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It's dark outside.

Granted it was dark when Mother actually parked the RV to spend the night in a farmer's field. The owner of the land is too far away to notice the guy who was using his back forty to park and sleep for the night.

And considering that Mother had once again, pulled a marathon of driving through the terrain, it was mutual that they stop at least for the night and sleep. One conspiracy-nut mad scientist in sprawled face-first in his bed, still in his clothes, and one magi-tech kitsune dozing in her private little space.

At least until some snorting noise outside, too faint for Mother to hear, started the little hairs on the back of her neck up.

Date: 2010-04-06 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
Normally, Laini has no problems roughing it, or being out in the middle of nowhere out in Underhill. (Both of which are the norm when traveling, there.)

On Earthside, however- once the 20th century hit, she is all for Urban Comfort. And while the RV is a little spot of luxury in a place where they could be having to make do with a tent and sleeping bag-

Such mysterious noises are rather why she tends to like more civilized areas. There, at least, anything threatening is more than likely human, and Laini has a whole stock of tricks ready for dealing with them.

(Mother's world has also proved a bit more... interesting in its variety of threats. Specially out in the middle of nowhere, as Mt St Hilary and the desert squid proved.)

So, the question is, as she quietly slips out of bed and grabs the little black box with the big red button (affectionately labeled 'Sledgehammer'), and eyes the windows and doors-

Should she bother trying to wake Mother?

Date: 2010-04-06 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
...He kind of looks dead to the world. The only thing that'd wake him up now would be if something attacked the RV.

.

.

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Considering what happened the LAST time Mother got woken up out of a caffeine/sleep dep crash... perhaps it's better to let the sleeping mad scientist drool into his pillow.

Date: 2010-04-06 06:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
Riiiiiiiight. If she does have to wake him up-

Better to have a large target for him to aim at and blow up, rather than her! So, with a rueful glance at the sleeping conspiracy theory geek, Laini clambers up the counter in the mini-kitchen, and pops open the moonport built into the ceiling. Most people wouldn't be able to exit the Winnabago that way-

But Laini is hardly 'most people'.

(Laini is far from 'most people'.)

Up onto the roof of the RV, cloaked with an illusion and white noise, and a few other tricks to make sure her own eyesight and hearing is perfectly suited for sensing things even in the dead of night-

Of course, if all of this is for nothing more than an over-curious raccoon, well then. Laini knows what she'll be cooking up for breakfast the next morning.
Edited Date: 2010-04-06 06:53 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-04-06 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
Well. There is a raccoon up there. But from the looks of things it's pretty darn surprised that she's up there as well.

And it doesn't sound like snorting. That lovely bit of noise is coming from the field, along with the smell of hot metal and gunpowder.

...were those dead branches sticking up from the field before? Should they be...moving.

Date: 2010-04-06 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
Moving branches in a field.

Laini is about 99% sure that there aren't any Ents about on Mother's world. Thus-

That is a perfect valid target to present to the sleep-deprived Mother! With a feral, humorless smile, Laini slips back in through the moonport, landing lightly on the floor of the RV.

"Mother? Mooooooother?" From well past arm's reach of the sleeping lump. (She's also 99% sure that there are no weapons within his arm's reach, as well.)

Date: 2010-04-06 07:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
"dnnzrrgntabbit...radeeeoo hcktif frg flast..."

And he just rolls onto his side in his sleep.

Date: 2010-04-08 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
... Laini just rolls her eyes, and with a quiet sigh, makes her way back out of the moonport again. If push comes to shove, she can always aim a blast from the 'sledgehammer' right into the side of the RV-

If that won't wake Mother up, nothing will.

Alright. Still cloaked, Laini scans the field for the 'tree branches'- or whatever else they may be.

Date: 2010-04-08 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
Good news.

The 'tree branches' are easily spotted now.

Bad news.

They were antlers. Big damn mutant sonsavbitches antlers. And there's a pair of glowing orange eyes under them and whatever else that package has it snorting softly.

Date: 2010-04-08 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
... Right. There may be deer-type creatures in Underhill, but nothing exactly like that. Laini is re-thinking the need for back-up, here.

Thus, seconds later, she's back inside the RV, carefully poking Mother.

"Darryl. Mother! DARRYL!"

Date: 2010-04-08 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
"Whaazit...whozzere..Laini?"

He's just going to be blinking at her for a few seconds.

"Laini. what time is it?"

Date: 2010-04-08 06:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
She blinks back, and refrains from looking at any of the digital clock readouts in the RV. "I have no idea. Um." Laini shrugs, then waves her hands about.

"There's this thing outside the Winnebago that you should come and see."

Date: 2010-04-08 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
"...does it have tentacles, an anal probe, scales, or actively want to film me and thus by all accounts commit suicide?"

He's trying to remember, but judging from what he can see through sleep-blurred vision..he's only been asleep for a little over and hour.

