Jini

double bass!

Tue, 22 Feb 2005 03:23:03 GMT

I've been meaning to post this for a couple of weeks, but other things got in the way!

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Mirqur sneaks up and induces prickly buzzy bass signals in your audio pickup circuits.

Jini's eyes widen and she squeals in surprised pleasure! She's not used to bass rumbles like that!

Mirqur doesn't bother materializing, he just feeds more deep, yummy throbbing into you. It's sort of like... purring, slowed waaaay down. It's probably not that hard to figure out who it is, in any case.

Jini moans a little, and the bass has her: she begins to dance. Shimmy and sway, step and slide, thrust those hips and start again. Dirty bass and a shameless dance.

The signals take on a slow, solid rhythm as she dances, increasing in amplitude until it rattles her speakers. It flows through all Jini's pickups, from top to bottom and back again, making even the strings of her guitar ring in sympathy.

The sound that pours out of the rabbit is deep and dark and chocolate. Eldritch, even. Rhythmic and compelling and slippery-wet, she dances like a puppet on its strings. Quite helpless in the grip of this groove, Jini gasps and sways, every centimeter of her body vibrating.

The groove becomes more syncopated - laughing, almost. The waves fall in and out of sync with each other, creating swirling rhythms of their own, shaping the twists and turns of Jini's body, filling the Doll with those deep vibrations, subtly guiding her steps... keeping you on your toes even as the pleasure swells within her.

Jini dances, twisting and rubbery and fluid. Each deep rhythm and low note shapes her motions, completely. Soon she is absolutely under the music's control, and deleriously happy to be so, if the grin on her face is any indication. Certain little trills ripple through her pleasure centers, lifting her up into little hops and leaps. And the groove just won't stop for her.

Mirqur guides Jini on tiptoe, pirouetting and skipping through the lanes of Downwarp, turning in dizzy circles, faster and wilder and more breathless. The bass throbs in her tummy, inescapable and unrelenting.

Jini narrowly dodges certain death from the odd passing car as she dances through the streets, but what does she care? The rabbit lives in the moment, and right now the moment is music and dance and more than a little delicious pleasure. Sensuous, abandoned, beautiful, dancing, the bunnydoll leaps over steaming chasms of vents and barely notices the admiring stares.

On goes the music, ever shifting, leading her right down the middle of the street and into the midst of a busy market crowd. Laughter follows, and the occasional grumble or catcall, and soon there's a circle of onlookers, grinning, nudging one another, dancing to the music that pours from the glossy, writhing bunny-doll before them. Two panthers of indeterminate sex join in a slinky, half-rutting dance in front of Jini, then circle around to pull her into a hip-grinding trio for a minute.

Jini barely notices, lost in the groove as she is. The music comes from somewhere in her ass, she's not quite sure where, and it fills her completely with no room left for thought or feeling. She is lost. She is a party wherever she goes. And her trail slithers through Down, all around, robots chittering moments of insect groove to the relentless slippery dubbed bass, drawing a cluster of chanting shamans in for a laughing improvisation, stopping for a moment to rub shamelessly and invitingly on a little Neke girl who's fled the discipline of the hive for the first time... She climaxes when an awe-struck tank girl tells her how lovely she is.

Four mouse-boys jam a third-floor window, watching, giggling and blowing kisses, but they fall silent as they watch Jini come, along with almost everyone else. More laughter, and the lopsided grin of the tank girl. "Daaamn. You all right, babe?" she breathes, putting out an arm as if to catch Jini. The music pours through the Doll, pours her into her startled embrace (and soon her wild, searching kiss), pulls her back and drives her on, a lengthening tail of revelers following in your wake.

Jini drags the tank girl after her by a tread, and soon loses her in the spiral of dancers that twists and changes about her. Sirens wander through the air and she leaps and dances and bops. Even if she was aware she couldn't tell you how many people her hips have bumped against, how many people she's kissed with pulsing bass-fired lips. The vapor-lit smoky sky is bright behind her silhouette as she capers across a suspension bridge, dancers centipeding behind her and swirling on the span below. A blue rubber piper, dancing madly and leading her flock to who-cares-where?

Mirqur's signal begins to fade out to a simple, orgasmic pulse as Jini crosses the bridge. It's harder and harder to take another step, her knees buckling under her, but they simply carry her along, and all the drummers and other musicians who joined in play on without missing a beat. The entire bridge is a party, the roadbed vibrating with the crowd's footfalls, and Jini rides through it on a tide of hands and kisses and squeezes and noise and laughter.

Jini sinks into the bliss, her eyes half-closed. She hangs in some non-space of the mind, her body a hot lace of echos and memories. The doll whimpers soft pleasure as the party goes on around her. Someone pillows her head; someone loans a coat to be her blanket. Her dreams are full of pleasure and moisture, and most of all, funk.

* * * * *

And another, along a similar low-frequency theme!

Slouching around as an audience gathers for an impromptu solo performance...

Jini is slouched on a friendly chaise in Charm, eyes closed as she plucks and snaps out some funky bass. Although the sounds are transformed into something more like explosions, sharp cracks of small ones and subterranian atom tests. baby got bomb.

Jeremy is wary around Charm, but figured it was worth checking out. Sometimes boredom can be a powerful motive.
Jeremy sits on one of the local puffball chair. -ppppffff- 6.6

Jini doesn't open her eyes, just keeps playing. One big foot taps in time to the rumbling, exploding beat.

Jeremy watches Jini play an Om like tune. c.c
Silvi walks in opening her eyes from the transit mirror. "Oh! Hello!" she says, waving to those present.

Jini continues playing. Explosions resonate from her ears, bouncing and dancing in a mutant bass solo. Her eyes are closed and she's just laid back on a friendly chaise, grooving. She doesn't seem to be going anywhere in particular. Just atomic.

Jeremy looks at Silvi. "Hello." He seems to be zenning to Jini's minimalist groove.
Jeremy tries to move over in his chair to make room, but it's sort of form fitting like a beanbag. It doesn't really make room for two unless someone forces it to.
Silvi smiles at Jini's playing, nodding in time and clapping her approval. She notices Jeremy, and skips over towards him, talking to him quietly (in part not to disrupt the player, and in part because she's normally quiet). "Don't worry about it! I'm just wandering around, looking at things."

Jeremy is quiet as well, though the notes suffocate some of his words, "It's a quiet night. Sit for a spell. Things are peaceful at the moment."
Jeremy leans over to Silvi, "She's been playing that one note since I got here. I think she's tuning. Or maybe it's highly minimalistic, like in Noh-Kyogen Theater..."

Jini seems to decide the explosion groove, though fascinating, needs something: sirens drone high, for a measure, piercing through the thunder, then vanish. She shakes her head a little, and her fingers start moving quicker, plucking out assorted clusters of triangle-wave chirps that bleep in the silent spaces between the explosions. Which start fragmenting: stuttering on and off mid-boom, dropping out entirely for a measure or a half of one, as warm, full almost-voices drone.

Jini opens an eye and smiles. "It's just... masturbation," she sighs, in a tone of voice that suggests she means this literally. She keeps playing bombs.

Jeremy says, "Oh..." His ear blushes. He puts the soles of his feet together and rubs the back of his head with a hand in a boyish sort of embarrassment.
Silvi giggles, mostly at Jeremy's reaction, though she turns to smile at Jini, utterly fascinated with the notion of musical masturbation, apparently. She takes to the ground, kneeling at it, and just deciding to go along with it, experiencing the moment as well.

Jini's guitar does seem to be plugged into her in the most shameless and suggestive of her various input sockets.
Jeremy notices this, and sort of covers his muzzle, grinning and turning even more shades of pink in the places where the fur is thin.
Silvi simply smiles, and listens, and watches, and attempts to enjoy the performance. And glances at the fox next to her from time to time, giggling shamelessly at his obvious discomfiture.

Jeremy does not, however, politely excuse himself and leave like a Victorian should in a public place.

Jini lets everything drop out except the explosions again, the beat shattering. Slow metronomic meditative reverb. Deep deep underground where the light never goes. Subsonic and into the bones, like a planet's heartbeat. And then... a sudden ripple of cyclic, looping squeals, played once caught repeated repeated repeated. Something's going to happen, the music says. Something bad. Especially when she steps up the pace, the bass-bombs faster and looser, with sirens skirling around and around and around. She grins. This time the sirens are right.

Jeremy overturns the puffball chair and peeks out, only the glittering on his fearful eyes visible. He's never sure where threats may come from.
Silvi watches the response to her left with a mounting sense of confusion, both in part by the fox's extraordinary behavior, and also in part by the growing feeling of something off with the music. Not that what she hears can be called bad- she'd say that there's a strong organic element to it all, but the notion of music as a threat is fleeting at best. And so she sits there, for lack of something better do to.

Jini looks perfectly at peace, though her hands are summoning a vision of dance-apocalypse. She opens her eyes and smiles as the bombs drop out, and key-twists the cyclic squeals around a corner, suddenly happy and major and going down, down, down, down down, into the fading sirens.

Jeremy peeks his head out, ears flopping forwards. Mrp. o.o

Jini hmms. "Nobody danced. Oh well!"
Silvi giggles, and suddenly applauds, smiling for all she's worth at the end. "Well done! Excellent! Bravissima!" she calls to Jini, as though she's just watched the most majorly insightful performance of her life. Though she doesn't stand up.
Jeremy says, "I haven't danced since I left home..."
Jini urges, "You should do it more! It's fun!"

Jeremy hasn't much to say to that. "...maybe someday."
Silvi holds up a hand. "Do forgive me, I didn't realize that we were supposed to dance," she says with a smile. "I took a look at your audience," she says, glancing over at Jeremy, "...for what it's worth...", before returning her gaze to the person she's speaking to. "And didn't seem to think that dancing was the order of the day, to speak."
Jini laughs. "You can always dance to my music!"

Jini taps her lips, thinking. "Maybe the explosions were too much. I just wanted BIG bass. Big, big, big. Funk."
Jeremy puffs up the chair, having finished sitting. "Play something else, and I'll be glad to waltz with the lady."

The requests went horribly awry: Silvi said she's not much of a waltzer, more into folk rock, and I tried to... combine the two. It... failed. You don't want to see it. But I did my best!

Pulling the strings!

Wed, 10 Nov 2004 06:29:56 GMT

Meta silliness!

In Puzzle Park. Onya had requested that I play for her. Which I was quite happy to do! Until...

Jini's playing stops, suddenly, and she falls down on one side. There is no speaker hum now.

Onya's eyes flash open, and she stands to all four legs, bringing herself to hover over Jini, sniffing over the girl. And prodding her with her snout.
[ Onya licked you! ]

Sasamui
Black hair pinned and rolled neatly, wearing a deep blue silk kimono, every detail of her form is crisp and perfect. Bright alert brown eyes and lips red as blood contrast her porcelian white skin and rouged cheeks. She stands only a meter tall, but perhaps 'stand' is not the right word, for she is a bunraku doll, and her Ashi-Zukai; a boy of perhaps 14 dressed entirely in black is bowed beneath her, his fists moving her kimono as she moves, his footsteps stomping the ground for her. To her left stands her Hidari-Zukai, in his 40s and also dressed in black, he controls her left hand, moving in perfect synch with the aged and stooped Omo-Zukai, whose elderly hand is clutched tight against her back, working the complex mechanisms that give her face life. With his other hand, he works her right hand with the fluidity and grace of a lifetime of study. Always sitting near them is the Joruri, sitting on his knees, back held perfectly straight as he narrates the tale of Sasamui's life. Finally, completing the complement is the Shamisen... Perhaps older than the Omo-Zukai himself, she sits hunched over her instrument, her long boney fingers evoking the mood of the moment from the strings.

Sasamui's shimasen, who had been entranced by the music, opens her eyes and peers at the fallen doll. "Are you alright?", she inquires.
The joruri shoots her a stern glance.
Then he reads loudly, "THE GIRL looked up, alarmed, then rushed to the fallen creature exclaiming, 'Are you alright?'"

Jini twitches a little. Her many-fingered hands spread on the ground and she levers herself up. "What - oh, I almost used riffs I shouldn't have and I locked all up!" She giggles. "I'm okay!" She kisses Onya delicately, and waves happily at the crowd of puppeteers around the puppet.

The zukai move in unison, carrying Sasamui to Jini's side. The omo-zukai outstretches her hand to touch Jini's shoulder.

Onya cants her head to the side. "Shouldn't have? Might I inquire as to why?"

The shimasen exhales and relaxes. With the soft chatter of mechanical workings, the omo shifts Sasamui's face to a relieved expression.

Jini reaches up to touch Sasamui's painted cheek, smiling happily. Her ears flip as she turns to look at Onya. "Oh, because they were really dangerous! Sometimes I pull out the riffs I learnt in Darkwave in completely the wrong context!
You say, "I almost burned the air up. But it's okay! I'm safe!"

Onya blinks, and chuckles, a sly grin. "Interesting. This explains much," she murmurs, and stalks around Jini, her long, long tail running along the rockerdoll's back. "It's good to know that there are built-in safeguards, then."

Shimasen sighs to herself and strums a slow, sullen melody.
Sasamui's voice, at odds with the music of the shimasen is expressed by the joruri in a soft falsetto, "I am glad you are alright. The music was very pretty!"

Jini looks at the Shimasen a moment. There's some strange dynamic going on in that cluster that needs caring repair... She just watches for now. And sighs happily, pleasure-tuned body caressed. "Well, of course! They had to do something when they converted me into a Doll. Something about the politics of having a weapon as one of them!"

Jini nods at the puppet. "Thank you! It's what I'm made for."
Onya's teeth flash, she seems utterly entranced by this notion. "Indeed. Beautiful," she purrs, and nose-bumps the rabbit.

The omo tilts Sasamui's head slightly and elevates her eyebrows slightly, "You.. Became a doll? How dreadful."

The Discount Bin Ninja has arrived.

Jini giggles, reaching up to kiss the dragon, her fingers twiddling the dark scaled cheek. "Of course! It was a nice change form my earlier life." She giggles again, casually strumming a feedback chord from her guitar.
Onya eyes the Ninja. "You again."

The Discount Bin Ninja twirls something metallic and red in her fingers. She looks innocent, though the expression is difficult to make out from her mask. "Who again?"
Onya coils her tail loosely around Jini, careful not to interrupt any playing, and sets her on her back, between her wings.

The Omo-zukai quickly recoils Sasamui, shifting her face to a hint of alarm. "'Assassin!', the girl whispered to those close enough to her to hear."
The Discount Bin Ninja raises her arms, still twirling the red thing in her fingers. "Spy! There's a difference!"

Jini settles into the embrace of Onya's tail happily, lazy loops of ghost-noise with simple, echoing bleeps drifting from her ears as her fingers laze across the fretboard and pickups.

The zukai move together, giving Sasamui a defensive stance and at the same time leaning her towards Jini. "But to be a thing that is owned and controlled. I... Could not live that way."

Onya chuckles, stalking over towards the Ninja with a Doll on her back (who is, for the record, the third person to have the luxury of dragonback-ride from Onya), and snorts heavily. "So what brings you up here? I can assure you that any reality-destruction that might have occured was certainly stopped by well-timed and placed safeguards."

Sasamui's head is turned to squarely face the ninja. The joruri, turning the page frantically, speaks for her in a quick falsetto: "If you have come for me, it is too late. I have come to like this place and the freedoms I have found. I will not return to my father. "

Jini laughs. "Why not? Everyone loves Bubble Dolls! We're cute and cuddly and harmless and always ready to help someone."
Onya twists her head around to Jini, a wicked grin on her features. "Aye, and utterly predictable. For instance- if I asked if I could hunt you down and eat you, you would likely say yes, and even likely put on a good show of being afraid and terrified if so I asked you to. Correct?"

The Discount Bin Ninja grins. This is reflected in her posture, exaggerated like a puppet or a cartoon, or perhaps just a ham actor in a mask. "Easy, easy. I'm here to relax. I'm not after anybody. I am in service of the Red King, and herald his coming."
The Discount Bin Ninja now gestures to Onya. She is still playing with that damned throwing-heart. "And really. Is it illegal to take a five-minute break? Jeez."

The omo-zukai relaxes Sasamui's pose just a little, and bows her head. The joruri reads for her, "Forgive me. Funny that after all this time in this world I still seem to always jump to the wrong conclusion."
The Discount Bin Ninja bows to Sasamui, shuriken-heart drawing to a standstill. "No, not at all. My clan has been in service to the Red King since its creation long enough ago that I can't remember when it was. We are not often known, even less-frequently known by name. I am Oyuki, also known as the Discount Bin Ninja."

Jini looks down at the ninja. A haze of pink swirls in the air, sparkles shining in time with her background music. "Is the Red King back so soon? Rocking!"
The Discount Bin Ninja stares up at Jini, blinking. "He's been sleepin' for a while now. Waking up soon. We thinkin' the same Red King?"

Jini nods happily. "Oh, of course! I'd be delighted to wet myself in terror for you, miss Onya! I'd have to have a bladder installed, of course. But I'd scream and flee the best I could!"
Onya snorts, and chuckles. "Thank you, but no. I have more filling things to hunt these days." She pauses, considering things for a moment, and then settles onto her stomach, her head still twisted back. "Tell me something. What is the probability that, one day, everyone will be something akin to Dolls?"

The joruri glances at the shimasen, who appears to be daydreaming; having totally missed the dramatic cue.

"I saw the King play live once," Jini says, stars in her eyes. "He's so dreamy. He set his guitar on fire and it ran up and down the strings, and his flesh melted off and he kept playing with the armature beneath..."
The omo swivels Sasamui's head around almost unnaturally to stare at Jini, her mouth left agape.

Jini casually plays what she thinks the shimasen might have underscored the puppet's stare of horror with. The emulation of the ancient instrument is precise.

You say, "Oh, no, miss Onya. We need to have someone to serve! If you put a bunch of Dolls alone in a room, we tend to just giggle a lot and go on autopilot and fuck until we need recharging!"

Onya chuckles, and laughs aloud. "You say that as though it's a bad thing, Jini," she purrs, grinning.

The hidari quickly hands up a diminuative paper fan to Sasamui, who, just as quickly, is made to demurely bow her head and blush.
The Discount Bin Ninja sets herself somewhere high. High places are comfortable! "Tell me, lady! What of yourself?"
The shimasen snaps out of her daydream, her attention suddenly sharp and focused, listening to the music much the way a hungry wolf might stare at meat.

Jini laughs. "We can't get bored but we're just HAPPIER when we're serving someone!"

Jini grins at the shimasen, and ripples off another glimmering shamisen riff. This one has nothing to do with Sasamui's motions or story.

Onya chuckles, and purrs, shifting to allow (and suggest that) the Doll slide off of her back. "Indeed, indeed. I don't think service is quite my expression. I'm too...forceful," she murmurs, and yawns widely. "I require rest."

The Discount Bin Ninja gnaws on part of her mask, watching and listening now.
The old woman picks it up, catching the chord and sending a second voice circling high and low around it.
The Discount Bin Ninja listens, tapping a finger on something, quiet, but obviously happy.

Jini bounds off of Onya's back, bouncing a few times when she lands on the ground, and curtseys exaggeratedly with a hissing spiralling decaying chord accent. "Whatever you require from us, you have but to ask, ma'am!"

The joruri, sets his jaw and his face grows a it red despite his best efforts to remain emotionless. He pointedly does not look up from his text.

Onya snorts, and chuckles. "What I have need of at the moment, only I can provide. I go to home, to see my roost and rest."
Onya nods to everyone, politely, and disappears.

Jini grins at the Shimasen and saunters into the midst of the puppeteers surrounding Sasamui, kissing the Joruri gently on the cheek as she trades increasingly merry riffs with the wizened musician.

The omo starts to move Sasamui to wave but Onya is gone too quickly.

The Discount Bin Ninja shakes her head and sighs. "People here are so distracting." Clear amusement is in her voice.

The young ashi's mouth drops agape. "They should not see us.", he startledly says to his master.
You say, "Oh! I'm sorry, sirs! Shall I forget you?"
Jini blinks innocent, wide eyes.

The Omo gives the boy a quick kick and a stern look. The hidari puts his finger to his lips shushing the boy.

The Discount Bin Ninja rubs her temples. "Oiiii. I need wine. Sake!" And it is in her hand, small cup and bottle.

