Cherub says, "Mnason? Discovery-chief? Sure -- he's somewhere in the basement, Liberty Hall. Subway connects right next to it!"

Fou-Lu says "Discovery? Liberty Hall? Very well. Thank you for your help, Guardian. Here is the address for the computer."

Fou-Lu scribbles it down on a spare sheet, tears it out, and hands it over with a nod of thanks.

The Cherub tappity-types with its toes, looking bemused at _paper_. "It'll be there later today, betcha!"

Fou-Lu says "Thank you. Chadril? Do you know where the subway is? I didn't realize that Shangri-La had one."

Chadril says "Whee! S'cool! ...man, I should check my email sometimes this week. Um... subway? We have a subway?"

Fou-Lu shrugs.

The Cherub says, "Right inside, turn left, hang a right at the Subway sign!" It points to the Halls.

Fou-Lu aaaahs. Smiles at Chadril. "Let's go then."

Chadril says "Whee!"

Chadril zoops ahead.

Fou-Lu chases after Chadril!

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu wonders if Chad gets irked by Fou being as slow as a river running uphill, with his low Perception. XD

The exhibits at the Halls seem to be coming online, with angels, relievers, and a few souls working on them. A couple of the souls seem a bit grubbier than the others, in some ineffable way, but they work dutifully.

The sign of SUBWAY, with an arrow, is indeed obvious.

Chadril says "Fou! Fou! Sign!"

Fou-Lu sees it! Follows after and heads down. Well. These should be a refreshing change of pace from the Earthly subways.

Chadril zoop!

It's a clean, sparkling, large space. There are doors on one side of it, opposite the stairs, and a display above has the Time To Arrival for the subway.

Chadril says "I bet it's fast!"

Fou-Lu drifts about, looking for the proper platform to take to Liberty Hall. "I would hope so. Are you eager to ride on one?"

Indeed, the count-down is fairly short -- about three minutes.

Chadril says "I used to try to ride the subways on earth but they were too slow and not enough fun if you weren't driving them anyway I guess. And I never got to drive them."

The Subway Map is on one wall. It's very simple, currently, going between Liberty Hall, the Halls of Progress, and the Halls of Creation.

Fou-Lu checks. Ahhh. That one, then. "Well, I'm sure these will be more than fast enough. Chadril, tell me -- there is a Prince who governs human technology now? An opposite number to Jean?"

Chadril says "Um, yeah. The Prince of Technology."

Fou-Lu purses his lips, and nods. Ah. That would explain the condition of many earthly subway systems then.

Fou-Lu gets into place with Chadril, waiting the arrival of the next bus.

A couple of relievers flutter down the stairs, dragging boxes on strings. They chatter happily to each other, with many innocent "ooo"nesses and "ewww"nesses at the wonder of a Watcher and his Discord.

Fou-Lu smiles wryly at them as they pass by. "Well. I suppose it's a mixed blessing to know that I'll always be catching peoples eyes. I'm glad I caught yours, for sure." he winks at Chadril.

Chadril whirs more rapidly for a moment. "Flirt."

Fou-Lu smiles and says nothing.

The relievers wait for the subway next to one of the doors, whispering and giggling together.

Chadril is, unfortunately, an Ofanite. He pokes at Fou-Lu's nose. "You are an utter flirt, and you don't even try to deny it!" He bobs. "So. Liberty Hall, right?"

Fou-Lu smiles again with a little shrug, and then nods. "Indeed. I need to... well, if this Mnason is going to be internal security, then I'm obviously going to have to speak with him."

Chadril says "Whatcha gonna be talking about?"

The counter is down to about two minutes.

Fou-Lu says "How I can help him, how he can help me, what I should expect from him and his organization... it won't do to be running around and acting as a Judge if Shangri-La already has its own system. I need to define what my duties will be, and how they'll relate to his own."

Chadril says "You're real organized."

Fou-Lu says "Well, I have to be. Lord Dominic would expect no less, especially since I serve him again. This will also help to avoid any unneeded conflicts. I did promise to serve Judgment and Shangri-La both."

Chadril says "I'd go crazy if I organized that much."

Fou-Lu smiles, and pats Chadril. "You do what you must well, dear Chadril. You help to keep my balance."

Chadril says "Why, by taking up all the excess lack thereof?"

Chadril spins sideways.

Minute thirty...

