092314ThiagoLily

-- galliardTartarologist [GT] began pestering transchronicAllegorator [TA] at 12:48 --

 [12:48] TA: Thiago is walking toward Lily, a satisfied look on his face.

 [12:50] TA: "Hello, Lily. Are you feeling better?"

 [12:51] GT: Lily turns her head towards him, looking strangely traumatized. You feel a brief tickling sensation behind your eyes. "No," she says, voice laden with doom.

 [12:51] TA: "That's not good." He gets level with her, his expression fading. "What's wrong? Can I help you dear?"

 [12:52] GT: "I may grow," she says, expression filled with existential horror, "A TENTABULGE."

 [12:52] TA: "But you'll still have a nook, right?" He doesn't see the problem.

 [12:53] GT: "BUT ALSO A TENTABULGE." She shudders. "I'll be...REVERSE EMASCULATED." She waves her hands. "UBERMASCULATED."

 [12:53] TA: "But, Lily. / Tentabulges are not masculine things."

 [12:54] TA: "If anything they're more feminine things..." He muses.

 [12:54] GT: "Are you SERIOUS."

 [12:54] TA: "What? Of course I'm serious."

 [12:55] GT: "Auuuugh, it's just..." She makes a disgusted expression. "Humans usually have JUST THE ONE reproductive organ."

 [12:56] TA: "Could be me... / I primarilly just use my nook for..."

 [12:57] TA: He blushes. "Well, I think you know."

 [12:57] GT: "YOU CAN STOP RIGHT THERE THANK YOU." She's blushing a brilliant fuschia. It's kind of impressive, actually.

 [12:58] TA: "I think this is good!" He smiles. "You can embrace your feminimity!"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:59] TA: He pauses... "But... why are you growing a tentabulge?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:00] GT: "Same reason I'm growing these," she points to her horns, which are now about 3 inches long, "and turning gray," she gestures to her skin, which has indeed taken on a definite ashen hue.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:00] GT: "Because mother always knows best," she says sourly.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:01] TA: "It's not the end of the world, Lily dear." He puts an arm around her.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:01] TA: "Maybe you'll grow to lik the new you, hmm?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:02] GT: "God, I hope not," she says, shuddering. "Bad shit might happen if I do."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:03] TA: "Such as?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:10] GT: "Chucklevoodoos, among other things."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:11] TA: He tilts his head. "Go on?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:11] TA: "Or can you?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:12] GT: "That's gonna be tough, considering I know jack shit about chucklevoodoos. Including whether or not I even have 'em."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:12] TA: "That's alright."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:15] GT: "But what if it's NOT? What if I turn into Balish or something?" She sighs. "Bluh. This fucking sucks."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:16] TA: "Oh please. / You're not going to turn into Balish." He rolls his eyes.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:16] GT: She clutches her head. "Oh God I HATE when people do that. How do we not realize how DISORIENTING that is?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:18] TA: He darts his eyes from place to place rapidly.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:19] GT: "You are an ASS," she says dizzily, attempting to gain her bearings before toppling over with a somewhat resigned air.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:19] TA: "So that's what that is."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:19] TA: "That itching feeling."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:19] GT: "Oh, yeah. Prolly shoulda mentioned it. I'm kinda hijacking your eyesight right now."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:20] TA: "Useful." He pats her head. "Warn me next time, though. So I know."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:21] GT: She nods, pouting a bit at the headpat, and gets up unsteadily.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:22] TA: "Would you like me to help find damage?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:23] GT: "You could help me firgure out what YOUR damage is." She makes finger pistols. "Haha. The sick burns, I am laying them down."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:24] TA: He starts to roll his eyes, but stops. "Almost did it again. Be more careful. / The urge to eyeroll is overpowered."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:26] TA: "I mean, it must be hard being blind, now."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:26] TA: "You can't see how you're morphing about."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:28] GT: She makes a face. "I can sure as hell FEEL it. Growing horns is a bitch."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:29] TA: He gets up and inspects her horns carefully. "Do they hurt?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:30] GT: "They're kinda...sensitive? If that's the right word for it. It's the WEIRDEST FEELING. Like, sometimes I'll...like, not SEE stuff, but maybe feel it? Kinda like echolocation."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:31] GT: "Maybe it's that 'electromagnetic field' stuff Mari was talking about."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:33] TA: He gently pokes the tip of one. "Does that hurt?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:33] GT: She goes faintly pink. "N-no."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:35] TA: He massages the scalp around it. "Does that help?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:36] GT: "Oh-ho-ho-hooooh my God that feels REALLY GOOOOD." She leans into the massage, a giddy smile quickly growing on her face.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:37] TA: He keeps doing it. "Keep comfortable~" He smiles. "This transition may get really wierd, dear."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:39] GT: "Mmmmm...howzat?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:42] TA: "Well..." He blushes. "We might want to make sure that your... uh..."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [01:42] TA: "Tentabulge is growing in properly."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:13] GT: She freezes, slowly going fuschia.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:14] TA: He looks at her, also blushing.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:14] GT: "Nope," she says flatly, standing up straight. "Nope, nope, NOPE NOPE NOPE."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:15] TA: "I didn't say we HAD to." His eyes dart to the side.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:15] GT: "NOPE NOPE NOPE THIS NEVER CAME UP."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:16] TA: "What'dyou mean? / I don't know what topic we're talking of!"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:16] TA: Thiago whistles innocently.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:16] GT: "EXACTLY." She continues to blush. "KEEP MASSAGNG MY HORNS."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:17] GT: "OR, SHIT, NOT THE HORNS. THE BASE, THIAGO, THE BASE."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:17] GT: "OF THE HORNS."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:17] TA: He does so... then shifts.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:17] TA: "Sorry, yes... base of horns. not horns. The base!"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:18] GT: Lily nods tightly, biting her lip. The tips of her ears have gone an iridescent pink.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:20] TA: "So your... punishment... is to be a troll?