The joruri, face a livid red, turns the page and announces rather tersely, "Who are you talking to?", the girl inquired.
Jini giggles, dancing to the music she plays with the shimasen. "All the people around you!" she says to the puppet.

Shimasen's fingers move nimbly on her chords, aknowledging the kiss only with a flury of joyous notes.
You say, "Your whole crowd of symbiotes and artificers. You're a most beautiful dance of cooperation, miss Sasamui!"

Sasamui (narrated) says, "I do not understand. There is only the assassin and she has said naught."

The Discount Bin Ninja drops to the ground, crouching. "Spy. I do not make my living by death. I make my living by information." She smiles, and it is obvious and warm. "Some, my dear lady, would be under the impression that you are not as real as you truly are."

The omo-zukai turns Sasamui's head left and right (but never directly towards another member of the troupe). "I see no one," the joruri frantically exclaims in a hoarsening falsetto.

Sasamui is bowed apologetically, "Forgive me, Oyuki-san."
The Discount Bin Ninja nods softly, eyes closed. "Many do not make the distinction. I take no offense."

Jini looks at the shimasen, head tilted curiously. And shrugs. "I must apologise, lady Sasamui! My visual processors must be in need of maintenance again. I often see dreams that aren't there!"

The Discount Bin Ninja edges toward Jini and whispers. "It is impolite to point out the puppet masters. The play is to be so complete that they are unseen and invisible."
Jini laughs. "We're all on strings!"

Jini gestures to a shimmering, hard-to-notice umbilical that leads from the base of her throat off into the distance. Often silent, it occasionally thrums with little quivers, just before she moves.

The Discount Bin Ninja nods. "My puppet masters are simply as stealthy as I. You can't even hear the music playing, it is so subtly worked into the sounds around us."

The joruri, suddenly taking almost a wicked smile nods to himself, draws a pen from the drawer in the podium beneath his script and quickly writes a few things in his book, then just as deftly replaces the pen.
The Discount Bin Ninja pretends to make no notice of the joruri's quick change to the script.
Sasamui (narrated) says, "If someone were hiding here, wouldn't it make them unhappy to be seen?"

Parity steps off of the lift, looking about and saying, "Greetings."

The shimasen, taken aback by such hackery misses and hits a sour note. She glares at the joruri.

The Discount Bin Ninja nods firmly. "Of course it would." She is grinning, broadly. And takes secret pleasure in the internal discord.

Jini kisses the shimasen, dartingly, on her way out of the midst of the puppeteers, and giggles. She sits beneath the Cube Tree, turning her volume down with a hand at her breast and quietly experimenting with melodies.

The joruri flips back a few pages, glances over a few paragraphs then comes back to his present page.
The joruri reads to the fourth wall, "Sasamui thought about the admission she had made to the spy. It was true. She no longer wanted to return to her home; to be a puppet, controlled by her father or the husband to be; nothing more than a plaything. But what would she make of herself in this strange place?"

The shimasen's fingers lovingly stroke her chords, finding a momentary balance between her own thoughts and those of the play, a distant, lonely sort of sound as Sasamui sat and thought.

Jini giggles mischeviously, and a microphone appears in her hand. She jacks it into her sex and whispers, the processed sound swelling from her ears, an eerily perfect imitation of the jorui, but her words. "Sasamui looked curiously at the rabbit. She wondered how the girl came to be a plaything, and to take such delight in it. Was it the same when she chose to be everyone's toy as it would be if she had been born to the role?"

The joruri looks like he just swallowed a goldfish. The omo-zukai and hidari seem similarly stunned, completely freezing for a moment.

Shimasen falls over laughing!

Parity tilts his head slightly, looking between Sasamui and Jini, watching quietly.
Jini leans against Parity, a soft, comfortable weight kept at a pleasant temperature, and plays a mysterious little coil of sound. The strings of her guitar vanish here and there.
Parity loops an arm comfortably around Jini, hmmming quietly as his fingers brush against her side.

The troupe attempts to collect itself (save for the shimasen who continues to howl like a hyena) The omo-zukai shifts triggers, opening Sasamui's eyes wide as the hidari puts a fan in her hand, which the omo then draws to cover her embarassed face.

Jini nestles against Parity, the sounds of her playing a quiet vibration in her body.

The joruri edits his volume quickly and reads the ammended text, "Miss Jini. Why do you say such an embarassing thing? I would never think such things. and... why have you made your voice like my father's? It is very distressing."
The omo shifts Sasamui's expression to a more hurt-looking guise, desperately trying to follow the joruri's cues.

Jini blinks. "I said nothing, madam Sasamui!" she laughs. "I only practice my music."
[OOC] Jini says, "Nowhere in the rules of Bubble Dolls is it said that they always tell the truth. Far from it."

The omo-zukai makes Sasamui's expression nearly as resentful as the joruri's. Said narrator speaks again for the girl, "That voice came from you. I heard it. Why would you do that?"

Jini looks at the puppet. Or at the joruri. Both. The volume on her music rises. Calming, entrancing, beautiful, honest. "I would never do a thing like that," she says. Her eyes are wide and gaze-trapping. The music thrums softly. "What did you imagine me saying?" Jini is innocent and trusting. And trustable.
Jini swirls at the center of a subtle vortex of belief.

The joruri smiles to himself and speaks for the girl. "Well. I thought... No. Nevermind. I suppose it was like when you imagined there were other people around."

Parity makes a lead sheet from nothing, a slight smile on his face as he twists its shape into that of a rose with deft motions of his fingers.
Jini giggles. She plays a final chord, a soft sealing, and blows a kiss to the puppet. Or to her handlers.
You say, "I must be catching!"

Jini sinks into the kiss for a moment, then sighs softly. "I must depart, sir Parity. My power reserves have run low. I have to return to Charm for a new load of rainbows and happy thoughts!"

A moment of RL Charm music.

Sat, 25 Sep 2004 00:17:45 GMT

Just a link!

(click on the piano! go ahead! It's pink and happy and it loves you too and it's oh so delighted to be played!)

Many many many thanks to Her Most Serene Majesty Theeka for the link! I must investigate these delightful noises more and, perhaps, improvise a few fantasias for performance soon!

A memory returns!

Thu, 29 Jul 2004 09:37:32 GMT

Hey, look! Slashdot has a poll about us Dolls! Well, not exactly. But you can guess what _my_ vote was! I was tempted to write something in the comments about us Dolls, but I don't think /. is a place to talk about Puzzlebox - imagine the horde of twittering Lord of the Star Rings fans that'd

Also, things with Miss Ataxia seem to have cleared up. Miss Lupe had some similar questions to her the night before about what it is to be a Doll, and a fun surprise - though we both just drifted off near the end! Low power situations.

Also, I remembered what happened after Miss D left me Heta and Theeka the other day!

"D" leaves via the airlock marked "Lobby".
Theeka has already got her mask pried off and is giving Jini a wicked look.
Theeka rocket-pounces Jini. "We love you so much, bunnydoll."
Theeka lifts her dress and reveals her ports, seeing no further need for royal propriety. "Shall we return to Our quarters and compare notes?"
Jini, coiled in cables and half-linked still, falls and bounces and tangles and squeals with joy. "We thought we had strayed from the Tao too much in this! We're delighted to know we did not!"
Theeka grins, looks up at her taller pet-mistress, and finds something looped to tug Jini by while she tickles under her shiny blue chin. "You did excellently, Miss Bunny. You played your role as your heart told you to. How could you have possibly done otherwise. And what real consequences had you failed? Nothing that we couldn't have undone."
Jini's mouth interfaces firmly with Theeka's most intimate ports, sticky saliva and sense-data flowing eagerly both ways. "With joy and delight, Miss Mousie!"

Theeka does an elaborately fingerdance of jack-to-port, dial-to-number. "You will address your queen as Mistress, Miss Bunny. Or vice versa. We reset our counter in all the confusion and have forgotten whose turn it is! *giggle* "
Jini's fingers squeak and slide over naked pink latex. "I will address you as <3 and you will do the same, Mistress Windup-key mouse!" She sinks into happiness, the chaos of the past days wholly switched out of her mind - she doesn't need to care about it any more, just about doing to Theeka what she does to herself every time she plays guitar.

Theeka simply absorbs her entire outfit, making a rare appearance in naked pink rubbermouse glory. There are still signs of the missing mass here and there. She's fully six inches taller now, tall enough to kiss your neck without stretching, and she's got a lovely white marbled pattern. As for what happened to all the gold, she leaves that for your paws to discover for themselves, though she lends a little help: when she straddles you, she arches forward and bounces her breastbulbs over your chest! "Yes, <3 Jini! That sounds like a lovely idea, now that We think of it!"

* * * * *

Later, late at night, with extension cords providing wall-power to the Dolls who've long since exhausted their own power reserves, Jini hands her guitar to Theeka, and whispers one word: "Play," as a rush of skill and experience and reflex is loaned to her Queen. Haze and feedback descends with a vengeance.

Theeka squeaks, "A command performance for you, <3 Jini!" The lack of custom digitry, not to mention the lack of driven ego, makes her playing a little too mannerly, but she manages to keep up a perfectly pretty guitar drone for a few scansions, rather like American Analog Set played by a musicbox. The musical power to charm, of course, comes naturally to her and only when her tail starts brushing between your legs do you notice for just how long she's been playing...

Theeka sidles up to you slowly, by half-steps, while she has you stuck in place musicbound. As her tail wraps more intimately around your legs and the little bubbled tip starts to inflate against your burnished blue bunnyhood, she looks roughly eye-to-eye with you, electromagnetically seducing her way into your deepest mind. Though you perceive it only as a sort of microorgasmic pop, she whispers a few characters of code at you, changing one of your settings. From this point forward it is difficult not to think of yourself as Duchess Jini, Court Musician... a rank which you will surely treat with all due humility. :)

Jini gasps, recoded reranked reconfigured, lower in the hierarchy now (for the Queen Doll is the proudly-lowest of all). Rewards flutter pleasure and endless skies through her mind, soul-code open and eager, staring unblinking into the pale beauty of Your face. Backflow feedback reprocessed seduction coersion has You worshipping Yourself and Her looking graciously at Her honored <3, surprise and not-surprise turning in an infinitely-folded manifold of joy!

Jini's fingers move upon you, playing something on the strings of body she worked out long ago in the back of bliss-caught mind of junior Doll, a challenge met with care: were it her fingers on the myriad strings of her guitar, the coda to a long jam, it would be the coda to all of alternity, the Cathedral's triumph. But it just makes you squirm, and lavish soft kisses through her hair, and forget what it was you were thinking.

[OOC] Theeka says, "What's got into you, girl! Slow down! This model mousedoll can only process so much affection at once, or she'll burst! ;)"
[OOC] Jini says, "I know, I know. Weird fragments!" Mostly I'd been a little out of it as she wrote two poses, and I had a little burst of inspiration as I tried to keep up.

Theeka arranges you just where she wants you, totally yielding and open to her will. And then, of course, she gets to work on putting herself just where you want her, totally yielding and open to your will. :) She finds a rhythm in the hum of cables and wires, and modulates herself and her melody to it. Somewhere in its oscillating, thrumming folds, a little bit of her becomes you, her most becoming owner and servant. In an eruption, data knowledge cunning wisdom love power ancience flow into you -- and little glimpses of secrets she knows you'll never remember, much less betray, unless she bids you to. The melding of mere rubber is not entirely eclipsed by this cosmic transmission, but it is assimilated wholly into it. Each touch and tug and twinkle (oops, found that ring again! *zap* *daze* *forget* ) echoes above and below on a hypercubic mandala of realities, six by six by six by six by six. Loss of ego plus infinite love has only one inevitable consequence, and Theeka trusts her ward to handle her moment in the goddess box responsibly, even if the tailbubble squeaking inside her pussy is getting her a little restless, back on Reality Channel Alpha...

Theeka has long since set aside Death Blossom and started playing you directly... but that's only on one channel, isn't it. On the ones where the _real_ fun is happening, those two particular fragments of soul were never separated to begin with. If your guitar has a memory, it's gonna have some weird ones in the morning. :)

Jini climaxes. As if that needs noting. Even one like this, a layering of one on top of another on top of another on top of secrets on intimacies on climaxes on swirling little nursery rhythms on another climax on perfect submission on climax climax... Maybe this is one worth noting. One that back-flows through you and through open channels and through every 'Doll like an ocean waving to itself each individual piece remaining almost in place but surging washing crashing...
Jini returns from a timeless Sound with eight Secrets, forgotten and learned and forgotten again. By the way, one hand is in you up to the wrist, playing with supple mad grace, and her mouth parts, gleaming with a faint golden rubber seal across it.

Theeka is your own little Charm Blossom, Color Blossom, Life Blossom, and Love Blossom for so long as you honor her with your touch, stamping musical notes of purple-mica-gold upon the swirling, rending, and mending fabric of the universe. On a more immediate level, her mouthseal grinds against yours with a luscious, lustrous shrronnnnnk; motivated by the purest craftsmousey affection for her work, she stops to make sure this silly little version of herself bounces her silly little tongue against your silly little lips like a trampoline, inflaming the passion of even this, the least of JiniTheekas to come, while her thighs close, seal, and ripple against your soft fist. Nothing is considered, nothing planned, nothing sent, nothing received, just endless nirvanic orgasm in the unexplored depths of dollspace, where the nothing that ever happens is the best there can be...

Jini is nothing. Only a song playing on the world. Only the spaces between the notes, the fret-noise, the feedback. Some construct of blue rubber and lated and wires and nanocircuitry and maybe a little flesh (she can't remember /that/ anyway, even her earliest memories reqritten with what she ever-was now) is looking into some other forgetful pink latex girl's eyes, some shard of an ego laughs with delight and rolls on her back to pull you atop. Nothing loves you very much, and nothing is in love.

Somewhere, somebody sighs. Somewhere, somebody else picks up a guitar and plays a little nursery tune with skill they never had, shocked by fingers ripping baroque ornamentations of it from the air. In Bottom, the endless party pauses for a moment, each throat a note in a massive chord of climax, all at once.

Theeka floats up out of her trance in exactly the time predestined for her: start, when her fingers first caress borrowed guitar string with borrowed mastery; pause, when rubber thighs giggle against each other; end, never. You are still well and truly under, detachedly conscious of how this particular Jini sways as her arm is rocked from side to side, benignly watching over her and a trillion others, your song-eyes bleary with harmony. Somewhere, one stray finger is still hooked into a golden nipple ring, whose glints currently occupy four-fifths of a bunnydoll's processor cycles while the other fifth has more important things to do. Somewhere, nobody really notices that one Theeka has moved, bent between one Jini's thighs, sealing her own tailbubble into her pussy with an extra-shiny patch of clear liquid latex. Somewhere close by, in world where Dolls can afford to be bolder, another Theeka pitches forward and licks her Jini on the nose. "Wake up, pet." A ripple effect wakens millions of bunnies to a squirmy-happy-flexy pulse beneath their legs, those who have them, and a gentle whoosh of pneumatics, wherever there is air. All that has been glimpsed is banished, in favor of a good friendly fucking in the here and now.

Jini swims up from Nothing-Nowhere-Everything-Everywhere (and Three Secrets are Lost, chords fading into mist), into a loud squeal of sensation, a ringing in the ears of the mind lingering. And a little blue rubber cunny happily sealed full of pet, and a little silver tiara of a choker around her neck with a filigreed tag reading "Duchess Jini". All of this is remembered. Maybe Nobody remembers something else. Jini just licks the nipple not full of the ring she tugs on with what some might call possessiiveness. And nothing moves her to say, "I'm going to write a song."

...and with perfect timing...

Lexia wanders in, looking around, and giggling softly.
Julian has arrived.
Julian inclines into a friendly bow, and gives a wave as he comes in. "Greetings, sentients. Majesty."
Lexia giggles a little, and says, "Hello."

Theeka sits arched over Jini, four slender rodent-doll legs entangled with each other. Jini looks a little out of it, barely coherent enough to notice that Theeka's tailbubble is effectively taped between her legs and rather stiffly inflated. She kisses Jini on the nose and helps jostle her back to a lower state of awareness. :) "Mistress Pet, we are holding an impromptu court, it would seem. Please forgive Us if We do not rise to curtsy just this once, but We are most pleased to see you all!"
Theeka's tailbubble meanwhile yields a muffled ffssht-ffssht-squeak as she pumps it up tight enough to wail against Jini's rubber sleeve. O:)
Jini blinks eyes that snap into a focus. She looks around, processing what she sees. Jini cares not that one slim blue arm is crammed into Theeka's sex and that the whole place is still ringing with the echos of shattered screams; she simply wriggles a little to make her body a more pleasing sight. "Hello, beautiful people," she laughs.

Theeka says, "So what's this about a new composition, Lady Jini?"
You say, "<3 Theeka, it will be an elaboration of themes I heard in your cries of pleasure. There's a harmony and a chord progression hiding there, and it's going to *rock*!"

Then a slight bit of Holding Court, but mostly notational - Theeka and I were, unsurprisingly, out of RP energy at this point! OOC conversation about This, That, and the Other Thing and just basking in the afterglow of a good bit of RP and some good hypercosmic sex.

Meanwhile...

Tue, 27 Jul 2004 22:09:01 GMT

Scene: the Mind Electric, a brainsurfer bar built into an old, abandoned cargo container, walls a perpetual sonovisual scream of found video and thumpy techno-industrial. I'd wandered in even happier and gigglier than usual 'cause of something I just couldn't remember (something about "memories transmitted to Jupiter"?), Mirq and I were flirting, Mister System was having a serious chat with Miss D about something left over from a fireworks display she put on, Indi was getting giggly, someone called Flenser was talking to a few people...

Then the terrorists attacked!

Gumdrop giggles and thumbs a thick yellow button on her brightly-colored walkie-talkie. The antenna bobbles for a bit as she mutters something into it. Something about Operation SummerDay. Then she snaps it off again and stuffs it back into her backpack.

A strange regular beeping can be heard coming from outside the hatchway, though with all the bleepy-boopy music it's kind of hard to tell.

Zedda swivells zir ears a bit, but still seems to be leisurely taking in the sights.
Flenser finishes her drink and leaves the glass on the table, empty of its substance. She walks back to the fabricator and orders a second one, ringing pleasantly.
Squeak nods his head several times to System and sniffs at what the probe has in (his) hand.
Jini waits for Mirqur to be done preening, then licks her hand, and ever so calmly runs it through his hair. The wrong way. She giggles more.

What appears to be an oversized toy truck, the size of a trash-hauler but in bright red and yellow and black monochrome segments, is backing up to the hatchway. It stops beeping, then suddenly upends its back end, dumping a huge load of sand into the middle of the Mind Electric. Almost immediately, while this is happening, the cab of the truck bursts open and a squad of faeries dressed in bright red, pink and white pour out, zapping the sand with an array of glittery gold beams. Within moments, water seems to be seeping up out of the ground through the scuffed plastic, and is apparently in defiance of logic and physics washing against the sand in waves, flattening it into... a beach.

Gumdrop drops Beach.

This is... a beach. A whole beach. Sand, sun, surf. Waves seem to roll in and and out, seemingly from nowhere, to splash against the sand. Seagulls can distantly be heard cawing as the circle a pier visible in the distance, docked at which is a dinghy. Away from the water's edge is an ice cream stand selling tasty frozen treats as an antidote to the hot sun. Near the water are an array of plastic digging tools, buckets and shovels, for making sand castles. There's also a locker filled with brightly colored modesty suits so people can go swimming!

A few more quick waves of their wands create acoutrements suitable for the new summer atmosphere, then the fey pile back into the cab of the truck and peel out, leaving the scents of bubblegum and diesel fuel in their wake.

Zedda blinks. "I wonder how 'D' is going to react to this...."
Gumdrop whips out a spraycan, scribbles something on the wall, then darts.
Gumdrop wanders out the hatch.

Flenser turns, picking her drink out of the fabricator and promptly dropping it.

Someone has spray-painted the words "WE DO NICE THINGS" in gold sparkly paint here.

Zedda turns to System. "Has this happened here before?"
System shakes (his) head, blinking. "No..."
Zedda smiles, and motions. "Well, I'm impressed, it's a thorough job. Quite the show... that took, what, about eight seconds or so?"

Mirqur opens his mouth to hiss at Jini... then tailfrizzes at the sudden invasion and clings to the bunnydoll instead.
Jini laughs, and starts making sand castles.