Fou-Lu hehs. "You remind me that I should unwind every now and then, lest I become fanatically rigid. Adherence to Judgment is a must, but that adherence must be clear and just."

Fou-Lu says "It is... sad, that out respective Lords are so hostile to one another."

Chadril says "They've always been that way, as long as I can remember!"

Fou-Lu says "Yes, but not as much as they are now. Simple dislike at times? Yes. But... ah well. No need to worry. I can only hope that it doesn't reflect badly upon you, Chadril."

Chadril looks down for a long moment, spinning in place. "Oh, well. Eli lets us make our own choices."

Fou-Lu puts an arm around Chadril, hoping he didn't upset him. To change the subject, he asks "Ah. I'm reminded -- can you tell me what you know about the new head of external security? A Djinn I think?"

One minute...

Chadril says "We have Djinn around here?!"

Fou-Lu says "I think so. I can't recall the details... all I know is that a Djinn might be in command of our defense. Which, to be honest, sounds almost laughable."

Chadril considers. "Well, I guess they ARE famous for ...stuff."

Fou-Lu says "True... well, we'll see. If I have the time after this, we can go investigate."

Thirty seconds to subway...

Chadril says "And we can always ask Mna- ...what he thinks."

Fou-Lu nods, and rubs his shoulders while waiting, trying to shake off the sudden haze of insecurity that's taken hold of him. He mumbles numbers off to himself.

Chadril sinks down a bit while Fou-Lu counts. Starts to tug him towards the subway platform.

The two relievers start shouldering the box-strings again, getting ready for the subway.

Fou-Lu mmmphs. Blinks, and shakes his head to clear it. Follows after while still mouthing numbers to himself. A few spare droplets of blood hit the floor unnoticed by him.

Chadril says "Fou? Fou, you with me here?"

Twenty seconds...

Fou-Lu counts, and absently nods, not knowing what Chadril said exactly.

Chadril pats Fou-Lu's cheeks!

Fifteen seconds...

Fou-Lu blinks! "Ah? Yes, Chadril?" he blinks some more, waking up, and rubs his shoulders harder. Ow. Stupid wings.

Chadril says "Subway's here in a moment!"

Fou-Lu says "Oh."

Chadril says "Um, wings hurting?"

Fou-Lu says "A little."

A pleasent tone bings, as the count-down goes to 10.

Chadril says "Need any help picking the, um, dead-heads?"

Chadril, being a wheel of fire, manages to offer that without visibly appearing queasy.

9...8...7...6...5...

Fou-Lu erks when he notices that his hands are starting to really bleed, making a small puddle on the floor. Curse it. He needs to change his bandages.

Fou-Lu says "No, I'll be fine. Besides, we have to go now! The bus is finally here."

Chadril says "Subway."

4...3...2...

1...

Fou-Lu says "Oh. Aren't they called buses? The actual vehicle you ride in?"

Chadril says "Cars. Subway cars."

Fou-Lu aaaaahs.

There is a crackling FWOOSH, and something streaks past the little windows in the doors, braking quickly. The doors open.

Chadril says "EEEEE!"

Fou-Lu eeks!

Chadril grabs Fou, drags him inside.

Fou-Lu nearly falls back. Is dragged in!

The little relievers flutter in as well. A few angels, and a somewhat dingy soul, exit.

Chadril waves to people!

Fou-Lu bows as people pass.

The soul twitches at Fou-Lu.

Little counters inside the car indicate that it will be approximately 30 seconds to departure.

Chadril says "Sit, Fou, sit."

Fou-Lu quirks his head at the soul. Huh. He whispers "Chadril, is it just me, or did that particular Blessed seem... grungy? I thought that they'd have better cleaning habits than that."

Fou-Lu sits down!

Chadril says "I think that was one of Lilith's, Fou!"

Fou-Lu says "Oh? ... ... /OH/."

Chadril says "And dude, did you ever hear of John the Baptist? Dirty, dirty man."

Fou-Lu was noticing a more fundamental grunge than actual grit and grime, but... huh.

Fou-Lu settles in, and relaxes, looking about the car.

Chadril says "I mean, I dunno, but it makes sense. If Jean and Eli could bring some blessed souls, then... right?"

The count down goes without incident, though a few drops of escaped blood are pooling on the seat-cushions. They don't seem to be sinking in. Only some relievers are on right now -- the two from the Lightning Landing, and a few more with wings that are glittery and paint-smeared. The relievers instantly start talking and giggling together.

