The alien kitty Princess causes chaos, as she becomes way too curious about Tommy and Elissa. Poor Frank and Isolde are left to do the explaining, until Xillia interrupts.
Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment, Gantz Series.
Co-written with Temp, Chor and VunG.
Temp: Out of the two new humans in her presence, the female proved to be the more surprised. With Isolde and Frank it had been the male. It was slightly interesting to say the least. Xillia really didn’t know how to feel about Frank and the other man acting hostile towards each other, but she knew she wanted to stop it. Just before she was about to snag the two by their collars, Isolde managed to invite her and the other female over to a table. Of course, there was no way she would fit in the tiny seats next to it, so she instead simply scooted over and remained on her knees. Her tail flicked back and forth curiously as she watched the four humans and their strange reactions. Humans were definitely proving to be the interesting creatures that she thought they would be. It seemed that she wouldn’t get a chance to watch them partake in intercourse though, which was very unfortunate. Instead of actually saying anything she remained silent, figuring that Frank and Isolde would do the talking for her.
VunG: Elissa was still in a bit of a daze as Tommy began snapping at the newcomer and, most of all, Frank. She vaguely registered what was happening, though she was still slow to respond and her eyes drifted sleepily to and fro between them. Though… that was a damn good question, how in the world did they know that she and Tommy had been doing the do?! Still, her thoughts would be cut short as Frank screamed like he had a clothespin attached to his nuts and sprinted for the kitchen with Tommy in hot pursuit. Oh no, oh nonononono, she was not about to have that. Surprisingly, she wouldn’t be the one to get their attention, Isolde instead declaring a meeting, not now but right now! Nodding coldly agreeably and looking straight at the men, with a glare at Frank in particular, she would quickly go to grab her notepad and pencil before heading for the table. If the men didn’t come, she’d give a sharp whistle. Of course, as she moved to join, she realized just how tall this ‘alien’ woman was… and that she was on her knees like a parent chasing after his kid… jeeze, how tall was this lady?!
Shaking her head, she sat down rather forcefully in one of the chairs and rather furiously wrote down, ~I want answers. Now. Why wasn’t Frank picking up? How did you get in here? And who the hell is Fluffy over here?!~ You could tell juts by looking at her that she was more than a little perturbed, a vein perhaps a little larger than it should have been and her eyes flashing dangerously. That said, she didn’t seem to be angry at anyone in particular except for Frank, and even then that could wait; no she was just angry in general at being interrupted and being so thoroughly confused… and at the intrusion.
Razorbackwriter: Tommy had Frank by the scruff of the neck, and his arm pulled back about to punch him in the face. It was the pent up frustration coupled with the fact that “Fluffy” and co had ruined what was a beautiful moment between himself and Elissa. He was just about to knock Frank’s lights out, when Isolde let out a huge order that the boys knock it off. It was enough to have Tommy stop in his tracks, and then push Frank back, before straightening his own collar.
“We aren’t done.” Tommy threatened. Making the “I have my eyes on you” gesture with two fingers, from his eyes then to Frank’s and back to his own. Frank tried to catch his breath, after already experienced teleporting for the very first time, and then catching Tommy and Elissa in a rather hot embrace. Tommy turned on his heel and marched out of the kitchen and then past Isa, who was issuing commands like she was in charge of a crime scene. She ordered that they all enter the dining area and take a seat for a discussion. Frank waited a good minute in the kitchen before emerging. It was bad enough that Tommy wanted to deck him, and then the fact they had a gigantic cat girl fluffy alien in there too, had to be explained. He might not be able to answer all their questions, at once.
Tommy took a seat near Elissa, reaching under the table to place his hand on her thigh, while she was busy scribbling down a heap of questions. Elissa looked pissed, and who could blame her. Tommy certainly couldn’t.
Frank….finally got the balls to come out of the kitchen when everyone was seated. All seemed to be looking at him, though Fluffy was looking on at each of them. She must have had a lot of questions about why the fight broke out and if this was normal Human behaviour.
“I know you are probably wondering what happened to me….”
Tommy just growled.
“Right..well, I admit when I left here the other night, I was pretty down. I….uhm…well, I was going to go and end it all.”
Tommy’s lips thinned as he crossed his arms and waited to hear more.
“I…kinda bumped into Isa…who helped me realize that I was making a mistake. She spent the night at my place, and…no before you ask, the reason she is wearing Missy’s clothes is cause she didn’t go home after that. We were going to come see you when we bumped into Princess Xillia.” At this point he gestured to the alien fluffy girl, and smiled weakly. “I’m really sorry for not calling sooner….and…really sorry we interrupted your sexy time.”
Frank looked at Isa hopefully, like if she wanted to interject, but he quickly sat down, as he thought he pretty much answered everything, but he did bounce out of his seat to add.
“We teleported into the room. Pretty cool, huh?”
Chor: Isolde at first let Frank answer the questions about his whereabouts in the last twelve hours. A thankful demeanor aired through her at the mention of the hoodie that very clearly read ‘Malone’ on the back in the brightest white one could afford. She had to give Missy one thing, she kept her laundry immaculate. Not a single grass stain or discoloration from washing with other colours. Something struck her at the end of his little spiel, though. There was not one mention about how she’d been the one who called him. As he settled, she blinked and cleared her throat, making sure that the attention was now directed toward her.