Squeak drools a bit of liquid rubber out of his mouth around the device as he chews and chews.
System smiles and reaches out to scritch the purple cat behind the ears. "Kitten..."

Zedda looks to System, "Excuse me a moment...." At that, zie rises from zir seat and begins to explore the... 'beach'.
Mirqur slowly relaxes again, his ears still canted in different directions.

Flenser looks at the mess on the floor, ringing a sigh quietly and stepping on the spilled liquid. She looks over this suddenly arrived beach, and after a moment walks towards it. After a moment, she satisfies herself, and finds a seat nearby to watch the people exploring it.

Jini grins at the clinging, frightened cat. "Bury me in sand?" she offers.
Mirqur decides to enjoy the unexpected vista, and particularly the warm sun. He looks at Jini, head cocked. "Okay!"

Zedda grins. "Several points for sheer dissonance, though... and just who were those folks?"
System shakes (his) head slowly. "I have no idea."

Jini looks out at the horizon. "I've never ever seen one of these before."
Jini has acquired a scary-looking drink that's acting like a lavalamp, and leaping out to tickle her nose when she sips from it. She probably has sand in it already. It's certainly clinging to her latex skin here and there.
[Retcon: I dub this drink a "Kincaid". What's in it? I dunno! It sure tastes good and makes me feel shiny, though! *giggle*]

Squeak finally swallows System's device and licks his chops a few times to catch his drooling latex saliva.
System chuckles, looking down to Squeak. "So, kitten, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Squeak's eyes widen and he squeaks excitedly! Around or about his head appears the glowing manifestation of the word 'System!'.
System smiles delightedly. "Excellent! Tell me, kitten, do you have a name for yourself?"
Zedda stares at Squeak for a moment, then back to System. "I have to say, I was not anticipating that. What's gotten into that head of yours?"
Squeak looks up at System and seems without any idea how to answer.
Zedda seems confused for a moment. "Well, that was an odd thing for me to say...."
System states quietly, "The kitten kept on trying to communicate, and I found I wished for a means to permit it to, thus satisfying my curiousity."
Zedda ahs. "Reminds me of the old you."
System smiles happily, holding (his) hand out to Squeak. "Come here, kitten, you deserve pets."
Squeak bounces over to System, pets, he likes!

Mirqur seizes Jini in his arms and rolls over her, there to heap warm sand across her blue tummy and lap.

Flenser stands up, somewhat tipsy, it seems, and smiles. "Excuse me," she manages to ask System. "Would you know where I can find a pair of hooks about this far apart, hanging from the ceiling?" she asks, holding her hands a little less than shoulder width apart.System shakes (his) head, rubbing behind Squeak's ears. "I apologise, but I do not know."
Flenser smiles and stumbles just a little as she makes her way to the door- if she can, that is. "Okay. Thank you! I would walk home, but I don't think my home is very much home anymore." She giggles, a ringing tone. "Oh, dear. Maybe I can just sleep it off here."

Squeak looks up to system, suqeeeaking happily and a word manifests in glowing letters above or about his head, 'Prime?'.
System continues to rub, chuckling. "Prime is my parent."
Flenser falls backwards, hitting the deck with a thud and a scrape. The transition from awake to asleep doesn't seem to be very noticeable.
Squeak pushes in to the rubbings and squeaks softly some more, the name with the question mark still hangs over his head.
System shakes (his) head. "No, you cannot meet it. It is very far away, kitten."

Jini stretches out and is soon rather stuck under the sand, limbs spread out and her drink in reach. With a straw. She grins up at Mirqur. "I hope we're above the high tide mark! Do you know if I need to breathe?"
Jini shrugs a little, and doesn't seem worried. The sand's warm and gritty against her bare body, and the kitty on top of that is warmer still!

Squeak's glowing word dissapears and is replaced with 'Why?', even though System just explained why. It is hard to tell if the toy is simple minded or just stubborn.
System sighs and strokes Squeak quietly. "It is very far away. And it is in a place that you would not be able to go."
Squeak's word dissapates, then reappears the same, 'Why?', again. He seems awful curious for a toy, at least.
System states quietly, "Because the Mess is not connected to it."
Squeak produces a short series of words, 'System', 'Prime', and 'go?'.

Mirqur seems equally unconcerned as he packs more and more sand on Jini, surrounding her in its warm, wet, heavy embrace until all that's showing is her head, her drink and perhaps a toe or two. "I'll get you a straw if the tide comes in."
Jini wriggles just a little. She only succeeds in carving out a slightly larger Jini-shaped cavern for a moment before it subsides close to her body again. "You're so sweet," she laughs, meaning it quite genuinely! Big blue toes wiggle, sand between making little scrapy sounds.

System shakes (his) head. "I have not been to Prime either. It is far away."
You say, "You've never been home, System? You poor thing. Do you miss it?"
System gets a faraway look in (his) eyes. "It is beautiful..."

Mirqur smiles winningly. "I do my best," he purrs, sitting atop the broad dome of packed sand. After a casual sidelong glance around the beach, he gauges distances carefully before boring a hole straight down with his arm into the midst of the Jini-mound. His tail flickers.

Jini starts laughing even before the cat's fingers make it to her body. She's blissed and on who-knows-what with a super-sensitive nervous system, and she's ticklish, too.
Mirqur whispers, "Mirqur scores a direct hit. His fingers tease you between the legs, rough sand scouring gently at you, just at the edge of being unbearable... then you feel a plug click into place -oooh right there-." to you.

Jini stops laughing, and moans instead. In the middle of a beach. With cyborged seagulls crying softly off in the distance. Utterly immobilized in sand. In the center of Down. None of this surprises her in the least, not when half her memories got broadcast to Jupiter earlier today and returned with in-jokey encryption layers.
Jini's ears flutter a little bit, and a soft hum murmurs from them.

Mirqur spends a while with his arm buried above the elbow in the sand, humming to himself and feigning innocence. Only after a long while does he withdraw it, trailing a pair of fluorescent cables, one yellow, one magenta. He heaps sand back into the hole left by his arm and tamps it down, then plugs the cables into an odd-looking pair of microphones. A rush of noise floods Jini's buried body: crashing waves of surf, the high glissandos of seagulls, the distant thumping of music from the bar...

Jini rolls her eyes back in her head, a shallow ghost of a whimper sifting from her parted lips. And she does what comes naturally to the girl: there are audio inputs quivering into her, quite intimately, and she is what she is, ever what she was built to do. She is a stutter-cut collage of the sea's sounds, finding the rhythms of the waves, giving them back unchanged, natural, but looped and back-to-back in new percussive splashes, seagulls crying staccato through the waves, somebody's heartbeat cutting deep and hypnotic through it all.

Mirqur cocks his head, listening bemused to Jini's transformed soundscape. Curious, he moves the microphone forward a couple of feet, and sits it on the sand - the resulting thump causing a spike in Jini's circuits. Seconds later, the last of a wave rolls gently up the beach, submerging the microphones for a moment in rumbling, echoing underwater soundwaves.

Squeak looks up at Trilogee and states clearly, "Squeak!"
Trilogee giggles softly, rubbing his forehead with one finger. "Silly." She looks over at the other people in the room with a soft smile, brow knitting. "Pardon me... I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Jini's eyes cross, the new sounds flooding her storage and processing systems. She's never had noises like this through her before. Natural is new enough, for a girl built and raised in the rustscape of Down; the ocean is the icing on the cake. She closes her eyes, nose twitching, and the sounds that pour from her ear-speakers as her head lays back in the dark blossom of her hair on the sand are a dance of the ocean, eerie distant lorping resonances coming and going in a rhythm that interlocks with the waves and seagulls, and a mad almost-voice chanting at the edge of hearing, the denizens of Ocean up to some ceremony, found and amplified and served up like they're right there on the beach spiral dancing around a bonfire. She beckons Mirqur close with a finger, and if he obeys this summons and comes close, bending down, he's rewarded with as warm a kiss as someone past her neck in sand can manage.

Jini can sample and delay and synth-drive and twist sound inputs, by the way, but she really can't build new melodies from scratch. Technically she could, but she doesn't think that way: raw music goes in, finished music comes out. Sentient effects box to end all effects boxes, Jini is.

Mirqur is sitting by Jini, some distance down the beach. He grins and waves back to Trilogee as he reclines next to Jini's head (the only part of her still visible) and kisses her softly. And being that she can't move, he can't resist teasing a little, pulling back again until his lips are just out of reach. The waves roll in and out, sending burbling ocean roar down the wires that disappear into the sand presumably to connect somewhere in mid-bunny, then a fresh, crystal-clear assault of airborne sound as the water recedes again. Grinning, Mirqur nuzzles at the doll and tickles her long ears.

Trilogee chortles softly, resting a hand on Squeak's neck. "Come on. I need to ingest something strange. I'll see if the... Um... Thing will give me anything for you, too."

Jini's tongue reaches imploringly for the cat as he draws back, and then what little you can see of her tenses and twishs, passion crossing her latex face as new ocean-dweller dialects overlap, echoing ceteceans and muted whispers that flutter with the stretched-out seagull cries. All in all, it's rhythmic and hypnotic, with the beat of the ocean and Mirqur's heart and a faint echo of the still-dimly-thumping techno bass the dominant thread, the rest rising and falling, ebbing and flowing like... the tides.

Mirqur watches Jini's face with a playful grin, his ears perking at the ever-shifting wash of sounds, echoed and shaped in the Doll's wriggling body, trapped in the sand. He strokes her cheek with his fingers, his lips meeting hers in an ocean-deep kiss, a purr resounding in his own chest, mingling with the noises pouring out of her ear-speakers...

Jini kisses Mirqur with a tongue of tides, that purr amplified and offered back, distorted and grown into a low growl somewhere off beyond the horizon, a giant sea-tiger on the hunt. She tastes, faintly, like salt-water, somehow.

She drifts off, still playing the sea through herself. Eventually the beach will go away, eventually she'll wake up, with pleasant memories and strange new sounds in her deep sample-banks. Hopefully someone will dig her out if the beach doesn't vanish. Someone will help her, she's positive!

* * * * *
The person who dug Jini out the next morning turned out to be System. She thought he was ignoring her after yesterday, and maybe he was. But he wasn't the next day... and there was some serious talk, which I'll have to post later. Plot stuff, you know? Poor System and Ataxia, they were so cute together before!

I edited a lot of byplay out, here, as the music back-n-forth got longer and longer - System trying to coax coherent conversation out of Squeak, Trilogee getting a superball for the squeakytiger, Zedda ICly acknowledging an RL absence, OOC about an ad for Husky Injection Molding Systems... Hope none of you mind too much - none of it really made a good counterpoint to the music play, no matter how I edited!

[OOC] Jini says, "This simply makes no sense any more. But it sounds good. I feel like an Eno album come to life, and understand bed!"
[OOC] Mirqur grins. "'Web' came on the shuffle seconds before you typed that. Eee."
[OOC] Jini says, "And I'm not even jacked into your skull IC."
[OOC] Mirqur says, "Dolls are just scary. *nod*"
[OOC] Mirqur says, "Augh! And now it's '[A song Mirq had previously said reminded him strongly of another of my characters - the name kinda gives away who, and I'm trying to keep this a semi-sekrit alt.]'. I'm goin' to bed. :D"
[OOC] Jini says, "Try BEING one. Scarier sometimes when it works! Good night! <3"

Sweet and simple!

Tue, 27 Jul 2004 03:11:18 GMT

Okay so I gave Miss Lupe a trial Dolling 'cause she wanted a break from making choices and she loved it but her friends Mister System and Miss Ataxia didn't like it as all and Miss Ataxia really really hurt Miss Lupe when she was trying to do what she thought would undo it because she thought it'd been forced on Miss Lupe and I found out about it and I would've been really sad and mad if I could be but I can't so I told Theeka about it 'cause she's been a Doll a lot longer than anyone else and she might know better what we should do, and then Miss Ataxia and Miss Lupe got together and Miss Ataxia was really sad once she found out what she'd done and ran off crying and I and Miss Schizzy took Miss Lupe down to the Mind Electric to try and take her mind off of it all with some good drugs and happy drinks and I found out that I get a lot gigglier a lot faster since my nervous system's been rebuilt the Doll way so I was completely out of it when Miss Ataxia found Miss Lupe again and they talked for a long time and Miss Lupe mostly forgave Miss Ataxia because the jackal was only trying to help the statue-'yena and she was really kinda wonderful and wise especially for how young she is and then I heard they were all starting to worry that we Dolls were going to have some kinda vengeance on Miss Ataxia, and on Mister System too 'cause the probe and the jackal spend a lot of time together and we Dolls kinda freak him out like we do some people and I guess, I dunno, maybe Miss Ataxia did freak out on Miss Lupe about the Doll thing 'cause of picking up Mister System's attitudes, it happens sometimes, I mean he tries to figure out how to get me to leave the Dolls almost every time I see him or just says I make him unhappy by worrying about making him happy but anyway those folks have some real fight-or-flight issues and they were sooo ruled by that it made me glad I gave that up when I joined the Bubble Dolls but anyway they were all so worried we were going to come drag them off to Charm and nobody'd see them for years until they ran across a candy machine we'd turned them into or something and they just went crazy, and, um, anyway, I heard about it and I was trying to figure out what to do so I went out to try and talk some sense into Mister System, and, well, you know how he is...

Transit Nexus

Contents:
System
Heta A Bubbledoll squid!

System half-bows. "Greetings, Jini."

Heta blinks her eyes out toward Jini. "Hello, Jini!" A moment. "Why does System think we'll punish Ataxia?"
System states quietly, "Not one joy from others take you, lest we sweet and simple make you..."

Jini saunters out of Charm, guitar slung on her back. "Hi, mister System!" She hugs the squid, squeezing her squeakily. "Hi, Heta!" The rabbit laughs, brightly and happily. "I dunno... maybe 'cause she hurt her friend Lupe while trying to do what she thought was best and it turned into a whole pile of misunderstanding and he's one of those people who gets the heebie-jeebies somewhere deep inside every time he sees one of us bounce past!"

The blue mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release KeHari, who blinks at the small crowd. "Oh, hi guys."
Heta rotates, upside down and then back. "I don't think we have any plans to punish Ataxia."
System half-bows. "Greetings, Kelly."
System snorts. "Perhaps you should query Jini or Theeka about that."

Heta lets out a joyous giggle.
Heta bumpbumps fondly into Jini before bobbing off toward Kelly. "Hi!" A spin back. "I'm in touch, dearie."

Jini bounces on her toes, jiggling in a way that would catch the eye of any sentient hormonally-tweaked towards female mammals. "We're BUBBLE DOLLS. We're as harmful as... as... being alive and happy! Why'd we do anything punishy?"
Jini kisses Heta firmly and passionately, pale hearts flaring on her cheeks.
KeHari grins at the latex squid and gives it a happy wave. "Hey there." She turns to Jini and giggles. "Not punishy, but maybe adjusty, huh?"

System shakes (his) head slowly, backing towards Kelly slowly.
Heta flashes pink hearts herself before drifting loose to a pleasant distance from Kelly.
Heta calmly states, "This is different from any cycle of harm and punishment you know. We want to help Lupe and Ataxia and System be happy. This is the best Karma I've ever felt, and it's less from force than you think."
System states quietly, "You'll pardon me, then, if I desire nothing to do with your 'help'."

Jini shakes her head, raven hair swishing about her shoulders. And giggles. "Not even that, against someone's desire! You paleo-minds are SO so worried about cause and effect and crime and punishment and stuff, when we just care about being HAPPY."

KeHari grins and Jini and considers Heta. "So what help are you offering, then?"
"D" has arrived.

Jini sighs dramatically at System. "If only you could know what it's like, not to be trapped in that cage of worry and need-to-decide any more." She squeals, and waves happily at D!

Heta squeaks, giggling. "You fear us because you feel us irrational. But are you rational? Killing people won't stop them doing what they will, nice or not so nice. Prisons never last long enough. What are the alternatives? We fashion ourself into invulnerable creatures, invulnerable to some of the few harms that can occur, harm to the emotions, and seek to increase the pleasantness of our surroundings. When people are happy, many of them feel less inclined to do not so nice things."

"D" nods back to System, and wrfs, "Likewise." She glances around, and rrs, "Sounds like there's already been some talking, but..." Her glances slow, and come to focus on Jini. "Hey, Jini. I've been meaning to talk to you."
KeHari smiles at Heta and nods. "Those are reasonable observations, but you didn't answer my question."

System frowns. "That is because Dolls are programmed to conceal the defensive portions of their programming, Kelly. They decieve."
Heta looks back, straight at Kelly, zir eyes warm. "I don't know of any decisions."

Jini smiles worshipfully at D, glad for a moment with one of her idols. "I love to talk with you any time you desire, miss D!"
Jini shudders, a wave of pleasure rippling through the girl at that thought.

Heta says, "It's still all up in the waves and currents."

Theeka has arrived.
Theeka stands there in her full royal regalia, obviously freshly polished. Otherwise her greeting varies not one byte from her customary curtsy, wave, and utterly placid smile. "Good afternoon, fellow beings! It is wonderful to be awake and aware today, isn't it!"

"D" nods to Jini, and smiles, almost apologetically. "You think we could go somewhere quiet for a while, hon? It's pretty important..."
"D" freezes in mid-sentence at Theeka's arrival.
Jini catches that freeze, turning to look behind her and see the Queen of her kind, and laughs happily. "Every day is happy!"

Heta squeaks joyously at zir Queen, Theeka, immediately zooming into a light nudging bump before drifting off to again include the others in her general aura of benevolence.
System steps backwards at the arrival of the Queen of Dolls, outside of Charm. "Recall what we discussed, D?"

KeHari hears System judging by the way her ears flick, but she keeps looking at Heta. "I didn't ask about a decision. You said," she pauses and Heta's voice emanates from a plate on her suit: "We want to help Lupe and Ataxia and System be happy." The vixen continues, "I asked you want help you were offering. Thus far you've managed to not answer me but you know what? Having that answer would make me really happy."
Heta bobs a little. "I'm... still new? I do not know enough to know how to help them! I'm not as experienced."

Theeka does also carry a basket in her tiny paws. Something gleams inside it, under a cover of mirrorsilk.

"D" gives System a quick nod, then turns her head slightly to regard Theeka. "Afternoon," she replies. "Mmmaybe I ought to talk to you, too, if you're awright with that. Maybe what I wanted to see Jini about...maybe it concerns you too..."
Heta says, "I'm sure I'll learn how!"
KeHari glances over at Theeka as she enters the nexus, nodding to her before going back at Heta with a dramatic sigh. "Oh well, what a shame..."

Theeka pauses a moment to scan System and configure a gender setting. "Do we need to have an audience... Mister... System? Word has reached us that one of Our subjects has been the center of a dispute, but We are certain she intended no harm."
System states quietly, "I assert that no audience is necessarily. I request that you leave to Charm, and take your subjects with you.""
"D" winces slightly at the tone of System's response, but keeps her eyes on Theeka, the collie's pseudo-question still hanging...
System straightens (his) tie, standing ramrod-straight.

Diafeara casually positions herself behind D, watching from behind the leather duster.

Theeka dollwalks presently to Jini and Heta's sides, putting one arm around the guitarbunny and petting the bubblesquid's cephalus. "This will come in time." She curtsies again to System, a precise replay of the previous one, and instantiates collars around Jini and Heta. "All right!" She bends over with a single sharp flip and leaves her basket on the ground, removing its over and revealing its contents: two glittering red roses, finely carved from faceted ruby and inset with glowing light filaments. They're exquisite. "First, please allow Us to present this token of Our good will. Please fight no more with Our people, and please do not take anything more from Us. There is little you could possibly take which we would not as willingly give. Come, please, Jini. Come, please, Heta."
The purple mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release Squeak.

System bows politely. "Your gift is appreciated, but unnecessary."

Heta drifts slightly toward Theeka, contently bound by zir attached collar, her rosy cheeklights a low steady glimmer.
Jini smiles at D, as she falls into place behind Theeka with graceful precision. "Will Charm suffice as a suitably private place, miss D? Her Serene Submissiveness is a priority override."

Theeka bounces cheerfully on her heels and waves. "Please take what We have said to heart."

"D" pauses a moment, hesitant, but eventually makes her move. "Think I could take you up on that audience?" she asks, quietly. "I'm not involved straightforward-like in that dispute, but I found a place on the edge of it...got some concerns."