Fou-Lu says "True... well, it does offer some sense of hope, no? I don't think I have the mental energy to ponder the implications of such right now, though. Whew."

Chadril watches the relievers some, with a sappy Ofanite rotation.

Fou-Lu feels fuzzy-headed again, and he drifts off into another half-aware state of being.

The final ten seconds are, again, chimed. Then the doors slide shut, and the car _accelerates_ -- fortunately without quite the acceleration forces that would be in effect in the corporeal realm.

Chadril Wheee! ...awww, no acceleration forces. Silly Lightning.

Chadril presses against the glass and peers out.

Stone-seeming walls, with a slight blue-green cast, whoosh past at incredible speeds.

Chadril says "Fou! Fou! Look how fast we're going!"

Fou-Lu mmmph. Count, tap, count, tap, count, tap. The blood has stopped, at least. Though there is that dull stench to contend with, which is getting a bit worse right now.

There's another chime, and a calm voice says, "Liberty Hall in ten seconds."

Chadril says "Fou! We're going fast!"

The deceleration is as smooth -- and virtually free of "slam-people-around-the-cabin" forces. The doors whisk open, admitting the smell of hot dogs. The various relievers start fluttering out, and some new ones -- and a very sleek-dressed Lilim in sunglasses -- enter.

Fou-Lu blinks lazily, looking around again. Huh?

Fou-Lu woah. The smell hits him and manages to shake him out of his stupor somewhat.

Chadril nabs Fou-Lu's hand and starts tugging the dazed Grigori out, doubtless with some difficulty.

Fou-Lu shakes his head hard and comes to, getting up.

Fou-Lu says "We're here then? Good." he offers a brief glance to the sleek Lilim.

Outside, there is another large area, this one done in shades of amber and brown. Large stairs lead up. A door is off to one side, and large double-doors can be seen at the top of the stairs.

The sleek Lilim ignores Fou-Lu. She seats herself elegantly at a (non-blood-spattered) bench.

Chadril says "Wanna find some place to change your bandages before we go to visit the Mna-guy?"

Fou-Lu draws his attention away from everyone, and concentrates on finding a map of the place nearby, if there is one. Hopefully, it'll mark where Mnason's headquarters are. "Ah, sure. Thank you, Chadril."

Chadril says "I'm sure there's SOME nook for privacy somewhere nearby."

So far, no map seems present. At the top of the stairs, however, is a hot-dog stand. Another pair of sleek Lilim hover in midair, like statues, in a corner of the large room.

Fou-Lu hmmmms. Food places are often the best gossip spots. There's a sure bet. And he could go for a quick bite to eat. "Shall we get something to eat first? I can ask where Mnason is. Then we can get cleaned up and go meet him."

Chadril says "Sure, sounds good. No getting cleaned up at the food place, though!"

Chadril shakes a ring.

Fou-Lu smiles. "I wouldn't think of doing something so rude, believe me. I'm /sure/ there are places to make oneself look presentable. This is Lilith's domain, after all."

Fou-Lu heads over to the hot dog stand.

Chadril follows!

The Lilim hot-dog vendor is plump, and seems to be nervously ignoring her two sleek sisters in the corner above her. A couple of Malakim are on the upper landing as well; one of them dickering over the price of hot-dogs, while the other leans against the wall next to a non-descript door (off to the left) and munches with amusement.

Fou-Lu approaches, and offers a small bow. "Good day, Daughter. May I request something to eat?"

Chadril waves to the hot dog vendor. "Hi!"

The Lilim says, cheerily, "Of course! Will you be setting up an account, sir?"

Fou-Lu says "An account?"

The Malakite dickering with her snorts. "You give her an Essence, and she gives you a number of days of hot-dogs. It's fractional to make them, after all."

Chadril looks at the Lilim vendor in alarm. "How low in Essence are you?"

Fou-Lu says "Ah. Well, perhaps not today. If I find that I must come here often, which I may have to, I gladly will though. For now, a hot dog for me and my companion will do. How do you like yours, Chadril?"

The Lilim says, "Well, not very, but I don't want to get that way! And I have to buy the materials." She nods sagely.

Chadril says "You should hire a creationer to work with you! We can make the materials, you know!"

The Lilim says, "One Essence, then, please!" She pats a reliquary -- shaped like a mustard bottle.