Date: 2010-04-08 06:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
Laini slowly shakes her head. "...... no? Least not that I can tell. It-"

Date: 2010-04-08 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
"Then it can wait until I've gotten more than 2 hours of sleep."

With that, Mother is getting back into a comfortable position with a pillow over his head, grumbling.

Date: 2010-04-08 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
With the pillow over his head, Mother misses out on the rude gesture and look Laini gives him, before turning to raid one of the cabnets quickly. It might be a good idea to have a few more things at hand before she climbs back out of the moonport-

And if Mother is going to go back to sleep and Not Help, then he can donate a bottle of his favorite home-brewed vodka to Laini's Self Defense Cause.

"Looks like its just you and me, bucko." Idlely to the poor raccoon still up on the roof, hunched up and looking at the giant, mutant deer in terror.

Date: 2010-04-08 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
All it takes is one more sniff and a snort from the glowy-eyed thing in the field before Laini's ringtailed friend hauls his furry ass over the side of the RV.

He has the right plan, because sonsavbitches antlers is coming over for a closer look at the RV and the things perched on the roof. The head falls just a foot short of being high enough to peer on top.

There's another snort before the thing speaks.

"Zat the good moonshine?"

.........Deerzilla speaks.

Date: 2010-04-08 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
Indeed, it speaks.

Laini really should have been expecting this, all things considered. She blinks once, and twice- mentally re-shuffles her orginal plans of 'vodka=highly flammable' to 'vodka=good moonshine'- and then starts to slowly grin.

"Why yes, yes it is. And I'm totally willing to share with such a handsome buck as yourself- mind stepping aside so I can jump down?"

Date: 2010-04-19 03:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
"Sure thing. Dis yours?" A very subtle nod towards the RV. On this guy, subtle pretty much reads out as just barely not-hitting the RV with the antlers that ate ohio.

Other than that, deerzilla only..sorta resembles your average deer.

Date: 2010-04-19 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
Laini drops down to the ground, bottle of homemade vodka in hand. After a glance (UP) at the Thirty-point Buck, then to the Winnebago, then back, she slowly nods.

"In such a way that I'm responsible for it in my dealings with you, yes. And- please. I'd really not like to see any damage or harm come to it. But it can certainly be moved if it really, really needs to be. We were just planning on being here for the night- we'll be going in the morning."

And Laini would really not like to pay for any more repairs to Mother's precious RV. With another bright smile, she simply holds up the bottle.

"Drink?"

Date: 2010-04-19 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
"Jus askin'. Y'all're fine on mah land."

And thus, the chatting begins, because from the ground..it's kind of a lot easier to see the Deerzilla is not really terran in origin. And he goes by Chet, been living in this area for about 10 years pretty quiet, save for when a neighbor gets drunk with a shotgun.

Which by the way, sounds a LOT like his species' mating call.

This goes on for about 2 hours before...

"AAAAIIIIIIEERGH!"

...there's a scream from inside the RV, followed by..

"LAINI!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING IN MY BATHROOM?!?!?"

Date: 2010-04-19 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
By now, Laini is a little more than four-sheets to the wind-

What, you don't think she'd let Chet drink all the homemade vodka, would you? That would hardly be sociable!

So, at Mother's yell, there is a lot of rather comedic gesturing and shushing noises made at Chet, before she finally shouts back.

"Aw- did you wake up Rosie?"

Date: 2010-04-19 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
.
.
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"...ROSIE?!?" Is the reply. "That thing has NO place being in my bathroom!"

Date: 2010-04-19 05:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
Laini sighs dramatically, and leans against the door of the RV.

"Then where? 'Cause I did consider your bed, but then rather thought that may be a little bit of a bad idea."

Date: 2010-04-19 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
"Look! A guy should be able to take a leak without getting his bait and tackle snapped at by mutant foliage!"

Date: 2010-04-19 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
... Ok, even Laini has to respect that. She winces, and even Chet cringes in on himself. A long sigh, and Laini reaches up to rub her face. (There is also some internal fiddling to start sobering up- a pity, as that was good moonshine.)

"... Alright. I'll come back in and put Rosie somewhere where you'll be safe."

Date: 2010-04-19 05:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
"I'll take care of it."

There's a moment of pause before the RV door opens and the steps for it are extending. And Rosie, in her charming little pot is set out with a pair of tongs onto the first step.

Then the door is shut again with small bang, and muttering going on behind it.

Date: 2010-04-19 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxy-l33t.livejournal.com
Laini's ears perk at the door, and then she rolls her eyes as she steps forwards to pick up the pot.

Rosie McCarnivore has already learned to not snap at the kitsune, thankfully.

"Well, that could have gone better. 'Course, it could have gone worse."
Edited Date: 2010-04-19 06:00 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-04-19 06:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yucca-isnt-porn.livejournal.com
".....least he didn't find out about us drinkin th'good moonshine." Chet rumbles very...very quietly as Laini sits back down with him to finish off the bottle.

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Well, not until a few days later anyways.

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