But Theeka is obeying Mister System's command, and removing her pretty pink plastic butt, and those of her followers, to Charm!

CharmWarp

And there was some OOC discussion, and a number of frantic pages to Theeka asking what the roses were and would do. I'd love it if you folks out there would fill in some of the parallel action somehow! To minimize your paranoia, I'll let you know what some people knew the roses would do, but I've forgotten the rest of the OOC discussion!

[OOC] Theeka says, "I'll sum up. Kehari asked if the "effects" required the roses to be touched. I said yes, they're pretty roses that light up even prettier when a sentient being is nearby. They are utterly innocuous, but I told her not to tell System that yet. }:)"
[OOC] Theeka says, "Then System behaved exactly according to plan and reminded me he'd scanned them. I told him "Seems to be real ruby, with chemical traces that imply it was instantiated within seconds of Jini's threatened experience transmission to Theeka. It's got a system of fibre optics inside, connected to some femtoelectronic sensors that seem to be designed to detect sentience within a several-foot proximity." He noted that Kehari had touched one. I said, verbatim, "She knows what to do now." >:)"

Theeka tugs you both in close for a lavish, squeaky hug. "Well, done, Our friends! You have both served your roles in this strange matter most gracefully and if We can reward you in any way you have only to ask!"
Theeka chirps solicitously, as she buffs you with a cheesecloth impregnated with her royal insignia and a particularly silky preparation of zerolube. "And how are Miss Lupe and Miss Ataxia this day? We hope their recoveries are comfortable?"

Heta wraps herself back, tentacles curling around with their own squeaks, lowly chittering as she becomes yet shinier and slicker.
Jini laughs happily. "There is nothing you could give me that you and yours have not already, Majesty!" She gleams a little more. "I believe miss Ataxia is still tied up inside with lingering grief for hurting miss Lupe, who has forgiven her. Miss Ataxia shares mister System's fear of Us."

Theeka brings Heta's tendrils to the slot of her masque and kisses their tips one by one. "These are so pretty, and so many of them! What fun you must have with these!"
Theeka shakes her head very slowly and smoothly, as if it were on an oscillating motor, and squeaks, "We could only have wished that Miss Ataxia and Mister System were having as much fun as We are today. We suppose We shall never again understand why they would choose this."

Heta purs like a toy, squeaky cat, wiggling her kissedhonored tentacles. "My heart is already filled with the reward of what you let me be! And they are very fun and very nice!"
Jini nods. "I do not understand their continuing fixation on the worst possible future. My playing's need for some degree of ego gives me a hint of it, and I remember before, but it just doesn't make _sense_ now!"

Heta turns in place, her nicely adorning button now a subtle yet attention-drawing slow flag.
Jini laughs, dismissing the tiny fragmnt of worry, and swings her guitar to her front, jacking it between her legs and fingering it as sensuously as she would any lover, a smile on her face as she plays a lilting drift of complexly-overlapping notes.
Heta bleats out, filled with bliss, "I almost remember, but it's getting to remember all that bad karma. They're just used the same old traps. Whatever those traps are."

Theeka squeaks as she makes a little sweeping gesture with her glove. "Miss Heta, would you help Us inspire Miss Jini's brilliant serenade with those pretty tendrils, while We induce her with a little synaesthesia?" Falling to her knees, she looks up at Jini with an expression of wonder on her parted lips. As her cheeklights flicker faster, they begin to blur... then to chime... then to caress... then to scent faintly of sweet berries... then to slip loose in time and space, becoming something dreamlike and getting harder, especially for a Doll, to remember...

Heta makes a little chirring sound, a cute little sweet piping informing you she's rapidly instantizing something. A bleep, and then the button lights up, now a steady glow casting everything in a rosy light. And, happily, she falls upon Jini, softly coiling herself around the other's torso.

Jini's consciousness, simply, switches off, and she plays on, despite the fact that her fingers insist the guitar tastes like robin's-egg blue, and the smell of latex tentacles wrapping around her slowly swaying body is musty old paper, full of interesting words and potential. What she plays in a purple haze is a roll of passion, happy bleeps skittering atop vast echoing soundscapes and somewhere in the middle of things, gleefull little melodies that impel Dance.

Theeka embraces the few parts of Jini that Heta doesn't, leaving her just enough leeway to play that sparkly music, blue girl. :) Most of her concentration on mesmerizing new heights of virtuosity out of Jini, she distantly squeaks, "We think they can't help what they do. Perhaps they are the ones who are under something's control, after all."

[OOC] Heta says, "Oh my, System actually ran away out of fear of being affected! This is reminding me of that famous D&D gazebo story!"

Heta presses on, stories leaking out through her tendrils, blissfully sugary ones, some curiously, possibly vaguely familiar instances of some stories given a happier spin then they originally had. And, a pleasant, salty scent drifts from her raining kisses, the ocean drifting onto Jini.

Theeka trails off from her lecture, beginning to sway. "Perhaps some day they will accept their right... to... joy..." Her paws drift up over her head like two little balloons, and her body soon joins her. Her Majesty Queen Theeka the Placid, fearsome thief of innocent minds, the terror of Upwarp, gets up and starts helplessly bouncing like a teenaged groupie to Jini's licks. :D Each step on her heels takes her hyperelastic body three or four feet off the ground, in a different direction wholly dictated by the chaos of her pet mistress's chords.
Theeka's pink rubber hairfalls occasionally swat one of her subjects on the chest/rump/whatever-Heta-has. :)

[OOC] Theeka says, "So let me get this straight: Ataxia, who has already earned her friend's forgiveness, is wracked with guilt. System is running in terror from a pretty flower. Lupe, the one they were supposed to be "helping" was wracked with pain and is still probably badly traumatized. Meanwhile, we're dancing. We would gladly invite any of them to join us, if for no other reason than if they felt better maybe they'd stop causing trouble for themselves and us. And Squeak is happy so long as somebody is rubbing his belly. :D"

Jini, from some distant place on the other side of music and experience, says in words of green and grass, "Controlled by their own brains, what you have the wisdom to have freed us from, Mistress." Legs spread, inviting, breasts bounce as her music compels her own body as well, bouncing to the beat within pink and love, hands at seven places at once on her guitar.
Jini plays.
Jini lives.
Jini is. Music.

Heta wiggles, squeaky air slipping out with the light pressures upon zir, having given the lunch to the mugger without even being asked, left her window open for the burglar to come in and have tea with her. Joyously, she screams, "Happiness is so simple, just take it. And we give gladly!" Now zie's bouncing, along with the breasts she's splashing onto, her slight frame stirred into motion.

[OOC] You page, "Meanwhile, faint strands of some of the most astounding music you've ever heard are drifting from the interface to Charm, Jini's playing so transcendent that the mirrors vibrate in sympathy." to "D".

Theeka is also, by association, Jini's Music. @.@ Or at least, one hell of a cute piece of visualization software... Caught in a irresistable inspiration, she neatly slides in behind Jini on her lubed-up skirt and starts playing gentle percussion with her palms on her shiny blue butt. If this is conduct unbecoming a monarch, somebody else can have the job! :D

The mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release "D".
"D" wanders in quietly, her movements and body language lacking in her characteristic energy and confidence, halting. Her ears perk and swivel as she follows the music that led her here...

Theeka, Jini, and Heta seem to be engaged in the cunning and martial act of... partying. Clearly, they are preparing their next wave of attack. O:)

Heta just goes into the flow, jostling along merrily and happily and... as many adverbs as you want to take, really! Zie's right now wrapped in a gleaming clean latexy mass around Jini's chest, her tentacles clinging with cute squeaks as they rub.

Theeka, Herself, is alternating between doing her pogo stick impression in time with Jini's bass -- bouncing a full meter off the ground on each pass -- and playing drums on Jini's rear end. And hey, her masque is off! Her face is... um... still pretty much featureless underneath, but it's white now. :) Evidently, this is the Doll Queen's way of letting her hair down, because "D" gets a wholly non-standard greeting from Theeka instead of the usual measured curtsy-and-wave. Instead, she stops just long enough to blow her a kiss and squeal, "Hi, Miss Collie!" from on high. :)

"D" finds her way through the crowd, eventually reaching the three of you. "Don't mind me crashin'," she murmurs, with a crooked, uncertain smile. Her mismatched eyes focus on Jini, and the smile evens out, just a bit. "Hey, Jini. Heard ya playing, all the way in Down. Hella projection on those ears, kid." She gives Theeka a raised-glove salute, oddly relaxed by the mousedoll's relatively informal attitude, and answers casually, "Oi!"

Jini bends over laughing bliss and delight, still playing with more hands than she should have, dozens of supple blue fingers coaxing whole symphonies from the strings of the guitar once built to end the eternal dance of being and nothingness called the universe. Which is what it seems like she's playing. Ten overlapping skeins of music pour from her whole body, the Doll's entire surface a speaker, taking in echos as well, screaming gleeful feedback. Everything combines and twists, metal-on-metal screeches eliding into birdsong, eerie space sounds howling passion and lust and love, invisible lizards of hot sweet counterclockwiseness that crawl all over you, tickling with feathered toes. A flash: someone's life passes before your eyes, spun in pure tones of buzz.

Phoenix has arrived.
Phoenix hisses, and waves.

Theeka finally... stops... bouncing... or at least bounces... less and less with each... jumps until she finally lets herself fall on the ground, looking up (or at least aiming her blank face towards) "D" and giggling at the salute. "We're so happy you decided to join us, Miss Collie! Is poor Mister System still choosing to drive himself to the brink of insanity with Our little gift?"

Jini grins through the music, body an arc of shimmying pleasure, and blows a kiss to "D", scored with a brief quoting of the sung melodies from some of the collie's least successful but most intimate tracks.

Theeka lets out a noisy, airy squeak of delight at Phoenix! She does a little trick shot she's been practicing for a while in her infinite spare time, thrusting her Royal Hinder back at Jini's own rump and using the elastic collision to launch herself at Phoenix with arms wide open. "Mr. Dragon! Welcome back!"

"D" listens quietly, shivering a little...not unpleasantly, though perhaps a little oversensitized from stress and lack of sleep...as Jini's notes play right through her body. She nods slightly toward Phoenix, and repeats her earlier greeting: "Oi." She can't help but grin back at Jini, catching the kiss in a gloved paw and touching her palm briefly to her lips, but Theeka's question gives her pause. "I think," she wrfs mildly, "I might be a little closer to that edge than he is." Her tone is more apologetic than accusatory, really.

Jini squeals in pleasure at that carom, her rear compressing for a moment.
Heta pauses, then continues her original instructions from Her Royal Submissiveness Herself, a bump of her soft glow of a head-button jolting... phantom sand and coral and currents and kelp and deepnesses flowing over Jini, each one a touch of zir tentacles...

Theeka hugs Phoenix, then turns around a little more soberly and picks up her mask from the base of the tree she'd left it at. The theremice dangling from the tree, who have up to this point been jamming with Jini, all turn in unison towards Her Highness and squeak in respectful concern. She buckles the mask back to her face, and seems a _lot_ more sober as she kneels down on the checkered rubber plane and addresses "D." "Yes. So We had suspected. Perhaps it is time for us to speak at length about Our kingdom and our way of life, Miss Collie."

Phoenix catches Theeka adroitly, pirouetting with the Queen in his arms, grinning toothily at her. "Hello, your Majesty. Thank you, very much." He sets her down carefully, and chirrups pleasantly to the Bubble-doll, watching her go back to get the mask.

"D" swallows hard, nodding. "Maybe. I want you to understand somethin', though." She pauses briefly, considering her words. "I...I don't totally misunderstand everything, yeah? I don't hate you guys, I'm not trying to stir shit with you, and I feel bad about the questions I've got, the concerns." She half-shrugs, raising her palms helplessly. "But...I wouldn't have 'em if I could help it, yeah?" With a little shiver, she breaks her gaze from Theeka's face, looking down and slightly off to one side. "Sorry."

Jini lets themes hang, puts the playing of the universe on hold, purple clouds dissipating from your minds for a time. The girl's mouth finds Heta's beak, tasting stars and plastic and soft scent of roses. And her whole body listens to her Queen and things she knows so well she's forgotten them.
Heta gently presses back, zirself now quiet subtled listenings and clinging and tastes of universe...

The mirror-blob swells into a pregnant sphere and then bursts to release KeHari.

Theeka serenely offers a paw up to "D." "We have chosen to forget what it was like, to be like you. But for you, We will remember a little for now. We understand more than some people care to believe. We choose to understand your fear because we have to in order to cure it."

KeHari almost runs over Phoenix as she comes out of the mirror. "Hey Phoenix," she says with a big grin and an equally big hug.

Theeka squeaks, in a sing-song voice totally incongruous with the gravity of her words. "If our hearts could be broken, hurting you would do so. We don't want you to be afraid. If you will not let us make you unafraid our way, please give Us the honor of helping you become unafraid in your own way. Please, tell us what We must do to reassure you that We mean you and your friends no harm."

"D" nods slowly. "I appreciate it," she replies, honestly. As she takes a quick glance around, the corners of her muzzle curl downward...subtly, but not imperceptibly. She looks back to Theeka. "I really wouldn't want to hurt you, seriously," she replies, and indeed, she sounds quite serious. Her voice catches a bit, though, as she continues. "I want to get this hashed out, yeah...I..." She closes her eyes, and breathes, "I'd like to sleep again."
"D" says, "Maybe we can go somewhere, yeah? I don't feel right for a party atmosphere."
Jini looks at "D" from some other side of sorrow, and nods. And plays again, this time with directed magic intent. Silence washes out over the endless party.

Jini plays trees plays meadows plays soft pale sun-lit clouds plays calm breezes plays a peaceful place. And it's where you are, transported in flesh, not in synaesthetic analogy.
Theeka gently turns Jini's volume down and changes her channel to some nice, moody ambient music for their guests. :) "Does this help, Miss Collie? We would prefer not to leave the relative safety of this Warp, though of course if you wish for any of us to accompany you would only need to ask it."

Theeka instantiates herself a leash and holds its loop up to "D", seemingly innocent of any bad semiotics this might entail...

And then a little flurry of repositioning. I lied when I said we went to Charm, we really went to Bottom, and this is why, and we lost a few people in the move, but we got the flow back...
[OOC] Jini says, "We're in Bottom, Your Majesty. At least in terms of the muck. If, in your haste, you typed the wrong mirror-code when departing at System's wish, this should be noted, perhaps rectified."
[OOC] Theeka says, "D'OH! :)"
[OOC] Theeka says, "I typed [pink]... so you can see the source of my error. :)"
[OOC] Theeka says, "I'm still such a newbie here. :D"

"D" chuckles a little at Theeka's offering, seeming to take no offense; it IS an offering, freely given. She takes the leash respectfully, and nods. "Your place, maybe? Would you mind?" She takes another quick glance around, and half-smiles, self-consciously. "I don't know if you can remember what it's like, if you wanted to, but...some things are kinda hard to say in a crowd."

Theeka nods cordially at D, and indicates Heta and Jini with a sweeping gesture. "Would you prefer we be alone, or may Our wards accompany us? Unless you wish to be released from duty for now, m'ladies?"
You say, "I wish to never be released from duty, your submissiveness!"
Heta says, "I am perfectly happy either way!"

"D" chuckles again, softly, and shakes her head. "Nah, I don't mind. Jini and me are cool," she wrfs, directing a brief, small smile toward the rabbit. "Haven't really had the pleasure, your other 'ward' there, but...eh." The collie gives a faux-cavalier shrugs. "Keeps me honest, yeah?"

Theeka grins and hugs Heta until her head swells a bit. "We knew you would feel that way! :) All right then, let us go and make as much of a celebration of this as we yet can."

Theeka heads toward the Charmory.

Charmory - Factory Floor

The majority of the Charmory is dominated by the snaking path of a
conveyor belt of glittery, iridescent metallic mesh. The belt
hovers about a meter off the ground and is moved by no obvious
mechanism, making it look more like a river than a device.
The beltloop runs past a number of assembly stations on the way,
each labeled with a large friendly sign: <Masker>, <Bejeweler>,
<Bodyprinter>, <Winder>, <Laminator>, <Gender Vendor>,
<Featherizer>, <Illuminator>, <Jesterizer>, and so forth. A
precisely 1.5 meter tall Bubble Doll operates each station, each
doll identical but for a costume suited to its duty.
Over the dolls' heads is an octopus-like fixture made of lustrous
red and yellow rubber, attached to a carousel pole that disappears
into the mirrored ceiling. Its long arms occasionally stretch out
and take a storage pod from the next room. The octocrane cracks the
pod open, and refills a machine or services a worn-out laborer with
the contents. When this happens, all the dolls freeze in place and
the cheerful yellow safety klaxons on their heads flash in unison.

Theeka pretty much stands there indefinitely silent, until interrupted by "D." She's here at her disposal. :)
Jini kneels on the floor, guitar cradled silent in her hands, smiling.

"D" takes a moment or two to look around, unfamiliar with this place from the inside. Her expression remains neutral as her two-tone gaze flickers from one machine to the next, finally coming to rest, once more, on Theeka. "Gotta apologize again for this," she murmurs, the faint breath of a sigh underlining her voice. "I've just...I ain't been dealing so well, not knowing what, if anything, is supposed to happen to Ataxia now. System, too, but 'Tax especially." She pauses, trying to find the gentlest possible words. "Listen, I've never worried about you guys before, because I know you don't mess with anyone who ain't looking to be messed with, and I'm fine with that. I just..." Suddenly feeling a bit hoarse, she pauses again, this time to catch her breath and wet her lips. "I talked to Lupe last night, and she thought you were kinda riled. Just Doll-riled, but, y'know...something different. And I've wondered." Her eyes drift shut, and she whispers, "I remember the rhyme."

Theeka merely shakes her head sweetly at D when she claims she's got to apologize. "Can you keep a secret, Miss Collie?"
Theeka tilts her head with an audible click. "Correction: will you keep one very precious secret for Us, Miss Collie? We are entrusting you with the power to harm Us grievously."

"D" lets her eyes open slowly, and gives her lower lip a quick nip. It's a hard question to answer. "I don't want that," she answers, with considerable conviction. "It'd be hard to keep a secret that'd let off some of the pressure around the Mess right now...this thing's gotten way out of control, and I'm partly to blame for that." Silent for a long moment, thinking, the collie eventually gives the slightest of nods. "But...yeah. I will."

Theeka beckons Jini via private wireless channel to kneel just behind her, so the lanky rabbit's chin fits neatly between Her Majesty's huge dish ears. She similarly draws Heta to levitate behind the pair, with a blank and contented look in her eyes, and wrap her tendrils around them both. The effect is not unlike an adorable giant mecha assembling itself for non-combat. :)
Theeka speaks slowly, quietly, and deliberately through all three bodies, everything on them that can possibly flash doing so. "The threats that we made... every single one of them..."
You say, "...were..."
Heta says, "...a complete..."

Theeka moves fast. In a single, instant motion, she pitches forward suddenly and licks D on the nose. "Bluff!" she giggles uproariously, sending the other dolls toppling harmlessly to the ground. "No harm will befall your friend Ataxia that she does not choose to inflict upon herself. Just as poor Mister System is cringing in terror at roses We labored all night to sculpt for him."

Roque emerges from the airlock that leads to the lobby.
Theeka greets Roque with a friendly wave, and an equally friendly warning that Her Majesty has commandeered the Charmory for a private political conclave. "You are welcome to stay, Miss Rabbit, if you will consent to not retaining any memory of doing so afterwards. Or, We suppose, you could simply swear yourself to secrecy as Miss Collie has, but We are not responsible if that is less fun." :)

Theeka settles back, paws on the ground before her. "Please forgive Us for our prank, Miss Collie. We thought it would illustrate Our point best if you were to experience this 'Bubble Doll justice' first-hand. This is Our way, and this is why you must please assist us in it. If those still bound to their own fear were to discover that we are truly harmless, We would lose our only defense."

System emerges from the airlock that leads to the lobby.
"D" is so thoroughly stunned by the lick that her legs turn to jelly and give way beneath her, dropping her harmlessly, if a bit loudly, to her rump on the factory floor. The Queen's giggling laps over her fallen form like warm waves, and, staring blankly ahead, looking off into nothing, she begins to laugh...a little crazily, a rush of catharsis and relief and understanding and....maybe just a touch of frustration and regret, over too many years of wasted nightmares.
Jini laughs, rolling on the floor. "Fear the wrath of the Bubble Dolls, miss D!" she giggles. "Kneel before our might, see our strength. Nothing but love!"