The Malakite tells Chadril, "She doesn't want to share the Essence. She's over-charging a little for convenience."

Fou-Lu hands over one Essence. He requests a hot dog with onions and mustard.

Chadril asks the Malakite, "What does she need the essence for? I mean, if she ran out, people'd give her whatever."

The Lilim says, "Sir! Convenience is a commodity, same as hot-dogs!" She prepares the hotdog with onions and mustard, competantly, and hands it over.

Fou-Lu thanks. "Chadril? Are you going to order yours?"

The Malakite shrugs. "I don't know. She's being all demonic."

Fou-Lu was going to say something about that, but when he noticed that she's hanging around Malakim a lot... well, he's sure the problem will correct itself with time.

Chadril hesitates. "I'm a bit low on essence since the attack, but..." He shrugs and plops one in the reliquary. "Make me one with everything, please!"

The Lilim says, "Oh! Oh! You're not together? I thought he was paying for you?" She does, however, work to make Chadril One With Everything. This includes a sprinkling of chocolate chips.

Fou-Lu nods to Chadril. He did buy it for him!

Chadril says "Oh! I thought you were charging separately!"

Chadril trails a ring on the counter, embarrassed.

Fou-Lu smiles and pats him on a back ring.

Chadril squeaks.

The Lilim reaches over and passes Chadril an Essence back.

Chadril says "Thanks!"

One might note that she gives the Malakite a "so there" look as well.

Chadril rearranges himself into a happy face at the Lilim.

She giggles.

Fou-Lu says "Oh -- might I ask where Mnason currently is? I need to speak with him."

The Malakite, almost re-starting the dickering with the Lilim vendor, says, "The boss? He's back through there." He hooks a thumb back over his shoulder at the nondescript door, where his Choirmate leans. "It gets non-euclidian fast, though."

Chadril says "What's a euclid?"

Fou-Lu says "Thank you, Virtue. Oh... um, do you know where I could clean myself up, too? I'm not looking fit for a meeting right now I don't think."

Fou-Lu munches his hot dog, trying to ignore back pain.

The Malakite gives Fou-Lu an up-and-down look. "Ugh," he comments. "Hm. I don't know -- we've got showers in ours, probably in case we need to wash up after brawls or something. Might be something of the sort around here, but some greenie'd probably charge you for it."

Fou-Lu grumbles. "Thanks. I suppose I'll find something."

Chadril says "Oh, I dunno. If the option is him taking off his bandages in front of her, or her showing him a private place, I have a wild guess as to what'll happen!"

Fou-Lu says "What, wild repulsion? Obviously."

The Malakite by the door, voice and body betraying no gender preference, calls out, "Just stick your head out the big doors and there'll be plenty of Daughters to browbeat."

Chadril rubs a ring on Fou-Lu's scalp, noogieing him happily.

Fou-Lu hehs. He was serious, though.

Fou-Lu says "Well, let's look around for someplace then."

Chadril nods! "Thanks, guys!" He waves to all.

"No problem," the androgyne Virtue smiles.

The two sleek Lilim do not move.

Fou-Lu bows, and heads off, searching. "Perhaps your resonance could tell us of a suitable place nearby? I'd really rather not have to talk to any Lilim about my Discord."

Chadril says "I can try, but that's kinna vague."

Chadril says "And if I search for a private nook, there's always the chance it's already occupied..."

<<GAME>> Chadril rolls the d666 and gets 4 5 CHECK: 1.

Fou-Lu says "True..."

Chadril shakes a bit. "No can do. No answer!"

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu watches the poor Ofanite fizzle and fuzz!

Fou-Lu says "Drat. Thank you, though. Let's just try to find some dark corner where I won't be gawked at by too many people."

Chadril says "I could hold up your cloak as a curtain!"

Fou-Lu says "...ingenious idea, Chadril. Very well. Let's find a suitable corner and do that."

Chadril poings!

Fou-Lu looks around for a good corner that's mostly out of sight.

The hall outside leads to -- the "front door" entry hall, straight ahead (the route to Lilith's office), and further on to where gardens lie in the twilight, with hedges and fountains.

Chadril finishes his hotdog. "Oh, the gardens'll work!"

Fou-Lu nods. He heads there, looking for a good place. God, /please/ don't let any halfbreeds see him. Ugh.