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:27] GT: "Half-troll," she clarifies.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:31] TA: He nods. "Right, but... how is that a punishment, though."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:42] GT: She sighs. "I guess it's kinda hard for you to grasp, being a troll 'n all. Least my biological dad's dead, I guess."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:44] TA: He gets stops massaging her scalp and gets level with her, hugging her close.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:55] GT: She accepts the hug, seeming to let go of a great weight as she does so.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:56] TA: "It's going to be okay, I promise. "

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;">

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [06:58] GT: "I sure as hell hope so," she says quietly.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:01] TA: He just rubs her back and sighs.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:09] GT: Eventually she disengages, smiling slightly. "Thanks. I needed that."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:10] TA: "Don't despair, Lily."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:12] GT: "Pshh. I am the BEST at not despairing. It is me."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:13] TA: "I have something here."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:13] GT: She tilts her head. "Yeah?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:14] TA: "Does 'galactoidArrival' mean something?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:17] GT: "Uhhh. Sounds kinda like my dad's handle, I guess. Why?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:17] GT: "Oh my God, wait. Is it."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:17] GT: "Did you."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:18] GT: "DID YOU." She's grinning like Christmas has come early.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:19] TA: He smiles at her smile. "You can contact the original Doir!"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:19] GT: "OHMYGOD." She wraps him in the tightest hug imaginable.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:20] GT: "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODBESTMOIRAIL. BEST MOIRAIL."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:20] TA: He 'blarghs' and laughs. "I thought you might want this at some point, dear!"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:22] TA: "Do you need my help completing the chat? / I'm not sure if you have handicap stuff..."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:23] GT: "I could use you as a seeing-eye troll, yeah." She hands over her phone. "Work your magic."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [07:24] TA: He then proceeds to help Lily with any future logs requiring sight, so long as he is nearby.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;">