System steps in, straightening (his) tie. "What is happening here?"
Squeak comes bouncing in on System's heels.
System chuckles. "Ah, kitten..."

Theeka nods and gives Jini and Heta each a healthy squeak, given that they're both so comfortably close. "Are you sufficiently conquered yet, Miss Collie?" Not the most fortuituous time for her to say this, perhaps, given who just entered... But surely, he gets a perfectly cheerful curtsy and wave from Her Majesty -- even though it takes her a little longer, with Jini and Heta stacked on her shoulders.
Heta giggles, a bouncing bob, zirself joined into the flutter of laughter.

"D" manages to catch enough breath, just for a moment, to hold an open palm out toward System. "It's OK...s'OK..." she rasps.
System blinks. "Kindly explain, D."

Theeka gives D a sweetly collusive smile and a faint hint of a nod. One of her cheeklights flashes for an instant; a wink, as well?

Roque seems rather taken aback by the greeting, however polite. There are still rather sick undercurrents in the words themselves. "I--Excuse me. I certainly don't mean to intrude. I came only to inquire about D... this seemed an unlikely place for her." She turns towards the collie and the explosive laughter. "Come, please... let us get you away from here." She sounds like she's just barely keeping a grip on panic.
Theeka nods to Roque. "If it please you, Miss Rabbit, perhaps you should."

Theeka chirps, "We hope your flower brings you many hours of happy thoughts, Mister System."
System states quietly, "I do not have it. Those flowers have been claimed by others."
Theeka nods, just the same, to System. "How wonderfully generous of you!"
System snorts contemptuously. "I would not touch your traps for anything, Queen of Dolls."
Jini giggles at System like the carefree innocent she is. "To pass the gift of Our selves to another! Most would hoard it as rare and precious, a rose from Us!"
Theeka tilts her head at System in apparent bewilderment. "We have none of those, but if it would please you... For us to construct some so you can avoid them would surely be a simple matter."

System states quietly, "May I query what the function of the flowers is, and what they shall do to those who have claimed them?"
"D" just smiles crookedly at Theeka's question. Turning her head toward Roque, she wrfs, "I'm OK, honestly. It's been a weird conversation...but I'm gonna be OK with it. I'm not in any danger. Trust me, yeah?"

Jini's cheeks glow with hearts, flickering rhythmically. "We would walk into your traps, if it pleased you!"

Theeka bows her head. "Perhaps it is time to end this charade. It is not in our nature to lie. You seem like a patient creature, Mister System. Would it displease you if We had a moment to confer with Our handmaids?"
System states quietly, "It would not, Your Majesty. I shall wait here. Roque, perhaps you should wait near me."
Roque bites her lip, then keks quietly. "If you say so." She inclines her head to D, then to Jini and the voice she can only presume is Theeka. "Excuse me, then, please. D... I'll be waiting outside. Please do forgive the intrusion, all."
Roque then slips back outside as quickly as she came.

Squeak slinks quietly around the room, eyes stretched wide.
Theeka, of course, lavishly pets Squeak until he's good and sated -- even if it takes days! -- bringing him along for the conclave.
Jini's hands go without conscious action to the cables that wrap and bind her body, and with precise grace, they are clicked into place, in gleaming sockets in each of the Dolls' bodies. Private channels, deep sharings.
Squeak squeaksqueaks excitedly and goes about sniffing at Theeka and leaning in to the pets, which obviously delight him!

"D" picks herself up off the floor, and walks over to System. She rests a heavy, leather-clad paw on his shoulder, and wrfs softly, "Keep cool." She doesn't give away one thought-whisper of what she's been sworn to protect; it isn't hers to give away. Her voice is soft and reassuring, though, sympathetic to the once-probe's fears, saying everything's going to be all right as well as she can without SAYING it.

Heta snakes out a tentacle, similarly binding herself to the private channel.
Theeka takes one of Heta's tendrils... well, does it really matter where? It's for purely practical purposes. O:)

System smiles absently as (he) watches Squeak being petted.

Jini lets out a soft little sigh of sensual bliss.

Heta beeps fondly, happily.

Theeka turns around, her mistress-servants still connected to her, and chirps in a very cheerful sing-song. "The roses We gave you glow prettily when a sentient being is near them. The forces of fear and confusion that grip your mind did the rest. We leave you to do as you will with this knowledge." EOF.

Theeka squeaks, "D, perhaps it would be best if you took Mister System to contemplate this in an environment more familiar to him."
System grimaces. "No need."
System leaves via the airlock marked "Lobby".
Squeak looks after System and squeeeeeaks. For the first time in... ever, probably, he looks conflicted.
Theeka looks intently at Squeak. She instantly instantiates a rubber ball in her palm, perhaps out of her own rubbery mass, and bounces it on a true path after System. "Get it, boy! Get the ball! Good kitty!"
Theeka figures he needs Squeak more than she does. :)
Squeak bounds after the ball, squeeeaking excitedly!

"D" nods. "Might be, but..." She gives System a long look, then blinks a few times, rapidly, as he turns and leaves. She shrugs one shoulder, turns back to Theeka, and wrfs, "I'll catch up with him. I was gonna say, there's one more thing I want to ask, if ya don't mind. After all this, I feel funny looking for a favor, but I guess that's about what it is."
Theeka says, "Anything, Miss Collie."

Jini looks after the probe's departure. "He worries so much about free will that he forgets to exert it for enjoyment," she says. "And he needs to save his lady but there's nothing to save her from but happiness."Heta just flaots there, a rosy picture of content ready to vend forth anything needed.

Theeka says, "Though it was not necessary after all -- poor Mister System's own mind blocked the information for Us, apparently -- your silence has done us a great service. We are indebted to you."

System emerges from the airlock that leads to the lobby.
System leans against a wall, looking with interest at D.
Theeka invokes and hands D some kind of one-use writing tablet. "Perhaps it would make you more comfortable, now, if you wrote it down and handed it to me."
System states quietly, "May I query you, D, as to what your current activity is?"

Theeka looks to System and waves sunnily, likely inducing a distinct sense of deja vu. She then turns back to D and squeaks, "All things considered."

"D" smiles. "Appreciate it," she murmurs, absently swatting off the back of her jeans where she fell. As System returns, she smiles softly at him, and with a touch of apology, woofs, "Hey, System? Could you give me just a sec with Theeka, here? There's one more thing I gotta ask her, and it's kinda personal. I'll catch up with ya as soon as I get this last question knocked down, and then I'll catch up with you." She chuckles, and replies, "Just talking. Trying to make a little peace, like I said I was gonna, and settle a thing or two for myself, too. I'm gonna be fine."
"D" politely waves off the pad, without taking her eyes from System. "So, can I meet ya outside in a few?"
System nods. "Acknowledged."
System has left.
Theeka nods and melts the pad back into herself.

"D"'s mien and voice are thoughtful, sober, as she begins. "Listen, I think it's still plenty possible Ataxia's gonna end up here, to ask you for help on her own terms, and I'm pretty OK with that. Can't promise I'll agree with her choice on a personal level, yeah? ...but if it IS her choice, then I got no ethical problem there." She shrugs lightly. "Or she might not...she's working with someone else to get help, too. We'll see what happens." Beat. "Anyway, if Ataxia does come to you..." She frowns, just a little, brow furrowing with a mote of concern. "Try to help System, huh? As much as he'll let you. He won't understand, and I know he doesn't like you much, but he really does love her. It's hard, you know?"
"D" shrugs again. "Hardheaded, I know, but I can't help but feel for the guy."

Theeka gazes directly at "D", her cheekbeams bright. "Miss Collie..."
"D" quirks an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

Theeka stands, approaches "D", and offers a hug. "You know We could do no otherwise. We have chosen to be unable to. The Bubble Dolls have no enemies." Bright red flickerwink. "Whether all our friends are aware of it yet or not."
"D" accepts...gently, but without hesitation. "Thanks," she murmurs, close to one of those big dish-ears. Grinning softly, she adds, "I guess I DID probably know that, but it feels better to ask. We meatdolls have our own quirks, I s'pose."
Theeka nods compassionately at the "meatdolls" remark. "You do, and We do still love you for them. If you abandon them, it will be in your own time, in your own chosen role."

Jini joins Theeka in the embrace of D, nodding. "We only want him to be happy. As We do all of you."
"D" pats Jini on the back, letting her into the embrace without resistance. "Maybe I better go find him," she murmurs, her glance easing momentarily toward the door. "I'll keep your secret, promise...but d'ya mind if I confirm what you told him about the roses? Might help, hearing it from me."
Theeka says, "That might be the wisest thing. Meanwhile, We shall rethink our strategy and all the trouble it has caused. It is far better to have friends to protect us."

"D" nods. "Thanks for hearing me out, Theeka. Sorry I doubted ya. Guess I've got a few skeletons in my closet yet, but it's starting to look like high time I swept that place the hell out." She smiles at Jini, and wrfs, "Thank you, too, kiddo. We'll party sometime." But for a darker-eyed wink, she leaves her meaning open-ended.
Jini lifts her fist in a giggling rock-n-roll salute to D. "Hell yes we will!" she says, easily slipping out of link-gestalt with Theeka.

Theeka curtsies at "D". It's similar to her factory-issue farewell... but it's not the same. Just for her, a custom job. "Farewell, D."

"D" leaves via the airlock marked "Lobby".
Theeka has already got her mask pried off and is giving Jini a wicked look.
Theeka rocket-pounces Jini. "We love you so much, bunnydoll."
Theeka lifts her dress and reveals her ports, seeing no further need for royal propriety. "Shall we return to Our quarters and compare notes?"
Jini, coiled in cables and half-linked still, falls and bounces and tangles and squeals with joy. "We thought we had strayed from the Tao too much in this! We're delighted to know we did not!"
Theeka grins, looks up at her taller pet-mistress, and finds something looped to tug Jini by while she tickles under her shiny blue chin. "You did excellently, Miss Bunny. You played your role as your heart told you to. How could you have possibly done otherwise. And what real consequences had you failed? Nothing that we couldn't have undone."
Jini's mouth interfaces firmly with Theeka's most intimate ports, sticky saliva and sense-data flowing eagerly both ways. "With joy and delight, Miss Mousie!"
Theeka does an elaborately fingerdance of jack-to-port, dial-to-number. "You will address your queen as Mistress, Miss Bunny. Or vice versa. We reset our counter in all the confusion and have forgotten whose turn it is! *giggle* "
Jini's fingers squeak and slide over naked pink latex. "I will address you as <3 and you will do the same, Mistress Windup-key mouse!" She sinks into happiness, the chaos of the past days wholly switched out of her mind - she doesn't need to care about it any more, just about doing to Theeka what she does to herself every time she plays guitar.

Later, late at night, with extension cords providing wall-power to the Dolls who've long since exhausted their own power reserves, Jini hands her guitar to Theeka, and whispers one word: "Play," as a rush of skill and experience and reflex is loaned to her Queen. Haze and feedback descends with a vengeance.

I'm sorry, dear readers, but this is where my memory cuts off for a while! There's a few fragments here and there, and I just _can't_ tell you some of them, but most of it's _gone!_

Everything has consequences!

Sun, 25 Jul 2004 18:35:04 GMT

In the safe, curved, frothy architecture of Charm, there is a palace. A whimsical thing, some parts on the verge of floating away, some looking like they might start giggling at any minute. This is where Theeka, the Queen of the Bubble Dolls, can often be found, rapt in delight at some aspect of the world.

At the moment, the small pink plastic mouse-woman is in bed, held in a pose of ecstatic release along with a blue rubber rabbit, equally passionate; their bodies are sliding against each other in a chorus of lubed-up squeaks, heavy cables are coiled about the both of them, swaying with their slow motions, jacked into gleaming sockets here and there on each girl.

Though they coax each other to pleasure and ecstacy with supple fingers, pleasure is not what's uppermost in their minds. Not the fluxes of passion and sensation flowing through them, at least. Pleasure is important for Bubble Dolls, and they take the long view on some kinds of pleasure. Right now the pleasure concerning them is another's.

Jini is flooding Theeka with data. It's not a pretty story.

If either woman was capable of the emotion any more, they'd be worried. Maybe even furious.

* * * * *

Fragments of experience, linked in more ways than simple sequence. Visuals sounds feelings kythes words touches. Emotions. High-bandwidth back-story.

Lupe grins happily. "I just want to move on auto-pilot."
"I could show you what it's like, miss Lupe."
"I think I'd like that."

"Miss Lupe? It wore off already? Oh, I'm sorry!"
Rezeya : "No, actually, it was apparently taken away from her."
Lupe waves a paw at Jini, both in greeting and in dismissal over the apology. "It's hardly your fault," she murmurs. Tatters of the latex are hanging from her pelt, in illustration of Rezeya's comment.
"I scarcely had any reason to enjoy it; the only ones who came to visit me were System and Ataxia."

crosstalk interference happenstance data-bleed coincidence and synchronicity:

?/Beta : "I still seek to decide. I have been changed against my will, and I still am deciding how to feel about this."
?/Beta tilts her head, crooking it. "It's quite fascinating!"
Haruki nods. "Prime changed you, or...?"
?/Beta sparkles with her smile. "Prime changed me. Prime changed my Strangevirus and by this changed me."

A dischord that sends shivers down your spine (or what passes for it), and strings phasing across thirteen other dimensions for a moment. But Jini grins after a moment, quite simply happy. "We'll have to ask them not to do it again!"
"Mister System could really stand to learn a few of our ways," Jini chirps. "Him and Ataxia."

You are Lupe, and Ataxia's very body is going down your throat. Embryonic pre-matter, which she does _not_ need to keep in the shape of a jackal, however coherent it is normally.. It pours down easily.. Too easily, actually. Its pushing and lulling its way down as something.. more than a liquid. It wisps inside of you, curling, pushing, finding where the bell is hidden.. if its behind flesh, it begins to pierce through to it, and twine around, little strands like needle and thread.

"She was just trying to do what she thought was right for me. Never mind that it wasn't..."

"It'd be so much easier if I hadn't joined the Dolls! I'd just pull out Death-blossom and play up some pyro. BANG! No more problem, and we could put a hold on their respawn for a few days, and you could have some no-mind fun!"

Rezeya gives Ataxia another three-way scowl. "If there were only some way we could force the _information_ on them necessary to make them empathize. I'm not sure if they'll ever realize the damage they're doing if they have absolutely no model for how it feels to be dropped out of submissive space."

The main principle is their incredible resilience. They almost always bend rather than break.

"She wasn't even a Doll yet - it was just a trial package. Light hypnosis and a little latex to look cuter and squeakier."

* * * * *

The bard confers with her Queen.

The first taste is free!

Sat, 24 Jul 2004 17:40:24 GMT

I never thought I'd end up doing this sort of thing to someone! Core programming kinda took over and I went into some kind of recruitment subroutine-cycle!

Jini wanders in from the far-off shimmerspectre of Theeka's palace, playing an impending sort of little fugue to herself, followed by a flitterscurry of firefly-kittens and clockwork cicadia.

Lupe is standing beside an asleep Ataxia, but she's not looking all that worried over the jackal's sudden bout of sleepiness. Instead, she's just holding a bell in her paw and giving it a faint shake every now and then. Every tone struck by the clapper gets her to laugh softly.
[OOC] Lupe holds up the bell for Charm. :> Each note it plays is supposed to generate a wave of happiness.

Jini grins. "Hi!" she sings, her voice surprisingly unmusical for a Bubble Doll.
Lupe waves over to you from her happiness-induced state; that jackal's tail is just wagging like crazy while the rangy figure pant-grins. "Well, hello there. Who might you be?"
Jini plays a soft little rising fanfare for herself. "I'm Jini, the greatest guitarist the Fever Cathedral ever made!" She does not exactly look like a Cathedralite. "Who're you, and would you ring that bell again a few times? It sounds so wonderful!"

Lupe certainly isn't likely to deny such a request, though she can't fathom why she feels so giddy. Having no knowledge of most of the groups here, she assumes you speak the truth about being a Cathedralite while she sets the clapper to work again. "I'm Lupe, Jini. Recently summoned, often changed, and always looking for the chance to please others."

Jini tilts her head, ears spreading, and grins happily. "Oh! Charm's a good place for you, then. It's all about making each other happy here!
Jini listens a little more, then plays soft music, weaving with the harmonics of the bell, the strings of her guitar warping somewhere in the journey from bridge to rabbit to ear-set speakers into a chorus of bells and flutes, off in some strange distance.

Lupe perks both those ears when that music winds its way into her brain; she's not quite sure, but one bell and one guitar into a bell orchestra? Definitely something to smile over, as if her own instrument's charms aren't enough (pardon the pun). Never very fast or very hard does she play, though; the body of her bell is in the shape of a Doll's crystal heart. "Perhaps, but I'm still trying to find my way here."

Jini sits down beside you, the cable between her body and her guitar bouncing gently off the ground. She keeps on playing, improbably ethereal tones coaxed from her guitar, rising sweeping swirls of music, hints of climax beginning and resolving but falling apart into a silly flurry of chimes before anything might really end. "Do you know where you're going, do you care where you've been?"

Lupe supposes that's a fair question, though there's a clamor of her bell and a wave of happiness half a beat before where it should be. A loon's grin is plastered on a relatively squarish muzzle, though which panting breaths are drawn, while the rangy beast settles into a loose repose before you. "No, and no... All I wish is to make others happy, and the strain of doing such is so great sometimes, that I want to just move on auto-pilot."

Jini laughs, sliding into a cyclical, droning smear of sustain, bells still shimmering now and then in her music. A fireflymousling flits between her and you. "Oh, that can be beautiful and wonderful. I was fully will-less and automatic for a wonderful blur of months when I first settled into the Bubble Doll programming! The only thing I missed, in some tiny remote little corner of my mind, was playing Death-blossom... but it didn't really _matter_, because everything was just so... _nice_!"

Lupe has a brief moment of flashback, recalling dim images of herself in the hours after her summoning, where nothing was old and yet nothing was remembered, either. It all conspires to get a large shiver out of the hyena, along with a few thumps of a short tail against the ground. "Sounds lovely, actually. To just be able to rest and observe myself bringing happiness to others? With the help of this, of course." A small flick of her wrist, the peal of a note off of pure crystal.

Jini shivers a little herself, enough that she has to lift her fingers from the strings for a moment lest she cause a discord. "Mmmm. Oh, it was _wonderful_, wonderful. It wasn't very restful, but it was so not have to decide what to do at _all_."

Lupe smiles and offers a wave of a free paw to Schizzy. "Hello again!" From her own instrument's influence, that tail of hers is wagging back and forth with enough force that smaller creature's might have attained liftoff. To the guitar-player, she utters a small giggle and perks one ear further. "Almost too good to be true, I'd say."

Schizzy disconnected after basic greetings-exchange; I edited her out for a better flow! I hope you don't mind!

Jini shakes her head. "Not at all," she smiles. And as she makes a little glissando of pure tones, Jini's head lifts up suddenly. "I could show you what it's like, miss Lupe," she says, a note of seduction in her voice, little undertones creeping into her music that touch and calm the volition of some 95% of all known mind-structures...

Lupe's already relaxed for the most part, so the undertones have all the effectiveness of sandblasting a soup cracker - there's very little tenseness left in the aftermath. "I think I'd like that."

Jini smiles softly, music lifting Lupe's mind in soft pillows of bliss. "There is no need to decide," she says. "Why should there be? Everyone loves you; who would tell you to do anything bad?" Chords hang in slow echoing sustain for a moment as a latex hand reaches out to lace-clad fur. "Doesn't that feel nice?" The rabbitdoll keeps staring straight into Lupe's eyes, her gaze as loving as her tone of voice.

Lupe takes that ride on a purported bit of pleasant feelings without hesitation, though not without showing effects you may notice. The first of which might be her whimper which barely makes its way past a few notes from the very edge of hearing. Her eyes half-lid, her breath catches... no, nothing she can think of right now would contradict anything in your claim. So that when your paw grazes the floral pattern of her work clothes (as lingerie is a long-forgotten term and meaning), she shivers within her fur... and even then she can't tear herself away from that music and gaze.