The gardens seem easy to lose oneself in -- there are hints of a hedge-maze, deeper in. No Lilim seem present at the moment.

Fou-Lu scuttles to a corner, whips off his cloak, and hands it to Chadril. Gotta be quick. Ew.

Bloody bandages are clearly soaked through, leaving wet stains on the black coverings.

Chadril holds up the cloak! And peeks. "Aw, that looks...painful."

Fou-Lu eughs. He strips them all off, and re-adjusts the harness, while applying fresh bandages. These'll last him while he's here at least.

The used ones squelch a little, on the ground.

Fou-Lu also makes sure to pluck off any seriously rotted or groady feathers. Which, as always, is a really freaking painful process.

Chadril says "Ewww. Got a towel or anything to mop that up...?"

Chadril ponders investing in a good bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

There's a little pile of disgusting feathers, joining the squelchy pile of bandages.

Fou-Lu uses a rag to clean himself off as best he can.

Fou-Lu applies the pads and the bandages, tightly binding them up.

Chadril says "Y'know, I bet there's some kind of anesthetic you could get for the wings..."

Black wrappings cover up the soon-to-be-bloody pads.

Fou-Lu whews. There. Puts the finishing touches on the wings, ew, and then asks for his cloak back.

Chadril hands it over!

Fou-Lu sweeps it on, covering his corruption with the thick sheet of black. There! All better.

And naught is left save a little pile of squelchy pads and nasty feathers.

Fou-Lu says "Thank you, Chadril. Maybe now I don't look like a... freak. Please, for my sake and your own, never get your Choir Outcast for thousands of years."

Fou-Lu smiles a bit jokingly.

Chadril says "Er, I'll try."

Fou-Lu smooths his hair down. "Ready to go then?"

Chadril says "Ready!"

Fou-Lu heads off to that little door, then.

Fou-Lu ohs! "One moment."

Chadril says "Yeah?"

Fou-Lu goes back, takes out his bag for Discord droppings, and shuffles them in. There.

Fou-Lu heads back, and deposits the bag in the nearest trash bin.

Perhaps a few blood-smears on the grass, but those are dark in the twilight.

Trash bins are hard to find in the halls -- apparently "trash" is not typically something that is generated celestially.

Fou-Lu rrrghs. Will wait till he passes by one, then.

And back to the little door. Malakite and Lilim are still dickering -- something about 10 Essence for a year's supply of hot-dogs -- with the sleek pair silent above, but the androgynous Virtue is elsewhere.

There _is_ a small trash-bin near the little door. Apparently hot-dogs generate napkins.

Fou-Lu glances sidelong at the Lilim pair. Yeesh. What are they, employed as statues? He nods to them as he passes, tossing the bag in.

The pair ignore him.

Chadril buzzes up curiously to the pair. "Whatcha doing?"

Fou-Lu stops a little ways away, watching and waiting for Chadril.

One of them slants a sunglasses-ed look at Chadril. "Observing," she murmurs, cooly.

Chadril says "Observing what?"

Fou-Lu tries not to smile. Really. Chadril is the utter bane of excessive seriousness, and bless him for it.

The other murmurs, "To ensure that undignified matters do not... spread unchecked, here."

Chadril says "Why?"

The pair fix him with looks that, even through the sunglasses, seem alarmingly like crossfire beams. The first one replies, "Because it is beneath our Mother's dignity to have her Hall turned into some kind of strip mall. This is not Shal-Mari. This is not the Guildhall."

Chadril says "But if the people who live here want to do it, why is it bad? And if your mom doesn't like it, why doesn't she say something to them?"

Fou-Lu .oO(This is Liberty Hall, next to the Halls of /Creation/, and Lightning. What do they expect? Teh.)

The second sleek Lilim says, cooly, "She is busy. We are here to ensure that matters do not become troublesome. We are here to keep an eye on matters within _her_ Hall."

Fou-Lu waits patiently. So. They're Lilith's own watchmen. Ah.

Chadril says "Did she tell you to watch for undignified behaviour?"

Sleek Lilim One murmurs, "Transient undignified behavior is one matter, to be dealt with on a case by case basis."

Sleek Lilim Two murmurs, "Setting up this... food stand as a permanent feature is another matter, which should not be allowed to get out of hand."

Chadril says "Did she say that that sort of thing was bad?"

