#tonospuds

“It’s not me you need to convince.“ Olimar sighs in return, crossing his arms.

“Look, I actually thought it was pretty funny, but they didn’t.” He jerks his head to the side to indicate the entire rest of TV World.

“You have to cut it out— or at least slow down. For your own sake! There are only so many ‘wacky hijinks’ people can take before they start really getting mad. And TV World isn’t big enough for you to go around making enemies, okay?”

He pauses, trying to think of how to get through to her.

Large eyes set on the being that isn't human. Do the other humans know? Can they tell? Shift isn't sure. Whatever, whoever, they're looking at looks human. Looks more human than them, even! But they aren't. Shift can tell. Can anyone else?

They approach Moog and smile up at him, pleasantly as they can manage, but their teeth are a little too big and a little too sharp.

"What an interesting question!" Goddard exclaims with little thought, her work slowly stopping as she starts to think more and more about the question presented to her. She turns to the scientist with the slightest furrow to her brow, conflicted in how to answer. "I think I do," she replies hesitantly, "I feel like I do. I would like to. But do I truly sleep like everyone else?" The android supposes she doesn't, so maybe what she thinks are dreams aren't. Everything seemed to be defined in ways that applied to humans or humanoids, which often left her confused or undecided on where she fell. "It is hard to tell," she concludes, despite not wanting to end it there. "What defines a dream?"

"I was hoping you might be able to tell me."

A terse smile. Visual reassessment of the subject. Ever so slightly, the Vorta cocks their head.

"In the last few weeks I have experienced for the first time a number of... episodes during repose, sometimes interrupting it. Visions. Memories. And some things that in no way could possibly subscribe to reality."

Their brow is disturbed by some measure of thought or concern.

"Each is more unwelcome than the last. If these are indeed dreams, then perhaps you are fortunate not to experience them, if you don't. Although..."

The corner of their mouth lifts.

Olimar half-flinches, forcing a smile. What a question.

He doesn’t want to lie, not when the whole point of his work with Goddard is to improve her ability to analyze and respond to human emotions. The fact that it would be feeding her incorrect data to say “yes, of course I’m happy!” makes this all the worse.

“Well… emotions are complicated, as you know. People are happy sometimes, and they’re not happy sometimes. Right now, at this exact moment…”

“I like being with you.” There. That’s not untrue.

Shiloh, a rather severe looking person with a permanent scowl and brown hair tied tightly in a bun, stares down at their drink like it owes them something. They don't come to this awful hole in the wall bar often, only on nights like tonight when the ER had been a battle zone where massacre had been written all over the walls.

They don't have the staff to be dealing with pile ups on i-79, and as winter went on, it would only get worse. It always got worse.

When Harry makes their way over Shiloh doesn't look up, hoping their demeanor would make it clear they're in no mood for a conversation. Apparently they don't get the message. She's not local, locals would know better. Shiloh sighs and rubs a hand over their face and look up, keeping their tone surprisingly even despite their irritation.

the wheel chose harry, so harry you shall get!

'Course, no one ever is. Thing is, it ain't Elijah's time and both he and Irene know it. He's just been touting around a ghost for the past few days that Irene was supposed to take home to heaven, or hell, or wherever. Elijah didn't know the specifics. He only aimed to help souls with their unfinished business, no matter what that meant for them in the true and final end.

We'll build a blanket fort that only we can be in @ton-o-spuds

Of course somebody had found Mellie sitting inside of her latest 'masterpiece' and she was grateful that it was Johnnie. Green eyes shifted upwards with a bright grin aimed in his direction--one of which was glad. Only two people could enter and ask permission to enter her beloved pillow fort.

The other was her twin.