Jini's music simplifies slightly, to what can be played by one many-fingered hand on the frets, because her other hand is needed for other purposes - to touch you, to strum your fur as flickeringly as she did the strings of her guitar, to skirt near sensitive places... "It's just so much more wonderful to do whatever people want you to," she breathes, shimmering light and gentle mind-coaxing rhythms and loving latex touch across a nipple all giving you a surge of soft pleasure at that thought.

Lupe is puffing out soft wisps of air from a slow pant that she's taken up - it's like her mind is rebelling at the cool feel of the silk and instead reports that the temperature is raising instead. That you might be the cause of it... well, it never crosses her mind. She wants to ask a question, raise a paw, something to try and lift otherwise leaden limbs, and yet all she can muster is a slight 'mmmhmm' from deep in her throat. She scarcely even dares to breathe, fearful of driving away that fluttering touch like a bird from a newly-placed feeder. And in this case, the little blackened teats pressing up against their confines should be proof enough of where to feed.

Jini plays you, and guitar, at once, the low throbbing pleasure rippling through you the bass and drive to the drifting swirls her hand teases from the strings and the endless miles of circuitry within herself. The colors of Charm swirl around you, shining brighter and more beautiful, the buibbly underscore of happy calls in the distance... Jini smiles, and the whole of your world smiles, as She leans forwards to kiss your throat. "Would you like to go further?" She asks, querying whatever little hint of will and choice may be unswayed by her soothing, entrancing, multi-sensory caress...

Lupe opens her muzzle to say something, anything! But it's as if the kiss has robbed the very voice from her throat... The touches and music, sights, sounds... even the very smell of the place all add and double in upon themselves, seemingly surrounding her with a physical aura of happiness. There is that nugget of self-will, of course, in her seperated wall (which is residing back in Down) - for her own part, she mutely nods a yes, but moves little else.

Jini lifts her guitar from her shoulders, setting it reverently aside on the soft ground, using both hands to play _you_ now. She seeks the touches that will please you, the huge antennae of her ears catching the slightest gasp, perhaps even some part of what serves you as a nervous system. Her mouth moves about you, kissing here and there on your front. When lips purse against a nipple, then depart, they leave it at once tingling and strangely sensationless, for her saliva momentarily is something rubbery and bright-colored and clinging. She looks into your eyes again, humming softly, a simple melody with nothing of the earlier complexity and playfulness of her guitar-playing, just a hypnotic little loop that resonates perfectly with your mind. There's nothing to decide, is there? (Somebody thinks that. Maybe you.) It's so much fun to just relax, and take pleasure in what everyone needs of you.

Lupe actually is being served by one of the implants the ToyMakers use - it's part of how the stone and metal creature can attain organic form. As such, it's a painstaking recreation of a biologic entity, right down to nervous systems and consciousness. Her control is by and large gone by this point, and her pitiful whimpers and mews should be a fitting substitution for the bell chorus of before. Her fish-out-of-water muzzle lolls a mottled tongue at the kiss, with that searing sensation going right through the fabric coverings. So little to think upon, so little to order... it lulls her within your net - making her head start to sway and shoulders to slump. Were she capable of it, she'd apologize for her posture, but even that doesn't rouse the relaxing figure.

Jini is able to use the old, well-refined routines, thanks to that. Showing the remote, hiding wall the no-mind beauty of submission and obedience can wait; the little rabbit's concern now is with the creature of flesh before her, this beautiful, pliable, happy hyena. "Who will you obey?" She murmurs, and the answer rises to your lips, without any conscious thoughtL "Everybody." And Jini smiles at that, the sight of her delight a wonderful, divine thing, accompanied by subsonic urges and expert fluttering touches and a wave of beautiful, perfect pink through your body, mind floating atop it like a cork in a filling water-glass...

Lupe doesn't lift her head from how a cheek-ruff presses against her shoulder in the waning moments of self-will. She can scarcely make out your face in the corner of her vision, but that smile sends a thrill through her like no other, and even breathes a modicum of life back into her smallish tail. There's no answer to be found on her lips, save the one mimed from you. Obey everyone? Of course, should it make them happy.

Jini icks her fingers, then draws spirals about your bosom, something strange in the touch - left in the fur, somehow deposited straight through the lingere, is smooth, clear latex, slowly expanding. "Obedience is wonderful," she says. "Not thinking is bliss." She smiles, and her lmuzzle meets yours, a warm and sensuous kis slowly beginning. The music continues in your mind, slow cycling hums and melodies, a song to dance through every moment to, a song that knows what you should do at any moment, leaving you to simply... enjoy. The way your body tingles with a new eagerness for pleasure, a pleasant anticipatory ache for it and an ovewwhelming flood of it when it comes. From a dextrous and expertly-programmed many-fingered touch, in this case; from who else in the future?

Lupe's distantly aware of the deposits being left in her fur by those wandering touches; the simplistic nervous system is hard to fool in those regards, and that pelt flattens and vanishes under the spreading stain. Whispered commands slip in amidst that music, giving her focus in her unthinking body - she's left in a detached state within herself, wrapped within a blanket of music and words while those eyes continue to look out upon her own body acting without her. She can even hear a mimicry of a cackle-murr come from her throat, though it's muffled into your kiss. Perhaps you've come to take the last breath of free air from her, or merely to sample the soft caress of a short, broad tongue amidst that squared muzzle. Already she can feel the flickers and twitches of limbs that want to act but lack purpose; it's like a fire lapping at the pads of her paws, but without the means or wish to relieve that burning.

Jini takes your will, not your breath, and leaves behind pleasure, nerves tingling in a body halfway cloaked now in soft, pliable, thick latex, gleaming softly in the shifting colored lights of Charm. The rabbit is, herself, only doing what she's been told, showing you the bliss she spends every moment in some measure of, the pleasant anticipation of _waiting for a command_. "Nobody would ever tell you to do anything that would hurt you, lovely girl," She says, as Her shining face moves from your vision, slipping lower, the rabbit's somewhat exaggerated bosom shifting against your fur. "No will, no desire beyond that to please. Just happiness, nothing but happiness." Soft rubber lips kiss your nether fleshy ones. "I love you," She says.

Lupe is also doing what she's been told: precisely nothing, save what is required for her continued existance. Dimly aware is how she would describe her knowledge of the slow creep of that latex over her body - with the flickering of lights and colors about her plus her own lack of movement, she can't see what color it is (if any). Neither can she see you once you slip out of her line of vision; it's a maddening feeling, almost painful in her mind's battle with body, song, and whispered word. Still, scarcely more than a few twitches manifest, perhaps sparked by your lips touching the wisp of fabric hiding darkling lips under a raven thatch of fur. Love? Love is happiness, the most sincere kind... *that* would get a blush out of all the thinly-furred areas, even the portion you kiss.

Jini's hands slide across Lupe, leaving trails of pale yellow latex exuded from her palms, massaged into the hyena's fur, touching her encasing her caressing her loving her, even as Jini's tongue plays soft loops around Lupe's sex. A moment of realization makes the rabbit laugh, and give an order: "You should orgasm as often as you care to." She giggles, and continues her soft worship and transformation of Lupe, probing slowly into her, nimble fingers quivering over her body, pink yellow white glowing pleasure nervefire rippling through the hyena...

Foolsmate wanders back in, feeling unaccountably shy.
Jini looks up for a moment, beaming a radiant smile at Foolsmate. "Hello, sir!" she purrs. "She wanted to learn what it's like to have no will. Like me!"
Foolsmate stands and ponders. "If neither of you have will, where do your ideas come from?"
You say, "You don't need will to be creative! And I'm under general orders to spread beauty and love, like any Doll."
Foolsmate relaxes visibly. "Oh, well, as long as that's clear, we don't need to go into the semantics of where will begins and ends."

Lupe is confined into her prison, comprised of her own still body, for seeming minutes, hours... it's hard to guage time when ones mind registers a touch, then plays it over and over again on a mental replay. That those touches seek to further entomb her within that spreading shell of canary latex adds a definite spice to all the attentions, and gives her cause to flicker those coated muscles. Mentally, though, she's a wreck: all of the waiting, the anticipation of having an order to follow - it's burned away a large potion of her just in that waiting. Now that she has that order, she'll fulfill it with abandon! So that while Jini nuzzle and probes at her sex with that tongue, the hyena starts to whimper and moan... both her own mind and that tongue each gnaw at her body, driving it to climax quite swiftly indeed. A moment of relaxing... and then another... and again. Just enough pause from one to another to keep her from burning herself out and succumbing to the darkness.

I would've offered her to Foolsmate at this point, but it was determined that players were getting sleepy. Oh well! There's other chances!

Jini nods happily at Foolsmate, and returns to making Lupe's emptiness a blissed-out Nirvana of the body. Something sinks into her from the rabbit's fingers, something that tickles her nerves, a hint of the enhancements Jini recieved long ago. The rabbit slips up Lupe's body, holding her close, curling about her, supporting her, whispering sweet songs of bliss and emptiness and obedience, telling her how wonderful it feels, to be like this for months, to do _anything_, to be everyone's ready toy and only some little corner of her self still aware, sitting back and watching with bliss...
Jini half-covers Lupe in yellow, slippery sheen of caution and passion, giving her a hint of the look so often coordinated with this state of mind, and one suitable to her semi-adopted new home of Charm...

Foolsmate walks around behind Lupe. "I wonder, then, what would happen if I were sculpted around her. We are both art; would we feel together whatever I choose to do in a shared, mixed-media body?"
Lupe is so busily floating on a self-imposed sea of bliss from that one command rippling through her, that one could drive a truck into her and she wouldn't be aware of it. The small whatever-it-was? Completely missed. But then, there's not much the somewhat empty 'yena could say or do one way or the other even if she were aware; she hasn't been told to notice, after all. The thoughts are all she's left with, wrapped tightly within her bliss and song to where it restrains her in place. Perhaps so much as a uluating moan pushes past her throat for the bunny's ears.

Jini shivers, her body quite sympathetic to the hyena, blue gloves of hands squeezing her tightly. And she smiles softly, purring suggestions, slowly bringing her down to a wider sense of the world: _Process what your senses tell you - be aware of opportunities to increase others' pleasure..._ And most likely she samples that moan for later use. Even amidst this, music drives her deep.

Jini leaves little subtle bits of neurolinguistic programming, little clusters of lovingly invading nanoassemblers, along with the partial sheathing of yellow - feedback loops, reinforcements, new shapes of thought for the next few days. The loving, servile mind of a Bubble Doll will be Lupe's world for a time, the bliss of not being able to think anything negative, a nervous system tuned for exquisite peaks of pleasure. Bliss, no-mind, love. Obedience, and cleverness in that. And when it slowly unwinds from her, it will be slow, and pleasant, leaving behind wonderful clouds of memory...

Lupe slumps into that holding embrace, as control slips, pleasure overruns her, and her brain simply fries... Probably looks like she took a header into a barrel of latex, but she scarcely minds that or anything else. For now, rest. Rest, and the wonderful blankness of pleasant dreams.

Then some OOC tips on How to Be A Bubble Doll. It's not just the sex! It's spreading happiness!

Silliness and not-so-silliness!

Wed, 16 Jun 2004 16:32:58 GMT

The northward path leads you up a corroded stairway and toward the edge of the uppermost floor.

Galleria: Waterfall Lookout

{ An art-ruin, overlooking a long run of waterfalls. )

System bobs slightly. "Hello, Jini. This is Blue. It appears to be a nanomachine colony which is having some difficulties with function at the moment, so it has borrowed a telepresence drone."
FF0000 stops babbling for a moment and scans Jini. "PRETTY!" it squeals, and races over to her. The bright red appearance of the drone apparently contrasting with it being named Blue.
Jini wanders in quietly, guitar on her back, and leans on the railing, ears aimed at the rushing water. She giggles, almost knocked over by the drone's screeching halt. "Hi, Blue!" she says, hugging the red drone. "Oooh, it's confused and settling into its programming!"
System bobs in rapid amusement, light flashing from within it. Eventually it flashes up more text. "Blue appears to enjoy blue entities."
FF0000 twists back and forth in Jini's arms for a moment. "We're not confused. Just forgetful. Which can be confusing sometimes. Maybe we are confused? I'm not sure. I guess that means we are."
Jini squeezes the drone against her, snugged against the blue orbs of her latex tits. "Forgetful leads to confused, if you worry about the past! I can't, so I don't get confused about that. Or much of anything now!"
System buzzes briefly. "Bubble Doll."
FF0000 glows a brighter red as its entire visual field is consumed by pale blue latex. "Ahhhhhh" it sighs, with perfect contentment. "Are you my mommy?"
Jini looks up at System and grins. "Yes?"
System text-manifests, "Bubble Dolls upset my emotional stability."
Jini skews her ears for a moment, confused. "Mommy? Oh! I don't THINK I've ever created any offspring, though I don't know everything that happened in my trainee period!"
System buzzes slightly. "I am sure you are oh so happy that your blueness makes Blue happy, Jini."
FF0000 ponders for a moment. "I'm probably too sophisticated to have been built by a trainee. Oh well. You're really pretty." Since its visual field is consumed by Jini's chest, it's unaware of what System is manifesting.
Jini smiles at System. "I am! I'm sorry my lifestyle choice upsets you, too. I can just try and stay away from you in the future if that'll make you happy!"
System drifts to one side. "I believe I would rather that you not factor my desires into your decisions at all, Jini. Except, of course, for my desire for you not to factor in my desires."
Jini blinks at System a little. "Okay! I'll do that!"
System bobs cheerily. "I assert my gratitude, Jini."
Jini pets the drone. This involves much squeaking of latex on metal and plastic hull. "Thank you! The Dolls who converted my body said they had a lot of fun!"
FF0000 has a feeling that it's missing out on something, and twists itself in Jini's arms, which involves even more squeaking and quite a bit of rubbing. After a while, it's able to focus a visual acuitor on System.
System text-manifests, "Of course they had a lot of fun. They would believe they were enjoying themselves if Besax were slowly torturing them to death in the most gruesome fashion imaginable."
Jini giggles. "We do have self-preservation routines, System! We do generally prefer to keep living so we can have more fun, and make more people happy. I'd try and get away but I wouldn't be _scared_ or anything, that's so paleo-cerebral and unDoll!"
FF0000 carefully factors in a desire to not factor in System's desire that its desire not to have its desires considered shouldn't be considered. It doesn't seem to help.
System drifts to one side. "And if Besax requested that you stay?"
Jini shimmies a little, giggling at the feeling of the little probe twisting, vibrations running through her soft body. "I'd probably be distracted by a shadow behind him and not hear it. Besides, Her Submissive Majesty ordered me not to treat Besax's orders as more than a suggestion, if I ran into him."
FF0000 murmurs philosophically to itself. "Am I a bubble doll? I don't seem to be interested in making other people happy, I seem to be interested in making myself happy. Then again, I am infinitely more people than anyone else I know, so, taking the numbers into account, I might just be a bubble doll that's doing the right thing for the majority."
System bobs. "Acknowledged. This assertion clarifies your distraction at an earlier suggestion of mine. The self-defensive provisions of Bubble Doll programming are... entertaining."
You say, "If you were a Doll, you'd _probably_ know, Blue. But you might not! It's mostly about making other people happy, so I bet you're just yourself."
System bobs. "Which, I assert, is far more pleasant to me than the alternative."
FF0000 squeals delightedly. "Ooooh! I like it when things are entertaining!" It starts squirming about again. "So, if I can just get into the right position, I could try to push you off the cliff, right? That sounds like fun!"
You say, "Sure! I bounce!"
Jini takes her guitar off and sets it on a bench. Death-blossom, one presumes, doesn't bounce as well as Jini.
System spends a long moment wishing it could sigh melodramatically.
FF0000 beeps delightedly, and engages full thrust towards the railing. Which, being a telepresence diplomacy droid, isn't really a lot of thrust.
Jini obligingly does not resist much. Soon, her butt's lodged against it and she's starting to teeter backwards. "Do you want me to take you with me, Blue? I think you're kinda stuck between my tits!"
FF0000 says, "Sure, why not?""
System drifts over to the two irrational entities teetering at the railing, flashing text up. "Such irrational entities."
"Okay!" The rabbit giggles, and stops resisting as she grabs the drone and hugs it to her buxom, but fairly light body. And its thrusters carry them both over the railing. "Cut your antigrav! Cut it! Wheee!" she squeals, as they begin to slowly descend, her weight a bit more than the drone's hover circuitry can handle.
FF0000 cuts its antigrav as it looks at System's text. "Irrational?" it asks. Oh yes, it isn't who it usually is, it's manifesting via a droid. Droids break much more easily than clouds of nanomachinery do - for one thing, they can't reassemble themselves into parachutes. Perhaps falling off the railing might not be such a good idea. Hmmm. It's a bit late for that now.

Jini's arms and legs flail as she falls, her gleeful squeals vanishing into the white noise of the waterfall. Eventually, from System's vantage point, she and Blue have just... vanished.
System drifts off away from the railing, reflecting on the annoying nature of Dolls.
FF0000 hits the water with a loud bang, and sends a massive electrical discharge into the sky. "Irrational? Irrational! Irrational. Oh dear. We've broken it."
System flashes more text up, mostly to itself. "I told it..."
Jini, after a bit, wanders in. It's unclear if it's the same Jini, precisely - maybe she fell apart and didn't get destroyed in the electric explosion, maybe she just got restored quickly. But she picks up her guitar and slings it on her back, giggling. "Blue's fun! I hope it survived that."
FF0000 floats back up towards the railing, belching large amounts of dirty, black smoke. "Yay! We are fun! And it knows we are fun! Blue wonders if it has parents, maybe it has parents that make blue children?"
System bobs. "I assert hope it will repair its nanomachine colony sufficiently to operate on its own, soon."
FF0000 wavers uncertainly in front of System. "Good be would the that. Droid operation, getting hard."
Jini kisses Blue's hull, unmindful of the smoke. "Let's do that again sometime!"
System text-manifests, "I shall speak with you later, Blue."
FF0000 squeals happily. "It was of the fun!" Then it turns towards System, listing to one side as it does. "OK - later the read you, System."
FF0000 heads for the path, belching smoke continuously as it does. But it's too late for the droid, whose antigrav unit gives out a last cough, and it falls to the ground.
FF0000 has disconnected.