Sleek Lilim One says, very cooly, "She has trusted our judgment to what her tastes would like. Do you question our Mother's judgment?"

Chadril says "I question your interpretation of it! People here are having fun, and making profits, and generally allowing smooth interaction between lilim and angel! A few concessions have to be made, and that means - concessions!"

Sleek Lilim Two says, "Concessions, perhaps. Concession stands within Liberty Hall... should not grow out of hand. Do you prefer Shal-Mari, then? Are you once-Calabite, longing for home?"

Fou-Lu /frowns/. He glares at the Lilim intently.

Chadril says "Me? Nah! I'm Creationer! We have all kinds of food places, because food can be a great act of creation. Plus, you know, it's fun. Kick back, relax. There's no reason to oppress anyone."

Sleek Lilim One says, "You may run your Hall as you will. This is not your Hall. Do you question our Mother's judgment in her tasks for us?"

Chadril says "I'm not questioning your mom, I'm questioning you! But -" He leans back and calls to the other angels in the room, "Hey, I actually gotta get goin' 'cause someone's waiting on me. Anyone care to tag in while I'm gone?"

The Malakite -- whose dickering had gone rather half-hearted in preference of eavesdropping -- says, "Ummmm..... Not sure..." He looks nonplussed.

The pair of Lilim murmur, in somewhat creepy unison, "Go to your appointment, little angel."

Chadril says "Anybody? Anybody?"

Fou-Lu rolls his eyes. He wouldn't be surprised if they were a pair of self-important former Gamesters, desperate to cling to some semblance of order and importance. He waits for Chadril to come back, staying silent.

Alas, no other angels are currently on the landing.

The hot-dog vendor is definitely keeping her head down.

Fou-Lu says "Chadril."

Chadril says "Okay! Well, it was nice meeting you, ladies!"

Chadril bobs at them in a bow. Then scurries off after Fou-Lu.

The pair of Lilim are silent. Their gazes seem rather sniper-sightish.

Fou-Lu turns away with an arm on Chadril's back, throwing back a glare that could crack stone.

The pair of Lilim focus on Fou-Lu instead of Chadril, apparently impressed enough to target him as Potential Threat instead of the Ofanite.

Fou-Lu ignores them, and heads for the door to Mnason's headquarters.

Chadril says "Oh, Fou, don't you worry. S'not like they can hurt anyone."

<<Scene Stop>>

arcangel pauses, then.

Sirea streeeeeetches.

Ryukage hugs Haru!

Haru says "That was great."

Haru hugs!

Sirea hugs too! See you later! :D

Sirea enjoyed it, AA.

arcangel hugs!

arcangel happies, then!

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Fou-Lu nods cheerfully, and starts to head off with his Ofanite. Twitches a little, as the shoulder-settling caused some sharp pangs of wing-ouchies, but remains stoic and says nothing.

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu says "But /he/ remains stoic. Must wake up more."

<<OOC>> Chadril says "Y'know, if you say something, he *stops*."

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu knows! But Fou likes the Chadril to be happy and settling on him.

<<OOC>> Chadril says "And dropping the 'he' there's actually acceptable grammatically."

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu will be strong! Will ignore his Discord! Owowow.

<<OOC>> Chadril | Fou-Lu ignores discord, until suddenly... EXPLOSION OF PUS AND GORE! | Chad drips. "....bwa."

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu ewwwwwwwwww!! XD

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu says "No no, that'd be a level 6."

Chadril says "And cute. She'll want one that's cute!"

Demiurge pages: What software does the secretary want? Spreadsheets? Games?

<<OOC>> Chadril | Bland Jeanite: "We have a call for a 'cute' computer." | Bland Jeanite 2: "Lilim."

Fou-Lu says "Well... hmm. I'm not sure how good she is with the machines. Well, if there's anything useful you think a secretary helping a Judge should need, put it in there, please."

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu is so gonna walk in and find her computer littered with Malakite and Grigori porn. He just KNOWS it, OOCly.

<<OOC>> Demiurge | Nashanna : But I thought the chain stuff would be _useful_!

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers.

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu says "And $10 says that Chadril helped her download most of it. :D :D"

<<OOC>> Chadril says "Damn straight!"

From afar, Demiurge ponders the Subway becoming the lair of Something.

Long distance to Demiurge: arcangel giggles. But this is the _Lightning_ subway!