“Just for clarification; I called Frank to my aid last night so if you have any ill thoughts you may direct them at me. It was my own fault that Frank left,” Isa spoke, licking her lips and nodding to signal the end of her input. Frank went on about the teleporting again and she looked at him. He was certainly something, something that turned her solemn frown into a light grin with his quirky antics and high energy level.
“He is correct; we were brought here by means of teleportation via our new acquaintance, Princess Xillia over yonder,” Isa reinforced, gesturing to their fluffy, alien ride-along.
Temp: Xillia bobbed her head back and forth curiously between the four humans as they all interacted. One of them didn’t speak, but instead wrote down her words. How interesting. The other three were speaking like she expected between each other, though one of the males seemed to be rather aggressive. She tried to chime in on a few points, which were mostly her trying to stop any sort of violence going on around her, but the humans were speaking relatively quickly. Eventually she found that it was her turn to speak as Isolde gestured towards her. She happily raised a hand and waved at the two humans whom she didn’t know, and offered a great big ol’ smile. Even though she was a giant in comparison to the others and was clearly not humans, it was clear that she was very happy and excited to be here. “Hello, hello! I am Princess Xillia, and I’ve come to your planet out of love for your people! I do apologize if I interrupted your mating rituals.” With her apology she offered a few quick bows of apology, then looked back and forth between the four humans curiously once more. Perhaps they would continue their mating ritual with the other two humans? Do humans do it in fours? Ohhh she was so curious!
VunG: Elissa was all too happy to have Tommy by her side, her own hand resting on his, oh so grateful for his support. Right now, as much as she acted like a ferocious tiger, she felt pretty well naked and vulnerable with her arm like it is… and honestly she didn’t know what the hell was going on. Yeah, she was a bit scared, she wasn’t too proud to admit that to herself, but she refused to show it off.
Of course, when Frank started up, she simply stared at him, her face completely unflinching as he explained that he had fully intended to end it all. One word came into her head in response, and she damn near wrote it down in response but kept herself at bay. That word, was ‘coward.’ She didn’t know why it came up, or what made her feel that way, but in that moment she thought that the very concept of even considering such a short-sighted action was the peak of cowardice. Unlike her after her… series of events, Frank at the very least had Tommy and Rory’s memory to fight for–to abandon those would be the ultimate disservice. However… she let it go… he had it rough already, and she could handle that when the bigger questions were tackled.
Isolde’s claim that it was her fault went more or less unheard; Frank could have simply told her, ‘Hey, ‘Lissa, I’m going to help someone from the force, take care,’ and she would have given him a salute and gone straight to bed. Though, she did kind of shrug off the fact that Isolde was wearing Frank’s wife’s clothes… she hadn’t noticed it until he pointed it out, and after that she very frankly didn’t think it her business if the two were fucking. Wasn’t her business, and would make her a bit of a hypocrite.
That saaaiiiiid… the repeated apologies for interrupting their ‘sexy times’ wore really thin on her really fast. They were apologizing, so she couldn’t be rightly angry about that, but it was a bit annoying that they thought that she was angry that she and Tommy weren’t screwing again… granted having their intimacy spoiled didn’t help but regardless. No, what really bothered her was the teleportation thing. As the three of them insisted that that was so… and then the ‘alien princess’ introduced herself as some sort of lover of human studies or whatever you’d call that and apologized for interrupting their mating, she pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a long, frustrated sigh. She wanted to believe this was just some sort of elaborate hoax, because honestly she’d prefer that than some intricate sci-fi nonsense, but at this point she was having a hard time.
The following actions would seem odd to anyone not in her head, and especially to Xillia. First, she pinched herself, hard enough to leave a mark, hoping that she was dreaming. Then she would wave for Frank and Isolde to lean towards her, and would spend a moment staring carefully at their eyes before seeing that their eyes were, indeed, neither dilated nor red enough for drugs… or at least none she knew symptoms of off the top of her head. Then she took a good long look at Princess Xillia, tilting her head to and fro, trying to find the inflatable tube or the sign of animatronics or even a locksmith’s kit for the purpose of getting in without her or Tommy noticing. But… eventually she realized that, yes, this seemed to be real… or a very well-done dream. And throughout all of this, she kept a tight grip on Tommy’s hand, almost clinging to him for support.
Sighing and pinching her bridge again, she looked almost pleadingly to Tommy and then wrote with carefully-‘spoken’ sluggishness, ~So you’re meaning to tell me that you two just happened to stumble onto an alien princess anthropologist. Let me write that down again, an alien princess anthropologist.~ Sighing again, she would rip out that page, pass it to someone, then write down a fresh introduction, pausing to take a deep breath before looking to Xillia with a more relaxed, if tired expression. ~I’m sorry I’ve been such a… bitchy guest. Frank had me scared even before you lot popped in. I’m Elissa, Your Grace. So… welcome to our planet I suppose.~
She just welcomed an royal alien xenoanthropologist with the equivalent of a post-it note. Sounded like part of a bad joke.