System buzzes for a moment. "You broke it, Jini."
Jini picks the broken drone up and smiles. "It'll get re-instantiated next time the Functions want to let someone visit!"
System drifts to one side. "Yes..."
Jini pirouettes. "Here you go, Puzzlebox! Back to raw matter, this one's used up!" She tosses the drone into the air, and it blips out of existance in a little haze of complex-to-simple decompilation.
System text-manifests, "I had been enjoying speaking with it, even if it was confused."
Jini tilts her head. "The nanos running it were safe - didn't you see the little encapsulation of them in the decompilation?"
System text-manifests, "Yes, Blue itself is safe, but nonetheless it terminates this conversation."
You say, "There'll be others."
System bobs. "Acknowledged."
Jini smiles, casually unconcerned about your pleasure now. As ordered!
System text-manifests, "It is far nicer to have a Bubble Doll who isn't obsessed with my pleasure, you know."
Jini smiles. "You're silly, System!"
System text-manifests, "Why do you assess this, Jini?"
Jini brushes a loose hunk of hair from her face, dragging the damp strands between her delicate fingers. "You just are! I've never met anyone who _didn't_ like to tell us Dolls what to do!"
System drifts to one side. "Exerting control over another sentient entity is distasteful. It pleases me not to inadvertantly control your behavior."
Jini sits down on a bench, giggling. "It pleases me to be controlled, System! I had a taste of the programming before I had my mind and body changed - if anything, I'm no more or less a puppet now than when I was being shuttled about the Fever Cathedral, learning my appointed role in the Final Gig; I'm this because I chose to be!"
System drifts. "Acknowledged..."
System bobs slightly. "Did I ever tell you about Ataxia?"
Jini picks up her guitar and plays a slow ever-descending pattern, new lines fading in at the higner freuencies as the runs of notes fade off the bottom of her guitar's register, the tonalities blending with the constant hiss of the water. "No - you haven't!" She smiles. "Does she please you?"
System bobs happily. "I love her..."
Jini grins. "I'm happy for you!"
System bobs. "Acknowledged. She is even younger than I am."
System pauses for a moment. "Would a Bubble Doll feel fear if something outside the Mess threatened to destroy the Mess? It seems to circumvent the reasoning for the abandonment of fear..."
You say, "We don't fear, System! Fear siezes the mind and drives it in unpleasant directions, fear drives fully-biological minds to act without thinking!"
System text-manifests, "The irony of your comments is profound."
Jini giggles. "I can think when I need to! And if something was threatening to destroy the Mess, we Dolls would do what we thought neccesary to stop it." She smiles, looking at her hands caressing the strings of Death-blossom. "We'd just arrive at different solutions from someone ruled by fear and survival-mind."
System bobs. "Survival mentality is indeed useful when survival is at stake, Jini."
Jini grins. "So is love and compassion."
"Do you know of a threat to the Mess, System?" Jini asks. "Or is this philosophy? I'm really not a very philosophical girl outside of the realm of music theory."
System buzzes heavily for a moment. "Jini, the Bubble Dolls are a group that exists only because an outside entity exerts all its capacity to permit their existence. They are supremely poorly adapted to deal with safeguarding their own survival. I know of no direct and immediate threat, although there are several potential long-term threats. The universes contain immense variety, and there are threats to many universes."
Jini giggles. "If it pleases you to think of us as helpless, then do so."
System bobs. "Acknowledged."
Jini looks up at System again. "I hope I'm not being rude tonight! I haven't been overdoing it in my efforts to be seen to not care about your pleasure, have I?"
System bobs cheerily. "Your courtesy has been acceptable. And your query shows that I might as well not have bothered. If you prefer, you can discard the request I made of you."
Jini giggles, the hearts on her cheeks glowing softly. "I think you'd be happier if I didn't!"
System drifts to one side. "It is my assessment that your concern for my happiness is already excessive, and so the request failed in its purpose."
You say, "But I'll make you happier if I don't try to make you happy, so I won't!"
System buzzes quietly in place. "Acknowledged, Jini."
Jini grins. "I'll have to ask Queen Theeka for her opinion on this after I play her mid-morning song," she says. "My programming may be slipping a little!"
System drifts quietly to one side. "Why do you assess your programming might be slipping? It would be my preference that it slip away, but it is my assessment that your programming includes elements intended to defend itself against desires of others the fulfillment of which would terminate your programming."
You say, "My programming is me now!"
You say, "Part of me."
System bobs. "And why do you believe it may be slipping?"
You say, "Because I think I was a little rude to you!"
Jini giggles.
You say, "And that _almost_ worries me, and I shouldn't be ABLE to worry now!"
System lets out a heavy buzz. "If it makes you feel better about having been rude to me, you can try and make me happy. I'm sure it will confuse you far less..."
Jini laughs. "I'm fine, System! I'm just still getting used to these new ways of thinking!"
System drifts to one side. "Acknowledged." It pauses for a moment, whirling. "The Galleria is aesthetically pleasing, is it not?"
Jini nods. "It's so beautiful! It's decaying like so much of Down was, so there's a pleasant little touch of nostalgia for me, too!"
System buzzes quietly. "The decay is not so pleasant, but I can still observe the remnants of old order overlaid by elements providing new order."
Jini nods. "There's at least nine songs in it!"
System bobs slightly. "Could you clarify?"
You say, "Inspiration! Themes to play with, ideas to suggest, sounds to borrow..."
System bobs cheerily. "Acknowledged. If you wish, you can reach my habitation from the Galleria..."
You say, "I can? I didn't know! I thought you lived i Up?"
System bobs cheerily. "I do. I established a pair of gates, you see."
System text-manifests, "Do you wish to observe?"
Jini stretches. "I should probably be off to Charm. I've gathered sounds and inspiration from the Galleria and need to play with them for tomorrow."
System bobs. "Acknowledged. I assert my hope that you experience success in composing your songs."
System heads southward along the path.

IMHO, the Dolls are a lot more subtle than System gives them credit for, and a lot more capable of self-defense when it's needed. Of course, the harmless image is _part_ of their defense and their power. And the fact that Jini was sort of hinting this is the main reason she's wondering if her programming is a little off - she's allowed to vaguely know these things, but she really shouldn't be so open with it, and she's worried that she ever even _thought_ of telling System that she, and every Doll, would happily do what they needed to for the survival of their home, of other people, and of themselves.

Well, she'd be worried about it if that was an emotion she could really feel any more!

More dancing about architecture!

Mon, 14 Jun 2004 17:49:07 GMT

This kinda feels like it's on the border of posting sex! it was a lot of fun, though, and jamming with one of your heros on the second night of your new life (this is from the 9th) is _pretty rocking_. I don't know if I'll put up too much more of this sort of thing, I feel a little embarrassed next to some of the big plot and metaphysics stuff. But if you run into me around the Mess, I'm always ready to jam for or with you!

Forward Observation Dome
[...]
Now, the end of this room is virtually open to space, the fourty metre wide round hole protected and sealed over with a huge, harder-than-diamond window that looks out onto the universe, the eye of the Orion. The view beyond is spectacular; three galaxies fill the frame with countless more as specks in the distance, billions of lightyears apart. The three filling the frame are a massive bluish-white spiral arm galaxy, and two smaller silver and white cloud galaxies nearby.

Contents:
Heta
"D"
Heta extends one of her most especially long tentacles, turning the glistening rubbery suckers on its leaf-broadened end toward D.
Jini wanders in, looking around and playing little tunes of resampled moans and machine noises, a soundtrack for exploring the Orion.
Heta eyes D's head with an enormous eye turned toward her. "I can only describe your hair as beautiful! Hi, another beautiful one."
Jini kisses Heta on the lips, quite an ordinary protocol for one Doll meeting another. "Hi!' she breathes. "And hi..." Her eyes go wide. "_D_..."
"D" grins at Heta. "Well, thanks. I think of changing it every once in a while, but some things just feel RIGHT, y'know?" She turns at the sound of Jini's instrument, waves, and raises an eyebrow at the rabbit's reaction. "Uh, hi. Do I know you?"
Jini's face purples, pink hearts manifesting on her blue latex cheeks. "No, Miss D. Um, ah," She looks down, abruptly humble, giggling. "Um, I'm a big fan of the Spiral, um, hi, I'm Jini Bubble Pain, ummm, wait..."
"D" laughs. "Oh, yeah? I didn't think our stuff went over big with the Dolls. It's very cool to hear otherwise." She holds out a gloved paw, and wrfs, "Nice to meet ya, Jini. No point in introducin' myself, I guess!"
Jini reaches out a many-fingered hand to D's, and lowers her head to kiss it. "I'm honored! You're my favorite vocalist _ever_." She giggles. "Most Dolls don't understand your music, it is true. I was Fever Cathedral before I was a Bubble Doll."

[ ...D is ex-Cathedral too, and parted under reasonably casual circumstances. Never mind history, I wanna rock! Oh, Heta and Frostbyte were flirting and fucking during this, but Heta's connection broke, poor squid! ]

You say, "I still believe the right power chords and riffs can end the world, and I know I'm good enough to play them - but I'd rather just have fun and make people happy with music and myself!"
"D" nods to Jini, and replies. "Works for me." Aware that her skepticism is established, she doesn't seem inclined to harp on it.
Jini nods. And blushes again. "Um... would you... um..." She lifts her guitar from her body, ducking her head under the strap, a coiled cord swinging between the instrument and the rabbit's stomach. "I know this is forward for a Doll, and I know I *just* met you, but I'm just such a big fan, I can't resist... Would you play a few licks on Death-blossom for me?" Evidently she means the delicate sixteen-string guitar, heart-shaped body and all.
"D" chuckles, her eyebrows arched in pleasant surprise. She unstraps Thorshammarr from her back and sets the hulking machine to one side, then carefully accepts the guitar, handling it with the respect of one who understands. She shoulders its strap, grins at Jini, and replies, "Sure, if ya want me to. Gotta warn you, though, I was only OK at my best. S'why I mostly gave it up for songwriting, yeah? ...And now I'm years out of practice, besides."
Jini just about... no, she's a Bubble Doll; there's no 'just about comes' for her. She arches her body in pleasure, whimpering, eyes mere slits as a ripple of undifferentiated pleasure shoots through her body, sexual and otherwise. "OhhhHhhh, that's fine! I know A and H did most of the guitar work in Death Spiral, but I always loved the little bits you added, too." She giggles merrily. "There's a wonderful madness to your playing."
"D"'s mismatched eyes grow VERY wide at Jini's reaction. She glances down at the guitar, focuses on its cord, then slowly traces her eyes along the cable until it disappears right into the doll's body. Two and two suddenly equal a rather amusing four, and she grins, cradling the guitar a little tighter in her leather-swaddled arms. "Thanks, hon. Awright, then..." She plucks at a few strings, experimentally, testing the instrument's sound, then launches herself right into a crunchy series of riffs, fast-paced yet slow-building, something that would make a good opener for a speed-metal track.
Jini hasn't even jacked her axe into the _obvious_ place on her body. That would be a little too forward.
Jini grins in eager anticipation: one of her favorites is about to... and D does. The rabbit's ears unfold, flexing to the sides, and the fact that D's playing comes out amplified and fuzzed-up into heavy slabs of doom makes it clear that the bunny's a living amp, processor module, and speaker, as well as a guitarist. She tweaks the dial of one of her nipples, bringing the volume to something that fills, but doesn't quite overwhelm the observation bubble.
"D"'s lips slowly peel back to reveal closed canine teeth, somewhat smoke-faded but still strong and bright, a bit of tightness in her jaw betraying her concentration. As she slips from the "intro" into something suitable for the main body of this improvised song, steady and fast, strong and deep and straight to the gut, her playing is perfectly competent; she doesn't drop or misplace notes, or let her timing slip out of true. There's a certain misplaced formality to it, though; this is not the natural, effortless thing to her that hacking or singing or composition are.
Jini's many fingers twitch in sympathy, echoing and anticipating D's fingering and picking. Strange echos of the collie's playing come from Jini's speaker-ears, both the raw grinding growl of heavy guitar and weird swirls of resampled and overlaid and hyperdistorted chords and riffs D has given her. Jini is rapt, little plastic tongue peeping out of her lips beside the buck teeth; strange beasts move through the forest of D's improvisation, delayed and repeated and... changed.
[OOC] Jini is traditional in terms of her apocalyptic beliefs, but she is not at all traditional in her beliefes as to what are appropriate choices for effects to apply to guitars. Especially after the Dolls injected a love for glitchy bleep music into her brain alongside her inbuilt Metal Love. She's hardcore progrock now.
"D" blinks a few times at the curious things Jini's selfsystem does to the sounds she produces on the curious doll-guitar, and slowly, as she adjusts to their unusual twists and distortions, finds herself beginning to like them; her almost-grimace of concentration gradually changes, a twitch at a time, into something closer to a grin. She lets her eyes drift shut, and gracefully curves her long body back into an arch, her song slipping smoothly into a slower section, full of big, long wailings...
Jini sways and quivers, grinning at the pleasure of the music, and the pleasure playing it and hearing it thrown back changed is growing in D. She stands on the tips of her large feet, black hair swirling around her as she half-dances to the music, cables swaying, ripples of glittering potential sparking along them and the strings of her guitar in D's hands. Skittering twitching jittering noises weave about D's long, pure notes, lifting and enhancing and agreeing with their oblique statements of passion...
"D"'s off-the-cuff song slows, slows, sl-o-ows down to something almost mournful. Just as a final keening note oozes from Death-Blossom and is held, the collie takes advantage of her distant biological heritage, tipping her head back and letting out a low, echoing, wonderfully spooky howl that melts right into that last instrumental tone. At last, she opens her eyes and evens her gaze out, grinning at Jini. Though her playing wasn't exactly virtuoso, the smoothness of the improvisation does say good things about her skill in composition; she certainly didn't insult the instrument.
Jini lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding (wasn't sure she needs to, any more) and moans passionately. "That was... that was wonderful, D," she says, sinking to her knees, the cable connecting her to her guitar stretching easily. "Thank you, thank you."
Jini grins. "Rockin'," she adds, with an emphaticly Satanic gesture of approval. You can take the girl out of the Fever Cathedral, but...
"D"'s grin widens a little, and anyone standing close enough and paying close enough attention might notice a little flush appearing on the insides of her ears. She laughs warmly, flashes the horns sign back at Jini, then rises and walks over to the lapine-doll. She crouches down to return the guitar, and in the process, cranes her head forward and gently kisses the rabbit's lips. "Glad ya liked it, sweetie."
Jini rises up to meet D, kissing her with reflexive, programmed passion, as her hands close around her guitar, hyper-flexible latex fingers brushing just-as-flexible gloved ones. "I loved it more than words," she murmurs.
Jini smells rather obviously of passion, albiet with the slight rubber-cement underscoring that Dolls sometimes have. She gleams and glistens and all of that. But mostly she just cradles her guitar, now that much more special because D played it.
"D" seems a little surprised by the kiss's deepening, but if so, not unpleasantly enough to object. When it ends, she chuckles a little. "Wow. Guess maybe I'm a little better'n I thought..." A wink. "Course, you DID help! Anyway, I better get a move on for now, but hey, it was really cool meetin' ya..." She grins, and pats Jini playfully on the rump before climbing back to her feet. "And I'm sure I'll see ya 'round. We'll do it again sometime."
"Maybe next time I'll play, and you can _sing_," Jini says, and grins. "Thanks a lot!"

Jini's not really a plot-heavy character, though she could get swept up into it. There's a big obvious hook of "drag her back to Fever Cathedral" except there's not really anyone that interested in getting into the Cathedral's good graces, and she's a pretty heavy magic-slinger in theory. But mostly, well, she's a Bubble Doll. She wants to make people happy!

She also seems to have ended up as Theeka's court musician. Yay!

There's been a little OOC about what people listen to when doing a scene with Jini. I'm not sure exactly what she'd sound like - "three really good, really experimental guitarists playing at once" is a start - but I can't listen to ANYTHING when I'm doing her music poses. I think writing out these weird metaphors must use the same part of my brain that listening to music does, or something.

It's _fun_ to play a Bubble Doll.

System text-manifests, "I am glad the people of Upwarp are not willing to accept the steps that Admin was attempting to take."
System buzzes heavily in place for a moment.
Calamity britishly says, "Wha' were they going to do?"
System drifts to one side. "Apply hypnopaedic conditioning to the entire population so as to exert full mind control."
"Oh! That sounds like FUN!,"Jini says to System's description. "Mind control is just *wonderful*."
System buzzes heavily. "Jini, you would increase my pleasure by saying nothing at all for the rest of the conversation."
Amanita bites her lip lightly. "Any special thing they were going to control people for in Up?"
System drifts quietly. "They just desired more control. Free will was too much of an inconvenience to them."
Serelix huffs. "Thus," he murmurs, "speaks the puppet-master."
System text-manifests, "Puppet-master?"
Jini takes her hand from the strings and flicks a switch on her guitar; the frets _snick_ into the neck. Her playing shifts to eerie theremin-like sounds that underscore the conversation like a dramatic sci-fi movie.
Calamity britishly says, "'e's no puppe' master. 'e's jus' a puppe', 'imself."
System buzzes heavily for a moment. "I am not a puppet."
System text-manifests, "I am myself."
vwEEEt, vwEEET, vwEEET, the Doll's eerie playing accents Calamity's comment. And shifting atonal swirls slightly mock System's declaration.

Backstory!

Fri, 11 Jun 2004 18:40:42 GMT

(A file floating in the datasphere near the subject's identity.)

Hi! Some people have been saying I'm just not what they expect from a Bubble Doll, and looking confused. Well, I don't want to make anyone _confused_, that's not nice - so here's the story so far on this girl!

You probably think I was turned into a walking, talking stomp box when I got Dolled. Nope! I was made this way by the Fever Cathedral. They took the skills of a bunch of the best axemen they had and mixed them together, and built this rabbit girl with some extra fingers and a bunch of effects hidden in her body, and dumped it all into her head. I was gonna be part of the Great Gig that ends the universe! I gigged all around the Fever, jamming with a lot of their most hard-core traditionalists, learning the rock-n-roll magic I'd need to be able to do to figure out the Last Riff and play it. I even spent some time with the Darkwavers in Strange!

And, well, I was a good girl, I learned it all, I _love_ playing the guitar, and it was _great_ to trade licks with all these other rockers, and to jam with some of the best the Cathedral had, but one day it just hit me like a tower of amps falling on my head from some bad pyro... if I helped out with the Great Gig, I wouldn't ever get _better_ after that, 'cause the world would be ended!

So I just split. I wiped off the mascara and peeled off the glitter body stocking and everything, and I grabbed my axe Death-blossom and ran off with some Bubble Dolls who were helping out with a gig! One thing led to another, and I joined the Dolls. Got laminated, got bigger tits, spent a while as a happy pliant giggly toy! It was a blast, it was one long blur of fun! I probably fucked some of you out there and don't even remember it! But eventually the basic Doll programming got layered under the higher levels, and I was ready to start thinking again. And to start playing the _guitar_ again!

I guess most of you have only met newbie-Dolls. The new recruits who're just there for your pleasure, there to show you how wonderful it is to be a Doll and not have all those silly negative emotions. And I'm still that! But there's more to us - we love _creativity_ and making beauty, and music's just wonderful stuff! The Dolls who recruited and reshaped me saw what I was, and some of their best, happiest techs were _full_ of glee to do a lot of upgrading on my gear along with the obvious latex-squeaky-giggly changes. Membrane speakers overlaid in the ears, and all these _crazy_ processors and samplers and delays and stuff, and new input jacks right through my erogenous zones, oh, it's _bliss_ now! Whole new universes of music are opening up to me and I'm going to mix them _all_ up, I'm not just heavy metal thunder any more! Most Cathedralites would probably call me a vile progrock fusion heretic, but I'm not - I'm still serving the _music_ and that's what it's _really_ all about! You can be wonderfully loud _whatever_ the genre!

So good old Death-blossom's out of storage, with a new body too (all the fake blood and sharp steel accents just didn't feel right any more) but the same lingering spells and bindings, and back in my hands. And I'm ready to _rock_ the Mess. 'Cause I love it. Wanna jam?

Short and sweet!

Fri, 11 Jun 2004 02:23:30 GMT

I had a silly idea! Sorry I kinda rail-roaded everyone and didn't stick around - it was just a quickie.

This is Jini in a capsule, if you don't want to plow through the guitar fight from the other night. It sort of sums up a lot of what this character's all about, although the cheerful submissiveness is absent. She's on a creative high and has to SHARE it and make everyone ELSE happy!