Demiurge pages: True. ;)

From afar, Demiurge | JEAN : So explain to me how you had managed to link the Subway to my Virtual Reality Holoroom and why you were using this to play Heavenquest.

Long distance to Demiurge: arcangel laughs!!

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu | Furfur grumbles. Oh, sure, Damned souls can exist here and no one says a thing about it. Probably because Lilith and her crew are a trillion times stronger than he was. Blah.

Chadril says "I'd go crazy if I organized that much."

<<OOC>> arcangel . o O (Chadji!)

Chadril says "They've always been that way, as long as I can remember!"

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers. That's like the Malakite of (redeemed) Lucifer, who said that he knew his Archangel was good and just ever since he was created ten days ago!

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu grins.

The little relievers flutter in as well. A few angels, and a somewhat dingy soul, exit as well.

<<OOC>> Chadril is sensing GM Hints to Talk To Relievers.

<<OOC>> arcangel blinks? No. They're just going the same direction. O:>

<<OOC>> Chadril giggles.

Outside, there is another large area, this one done in shades of amber and brown. Large stairs lead up. A door is off to one side, and large double-doors can be seen at the top of the stairs.

So far, no map seems present. At the top of the stairs, however, is a hot-dog stand. Another pair of sleek Lilim hover in midair, like statues, in a corner of the large room.

Demiurge pages: Cool decor. ;)

You paged Demiurge with 'Thanks!'.

The two sleek Lilim do not move.

<<OOC>> Chadril has a sudden mental image...

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu giggles. Oh?

<<OOC>> Chadril says "It's like the mounties or royal guard or anyone else forced to stand at the door. And for every one of them, there is somebody who tries to bug them into moving or smiling or talking."

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu hehehe.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Give it a roll, Chadril..."

Chadril says "And if I search for a private nook, there's always the chance it's already occupied..."

<<GAME>> Chadril rolls the d666 and gets 4 5 CHECK: 1.

<<OOC>> Chadril says "Heh no."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Awwww."

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu says "Awww. :D"

Chadril says "I could hold up your cloak as a curtain!"

Fou-Lu says "...ingenious idea, Chadril. Very well. Let's find a suitable corner and do that."

<<OOC>> Chadril has had to change in the school hallway IRL before.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Eek!"

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu nods! Has been in similar situations herself.

Chadril ponders investing in a good bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Ooo, FIZZ!"

<<OOC>> Chadril | Fou-Lu rapidly vanishes behind foam. Noooo!

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu giggles! Fizzy Fou!

<<OOC>> arcangel notes that since she's currently got a case of Icky Bloody Pads herself, she can inflict Discord on Fou with evil glee.

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu hehehehe.

<<OOC>> Chadril says "You too, huh?"

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu huuuugs.

<<OOC>> arcangel nods sadly.

Fou-Lu sweeps it on, covering his corruption with the thick sheet of black. There! All better.

And naught is left save a little pile of squelchy pads and nasty feathers.

<<OOC>> Chadril says "The symbolism is overwhelming."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "Mmmmmm?"

Fou-Lu says "Thank you, Chadril. Maybe now I don't look like a... freak. Please, for my sake and your own, never get your Choir Outcast for thousands of years."

<<OOC>> Janus . o O (...!)

<<OOC>> Chadril is SO dumping some hydrogen peroxide on him when he's not expecting it.

<<OOC>> arcangel snickers.

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu la la la... EEEEK! BURNING FOAMY FIZZ!!!

<<OOC>> Chadril says "It's FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!"

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu says "Make Magog happy. Throw him into a vat of iodine."

<<OOC>> arcangel says "(Doing anything about the little pile of icky in the garden?)"

Fou-Lu ohs! "One moment."

<<OOC>> Fou-Lu says "Hehehe. Brainjar."

Fou-Lu goes back, takes out his bag for Discord droppings, and shuffles them in. There.

<<OOC>> Chadril says "Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww."

Sleek Lilim One says, very cooly, "She has trusted our judgment to what her tastes would like. Do you question our Mother's judgment?"

<<OOC>> Demiurge wonders idly if the stall proprietors has remembered to pay the proper contributions.

<<OOC>> The Lilim Vendor is not in Shal-Mari! She does not need to pay bribes anymore!

<<OOC>> Demiurge says "Nope. Spontaneous goodwill donations, however..."

<<OOC>> The Lilim Vendor clings to her profits!