Puzzle Park

Schizzy waves to Jini
Jini wanders in, a wild grin on her face, her guitar in one hand, and a toaster in the other. A toaster? A toaster.
Charlotte-Sophia waves at the bunny. "Hi, miss rabbit!"
Schizzy says, "Hey there, Jini!"
Schizzy is sitting on Saki.
Kukulkan is amazed at the guitar. Toasters he sees every day
Jini giggles madly. "You have GOT to hear this," she says, squatting on the ground and placing the toaster in front of her. "Um... will someone help?" she asks, as she stands her guitar in front of her.
Haruki waves to Jini. "Good evening..." He peers at the toaster in vague disbelief.
Jini jacks a cable between her side and her guitar.
Schizzy says, "Whacha need, bunny?"
Haruki says, "Is this going to involve any part of the helper's body being electrocuted or put inside the toaster?"
Schizzy stands, and walks over to her.
You say, "Only if you want it to, sir!"
Kukulkan descants, "What do you need help with?"
Jini grins up at Schizzy. "Aim the toaster at the strings," she says, arranging her fingers in a complex chord on the neck of her guitar. "And pull the lever. There's bread in there already."
Jini giggles. "This is gonna be SO COOL."
Charlotte-Sophia wanders over to watch. "I'd be glad to help! Though I think you've got enough offers, miss!"
Schizzy blinks, then shrugs, and picks up the toaster, pulling down the lever as she aims it. "What's in it? Atomic toast? A heat seeking baguette, maybe?"
Kukulkan looks around. "Drat... I don't think I have the small motor control"
A beat, the heating elements warming up, glowing red. Jini lifts her ears up in anticipation, and tweaks the dial of one of her nipples, cranking it up to 12. An anticipatory hum of amplified flatline fills the air near her.
Schizzy's ears twitch a little, as that sound starts up.
Haruki takes a step back, establishing minimum safe distance and watching.
Haruki hmms. "These go to 12..." He takes another step back.
Out of the toaster comes... two well-baked slices of toast, jetting through the air to bounce off of the strings of Jini's guitar. And from her ears comes a bizarre noise, something you've simply never heard of before, something that might have _started_ as a guitar but certainly isn't any more. It's got undertones, it's got overtones, it sounds like the square root of pi, it sounds like seventeen ants having an insight as to Buddha-nature.
Charlotte-Sophia blinks.
Schizzy giggles a little, and says, "Pretty neat."
Haruki blinks, and then laughs delightedly, pulling out a lighter, flicking it and holding it aloft.
You say, "Isn't that WILD?" She jumps up, bouncing happily. "I just had to share that with SOMEONE! I'd better get back to the conservatory, though, it's adequately shielded!"
"You're the strangest Bubble Doll I've EVER met," Charlotte-Sophia marvels.
Haruki says, "That was truly... genius. But surely you're going to have to make some kind of automated, rapid-fire toast launcher for concerts! I'd be happy to help with that...""
Schizzy says, "Shielded from what? The threat of explosive music?"
Jini grins at Haruki and bows deeply, breasts swaying. "Thanks, mme. Schizzy!" She kisses the cat's cheek. "You can keep the toaster."
Schizzy shakes her head, and says, "Nah, I don't need a toaster. I don't like toast."
You say, "Even when it has the smiling face of Theeka burnt into it?"
[OOC] Haruki says, "I was going to suggest that she could make Eggo waffles with it, but when you can instantiate heaps of fresh Belgian waffles with the condiments of choice, only a fool or an Architect would eat Eggos. :)"
Charlotte-Sophia picks up one of the slices. "Good toast," she says, after a mouthful.
Untitled climbs out from the hole at the base of the cube tree.
Untitled has arrived.
Haruki waves to Untitled, giggling. "You just missed a... singular... musical performance, Un."
Jini waves. "I have more NOISES to make!" She wiggles the candy puff of her tail and bounces down the rabbit hole.

Hello!

Wed, 09 Jun 2004 04:41:22 GMT

What a lovely way to spend my first evening as someone with a hint of self-direction again!

Puzzle Park

Roque laughs. "System is quite insistent, yes."

Stat  Name____________________  Gender_____  Species___________________________
      Jini                      female       rabbit
      Mirqur[4m idle]           male         interspectral
      Flyte[4m idle]            Male         Flyer
      Roque                     female       rabbit
      Davan                     male         electricat
---( PuzzleBox )-----------------------------------------( 5/5 Puzzle Park )---

Jini glides out of the hole beneath the Tree and dances a bit when she lands. "Hi again! And hi!"
Davan grins. "Hello.."
Flyte murmurs, "System ... is even nosier than I."
Flyte murmurs, "Hello again Jini."
Mirqur gives a wave. "Hey there."

Jini
Oh, that's definitely a Bubble Doll. You can tell a mile away. Pale blue latex rabbit, round and inviting, and a smile or more every moment of her life. Most Dolls don't carry around guitars, though.

Jini's on the short side, a little over five feet if you discount the bunny ears festooned with earrings. Like any Doll, she's constantly happy, buck teeth peeping through her smiles. The inviting latex curves of her body are interrupted here and there with the round silver circles of audio input jacks: the base of her throat, her belly-button, her wrists, the apex of her squeaky little sex, and probably a few other places. Her nipples, unsurprisingly, are dials set at the peaks of her well-rounded breasts.

Always with her, sometimes on her back, more often in her hands, is a guitar. A pale pink, its body is shaped like a heart, and it has more strings than any single-neck guitar really has a right to have. But Jini has more fingers than most - it's hard to count them when they're flying across the fretboard, but there must be at least seven on each hand. Not all of the strings that stretch past the shining silver pickups are physical, either; some are shimmering strands of energy that she plucks as easily as the steel ones.

Jini's face is round and open, designed for Cute. Her eyes are quite mobile and alive; there's an element of flirtation in her gaze most of the time, and a liquid giggling bounce to her body. The only thing she wears (if that's the word) are a few patch cords, bright-colored springs draped casually over and around her body. "Ready to rock" is the phrase that comes to mind.

Flyte murmurs, "Most residents of the puzzlebox don't visit The Mess, as I'm sure you know, and those who do, often stay in the enclaves of Up and Bottom.."
Flyte murmurs, "So we often quiz new faces pretty extensively."
Jini pirouettes, up on her long feet, then sits herself down upon a ring of Orrey and giggles. "Do I count as new? I'm from Down, after all..."
Flyte rubs Roque's shoulder gently, chirrbling.
Flyte murmurs, "You're new to us. Davan here is from Up. Davan, meet Jini, who I just met about an hour ago myself."
Davan nods. "I've found it disconcerting. I'm.. programmed, perhaps, to respect privacy highly. My business is mine alone."
Davan smiles to Jini. "Pleased to meet you."
Flyte murmurs, "You don't have to tell me, obviously, but I bet you make your home in Zeta sector.."
Mirqur's ears tilt at Jini. "Well, the dollness is new," he grins. "Didn't you used to be a Cathedralite?"
Jini twists her guitar around to her front, hooks a cable between it and her throat, and begins playing a soft, but grinding little tune. She grins. "I don't have any privacy now. I kinda like it!"
Davan doesn't answer Flyte. Perhaps he didn't hear.
Flyte murmurs, "I've never heard of a Cathedralite becoming a Bubble Doll, but I guess anything can happen."
Jini nods at Mirqur. "I realized I wouldn't get to play *guitar* any more if the universe ended. So I ditched Fever!" She grins.
Roque chuckles at that. "A reasonable answer."
Flyte murmurs, "Just having that much simple rationality probably excludes you from being a member of the Fever Cathedral faction anyway."
Mirqur grins. "Makes sense. Nice guitar, too."
Mirqur snickers at Flyte.
You say, "I think I remember you. Makksi? You used to deliver new sounds to the synth guys..."
Jini giggles. "Death-blossom got Dolled too," she says, patting the guitar.
Jini sticks her tongue out at Flyte. "I still like the idea of the Last Riff! It'd be *wicked* to play it. But... if everything ends, then I won't be able to get any *better* at playing!"
Mirqur bows. "Mirqur. Part of my voice code's hacked together from their audio processors, actually."
Onya climbs out from the hole at the base of the cube tree.
Onya has arrived.
Schizzy climbs out from the hole at the base of the cube tree.
Schizzy has arrived.
Onya nods, stepping out of the hole. "Good day," she purrs quietly to everyone.
Flyte murmurs, "Hello, Onya."
Davan dips his head. "Hello."
Flyte nods to Schizzy as well.
Schizzy waves as she climbs out, apparently just after Onya. "Hey, all!"
Roque flicks an ear towards the Tree. "Hello, Onya."
Davan gets to his feet as the crowd grows. "Perhaps.. I will.."
Mirqur wavies to Schizzy and Onya. "How do."
Schizzy says, "Do well. How you?""
Jini grins. "You must've gotten that after I went to the Darkwavers to study advanced guitromancy under Roach. I remember you being a lot more monotone. Same body, though!"
Onya smiles pleasantly to Flyte, nodding her personal greeting. She continues on. "Ah, Roque, good day."
Mirqur nods and grins. "Me good."
Schizzy hmms, then disappears.
Mirqur nods. "Same body, but solid now." He taps on an orrery ring with a clang.
Calamity climbs out from the hole at the base of the cube tree.
Flyte chirps musically in response to Onya's nod.
Jini waves happily at the new arrivals, and goes back to aimless noodling on her guitar. She oohs at Mirqur. "Nice upgrade! I always did think it was a shame you were just virch." She winks at him.
Calamity flicks her tail as she floats up out of the hole, and takes a seat on a cube tree branch.
Davan leans down to whisper to Roque.
Flyte murmurs, "Hello, Calamity."
Flyte murmurs, "I see that we're graced by a number of the rock-musically-inclined today."
[OOC] Jini says, "Somebody call Aliazarin."
Mirqur waggles his eyebrows. "Not any more," he says to Jini.

Mirqur looks up and grins. "And speaking of... Cathedral..." he says, his voice trailing off just slightly.
Calamity nods to Flyte, and says, "'allo, there," in her typical, half unintelligeble accent.
Onya hrrms, and appreciates the chirp. "Once again, you know what's appreciated," she purrs, smiling.
Calamity winks at Mirqur, and pulls Sleipnir out from its 'sheath'.

Jini gives Mirqur a look that's pretty unmistakable, even without the sampled moans of pleasure her guitar makes.

Calamity
Are you ready to rock? Are you ready to roll? Are you ready to get down and dirty with a horny rockstar lizard? 'cause that's what you've got on your hands.
Calamity, as she prefers to be called, is a six foot tall anthro lizard, with a streak of mammal, and a few streaks of god only knows what. She has long, neon green hair atop her head, which brushes along the scales on her back in the form of two waist-long pig tails, held divided by three glowing fuschia bands each, one at the base, and two more crisscrossing about halfway down. That green hair also brushes up against about half of the sheath hung from her back, which she usually either carries her guitar, Sleipnir, or a gunblade in. Hanging from the ends of either pony tail are a pair of glass globes, whose contents shift through a bevy of psychedelic colors and patterns as she moves.
Her face is framed by two more strands of that neon green hair, hanging down loosely on either side, standing out quite well against her shimmering, pale green scales, as well as her amber eyes, whose irises are in the shape of a pair of five pointed stars. Abnormal among reptiles, and many others in the area, she lacks a snout, instead having decided on a more human style of face. This doesn't prevent her from having eyeridges instead of eyebrows, however, and both of those ridges have been pierced several times, black acryliced rings sticking out from them like skeletal snakes. It also doesn't prevent her from having a forked tongue, nor, for that matter, a tongue more appropriate for a certain video game dinosaur, well over four feet in length, when stretched, and sporting half a dozen piercings. Dangling above her mouth is another ring, piercing her nasal septum, which matches up rather well with the black spike piercing down out of the underside of her chin.
At the moment, she's wearing an odd looking article of clothing, a body suit of some sort, which covers her from her neck, down to her crotch in what looks like an insect's black, chitinous body. It holds firmly around the whole of her neck, forcing her to keep her head in one position, barely allowing any movement from it, at all, making it seem a little longer and more slender, as well. Her large breasts are covered just the same, and made all the bigger looking, between the 'bodysuit' holding them up from beneath, and the fact that it pulls her waist in tightly, like a corset. Her crotch is as smooth looking as the rest of her body that's covered by the suit, not showing any bulge, nor other sign of what's beneath it. Her butt appears just as pleasantly shaped as the rest of her torso, and is probably helped in that by the 'suit', in the same way that the rest of it is.
Extending down her arms, legs, and tail from the bodysuit are objects that look almost like spider legs, which merge into her more and more the further down they go, disappearing entirely just above her elbows, knees, and about half way down her long, conical tail, the lines continuing, under her skin, right up to the spiked cuffs wrapped around her wrists, the one near the tip of her tail, and right under the top of her knee high, black vinyl boots, which sport a pair of five inch wedge heels, as well as straps with large black pyramids on the front, every couple inches up her legs. The soles of her shoes never touch the ground, and if one were to notice the fact that the bottoms of them are glowing, they might deduce that this is because they've got repulsor technology built into them. This probably makes it difficult to walk normally, but one can probably infer that normalcy isn't an issue which often crosses her mind.

Mirqur grins slyly and tailswishes.
Calamity leans up against another branch of the tree, and plucks tunelessly at the guitar.
Jini turns at that subtle little whisper of sheath on strings, to look up at... Calamity. Time stops for a moment. Their gazes lock. Jini's hands still upon Death-blossom, little swirls of fairy dust trailing from the strings.
Calamity britishly says, "So, 'ow's everyone doing tonoigh'?"
Mirqur looks back and forth between the guitarists. "This might get loud," he says, half to himself.
Flyte laughs gently at Onya's comment. "Ah, is that it. I'll remember that. Its considered rather atavistic to use that.. language protocol, but there are no other Flyers here."
Calamity smiles down at Jini "'allo, there, cu'ey."
Jini smiles. "Hi," she says, all lollipops and innocence. "Calamity."
Flyte murmurs, "No, I think Jini is much too ... nice, now."
Flyte cocks his head to the side, nostrils flaring slightly.

Jini smiles, a quiet little smile. She's a Bubble Doll now, but even the egolessness of Doll programming can't completely beat down decades of being raised to be the Greatest Guitarist the Universe has Ever Known. It's not in the brain. It's lots deeper than that. A many-fingered hand twists around the neck of her guitar, and she strums two overlapping chords with casual ease, ears lifting up, completely straightening out the membrane speakers built within.
"Yeah," the rabbit agrees, unplugging the guitar cord from her throat and reaching down to snick it in place between her legs instead. She tweaks the dials of her nipples into double digits. A faint buzzing whine fills the Park. "Loud."

Mirqur admires Jini's connectors.
Davan says, "Mmm, loud."
Davan disappears down the hole at the base of the cube tree.

Calamity smiles, and says, "Noice to see tha' Oi'm no' the only one aroun' 'ere 'oo 'as skills with the best instrumen' in the universe."
You say, "It's out of favor with some. But I wouldn't play anything else!"
Calamity nods. "Same 'ere. An' Sleip wouldn' change if Oi wan'ed 'im to, anyway."

Jini giggles, tossing her head, raven hair swirling over her shoulders.

Calamity plucks out a few deep notes, this time with a more discernible melody, the shadows around her deepening a little.
Flyte decides he's not going to stick around for the musical apocalypse tonight. =) He waves. "Take care, all."

Jini leans back a little, very casual. And replies with a counterpoint to that melody, a soft, slow connection of notes, that both replies to Calamity, and subtly challenges her with a casual shift to more difficult and tricksy harmonies.

Calamity smiles, and crosses her legs at the ankles, but doesn't seem to respond to that challenge, instead continuing with her own melody. After maybe a few dozen notes like that, though, her song gets noticeably more complex, creating its own counterpoint several times, the shadows still deepening, and flickering at the counterpoints, as if they were being cast by a flame in wind.

Jini nods softly: point taken. And she continues her related, but different musical path, playing with precision and utterly natural tones, shifting to the less-physical strings for a few chords that hang in the air like auroras. Warm and soft and kind, she offers an alternative to Calamity's gathering shadows, soft almost-pastoral peace, though with cold iron somewhere deep below the surface. A whoosh of spring breeze blows around Jini, lifting her hair like a lover's fingers. And somewhere off in the distance, leviathans are courting, dawn-time cries of caressed strings, each to each...

Calamity's eyes drift closed as she continues playing, bringing the deep darkness of space with each note, the flickering shadows becoming more steady and stable as she plays, her fingers picking out a deep, foreboding melody, suggestive of the emptiness between the galaxies, calling to mind images of the dangers therein.

Mirqur watches eagerly, the better to develop his musical-aesthetics networks. Well, okay, there's plenty to ogle, too.

Jini's tones twist and distort, subtle shadows of artificiality, hints of other instruments entirely springing from her shifting fingers. And there are vast tapestries of sound, pleasant inviting tones sustained beneath little chirps and flutters of birds. Vast beasts move across the mind's eye, dainty in their weight (majestic measured chords coming and going). All is harmony, all is peace and beauty, and the titans are slowly moving into their ancient dances. Pink sparks ripple along the neck of Jini's guitar as she brings her overlapped, interlocking chords to a slow peak, rising on tiptoe with a bliss-transported smile on her face and a raised puffball of a tail... and shivers the whammy bar, bringing a sudden ripple of danger, and everything is hanging and waiting and...
Jini plays one little echo of Calamity's dark danger and nods to her.

Calamity nods, as well, as she hears the echo of her own tune, shadows curling about her for a moment, then dissipating as she changes the melody, bringing it to a higher pitch, notes coming more frantically, the sense of danger still there, but, added to it, a sense of panic, and mental imagery of destruction raining down, as from a comet or large meteorite shattering in a planet's atmosphere, peppering the surface with stone and flame.

Jini grins ferally (a strange sight on the happy face of a Bubble Doll) and leaps in the air as her guitar *screams* a glissando of fuzz, her playing suddenly thunderous and savage, rife with sudden halts in the lurching, snarling music that're filled in by mocking rephrasings of her previous pastoral sweetness, the chords slamming into each other with their heavy urgency like giant stone dominos collapsing. And all is fire and sundered and madness, little skittering trails of spark-music arcing through the air. Jini jumps up and down with the grinding beat of her jam, body jiggling the way you might expect; wholly entranced by her playing she whips her hands wildly up and down the neck of her guitar, coaxing ever-louder waves of tortured, inorganic wails from it.

Calamity drops off her tree branch, repulsor boots absorbing the shock as she lands, her playing a feverous and chilling thing, her tail lashing back and forth as she brings forth further sounds of pain, and destruction, and, suddenly, a cold, high pitched calm, much softer, the sounds of life returning, and flourishing, in the wake of destruction, the constant struggle against torment and death, just to survive.

Syzygy climbs out from the hole at the base of the cube tree.
Mirqur waves. "Hey Syzygy," he says, though his voice is barely audible over the wail and grind of Jini and Calamity's guitars.
Syzygy blinks a bit and chuckles

Jini laughs, a breath of soft flower petals coming from nowhere to swirl around the buxom little Doll, the noises her guitar emits bearing little resemblance to its natural sounds any more, so heavy is the processing that happens in the travel from crotch-input to ear-speakers. Her earlier themes reappear from the distortion and feedback rippling off of her, fading in from the distance, passing nearby, and drifting off again, none quite settling, though some dance briefly with Calamity's clutching sounds. And then a suden cessation, an absolute dead silence in which the other girl's playing hangs, cold and blossoming and alone until skittering insectile riffs from the rabbit's hands swirl in... saying hello, welcome, we love you, good morning, peace. /slow warm rolls of acousic playing beneath the bent noises/

Jini doesn't notice Syzygy. She wouldn't notice the whole Mess shattering aroudn her right now, so wrapped up in her music she is.

Calamity's song slowly draws to a close, continuing with the sense of calm life. At that insectile seeming sound, though, her 'suit' seems to twitch, and a short, chitinous 'finger' extends from between two of hers, plucking a few more notes on the guitar.
Calamity's other hand swats her belly lightly, and she says, "Bad symbio'e. You know you're no' supposed to play Sleip."

Jini ends up pretty much where she started, though the strings of her guitar are glowing rainbows stretched from head to bridge. She lets it end in a slow arpeggiation of a chord that fades slowly, effects shuttering in and out over it, drifting into... silence.
Jini breathes again.

Mirqur whistles and applauds.
Calamity smiles at Jini as the 'finger' retracts, and says, "No' too bad, bunny."
Jini grins, and reaches up to her breasts to turn the dials there down. She giggles. "It was a pleasure and an honor to jam with you, Calamity," she moans, rather passionately.
Calamity nods, what little her symbiotic clothing allows her, and says, "I' was pre'y fun for me, too."
Jini swings her guitar around to her back, giggling happily, and tugs the patch cord from between her thighs, a sharp gasp of breath accompanying the little 'snikt' of disconnection. She drapes it casually over her shoulder. "Woo! I could stand to do THAT a lot more often. It's so nice to play with someone who can actually *surprise* me."
Calamity smiles, and puts Sleipnir back in its sheath. "Yeah, and i's noice for me to play with *anyone* 'oo 'as some skill. Oi 'aven' seen many other good musicians since Oi was on the Tour."
"I haven't had a chance to really play for most of a year," you say, "Bubble Dolls in training don't really get called upon much for that, so I just put Death-blossom in storage before taking the programming..."
Jini grins.

Also, from earlier in the day:

Roque chuckles again. "My name is Roque." She turns slightly, looking to Un. "D should definitely meet her."
Glal giggles at the canid, "Maybe she could have a competition with D."
Untitled chuckles. "D's primarily a vocalist, dear. She plays a little, but not especially well, by her own admission."
Jini settles into soft little ambient madrigalness. "Oh, you mean D of Death Spiral? 'Grinding the Heart of the Ancient Demon With A Cheese Grater Of Love' is one of my favorite tracks ever. She's got great pipes."
Frostbyte says, "Wow. That sounds... elaborate. Could you play some?"
[OOC] Untitled grins. "My computer couldn't handle that. ;) I'll be right back."
Untitled has disconnected.