Confession 6; video and spam

[unilaterallydisarming]

 [Oscar, for once, is making a video at the Pool. Though not too close, as a barrier between them is a...well. a llama. And while she is currently laying down, looking chill, it's clear Oscar is Not Allowed near the pool's edge for some reason.

Possibly because she simply doesn't want him to.]

Hullo everyone. I see we have a bit of a strange flood with companions that are...us? I think?

[He glances to the llama who offers a gracious nod, before he continues.]

I'm aware that this may mean some of them are semi aquatic or may be comfortable in the water. So I am-

[And he's interrupted by the llama, whose accent is also Scottish, but more stern and feminine.]

What Father Oscar is trying to say he needs help to keep the Pool open by himself all week. Heaven's sake, none of you are willing to lend a hand most of the time or visit-

Loaf! [He tries to wave a hand but that makes the camera wobble as he is one handed. He takes in a deep breath.]

This place isn't vital. We talked about this. 

You spoke, and I told you I didn't agree. You're not staying here all week.

I didn't say I would. 

[Llama, as a llama, does not look impressed.]

I know you would, because I know you, Oscar. Now- the man needs rest and food, so if you don't want the pool to be closed all the darn week, ye all need to step up. Maybe the good Father should even think about stepping down since people don't want to use-

Loaf, I understand you're trying to look out for me but this is too much- 

If anything I'm being kind, you're working you're pretending you're fine-

Agent llama-

Oh, I'm an agent now ain't I? Well Agent Loaf is here to say you need to listen to your body- 

[Somewhere along the way the call ends as the argument continues.]

Spam

[Whether Oscar is working out at the gym, working at the pool, praying in the chapel or taking a break in the dining room or his cabin, he is accompanied by a silky haired llama. Careful. She might bite or worse, spit.]

Comments

private

[greatoldjohn]

I don't mind helping with the pool, Oscar.

Re: private

[unilaterallydisarming]

Thank you John.

[He sounds relieved. Loaf then clears her throat.]

You should have some private time with him too, John. He misses-

Loaf.

[Can Oscar just vanish into the ether right now.]

Re: private

[greatoldjohn]

[ But John just smiles, warm and soft. ]

I promise to make some more time for him, Loaf. Thank you for telling me. I'll try to check on him more often.

Re: private

[unilaterallydisarming]

[Her voice is warm, far warmer then before.]

Thank you John. I know you are wonderful and reliable. And- don't be afraid of changing your form for him more often.

He likes anything that makes you easier for him to cuddle.

[Oscar is just quietly mortified now.]

pool

[howheendures]

Armand has expelled the air from his lungs so he can glide along the bottom of the pool like a somewhat moody manta ray that doesn't feel like breaching the water at this time. However, that's an Armand problem so nothing to do with the Bengal tiger that's exploring the pool.

His look when he takes in Oscar and the llama is different than Armand's. Yes, they are both apex predators, but there's none of the... playful viciousness Armand usually engages in when finds Oscar there. There doesn't appear to be any recognition at all, actually.

[unilaterallydisarming]

Oscar was used to Armand being an absolute creeper and looking up with his orange eyes when he wanted to make Oscar jump and freak him out. But that was an old routine by now- even if Armand had been away for about a week.

But a tiger was a tiger. He made sure he was sitting, his eyes not looking directly into the tiger's eyes, stiff and uncertain if this was a prank too far. Where the hell was a combat warden when he needed one?

He cleared his throat, awkwardly. "I hope you realize that I'm not on the menu." He kept his voice even, but reached into his pocket for the shield watch that Florian made him. He didn't feel like getting mauled to death.

[howheendures]

"...I don't eat humans," the tiger says after a pause that seems more like a consequence of not quite realizing that he can speak than a purposeful delay. Unlike Armand, he has a light French accent. His voice is lower than Armand's though not quite as deep as someone might assume from his size.

He blinks, as if considering the words.

"I think the other one does that."

[unilaterallydisarming]

"Armand, you mean? Yes. He does. He hasn't eaten me but...I suppose I would be possibly someone he could eat." Oscar admitted, his voice staying quiet.

Loaf made a low, annoyed noise in her throat, her ears half back. She didn't like the idea of the tiger, whoever he was, speaking to Oscar. He was a Threat in Waiting.

"I apologize for my daemon." Oscar continued. "She's very protective of me, and has been on edge since we came to the Pool today."

[withintenfeet]

Impossible, aren't they?

[ There is an unsettlingly large chicken onscreen, with feathers that could be a play of smoke and embers. Her voice is full and warm, but rough at the edges; her eyes are obscured.

Then there's a distinctly familiar disgruntled sigh, as Zerxus shifts the camera over. ]

I'm always happy to help.

He also just likes spending time with you.

[ Gods, this is going to be a week. ]

[unilaterallydisarming]

Absolutely impossible. He needs to take better care of himself, for the people who love him, and himself.

[Oscar sighs. This was going to give him a headache.]

Thank you Zerxus. I appreciate the help.

[Of course, Loaf has to put in her two cents in.]

He likes spending time with him too. He's missed Zerxus.

[This llama is gonna kill him.]

[withintenfeet]

Mmm. It's easier for him to be useful because he doesn't think he deserves nice things.

Diem -

Of course this ONLY applies to him, and no one else who's ever faltered, up to and including the dev -

Diem.

[unilaterallydisarming]

Oh wow that sounds so familiar! Two peas in a pod. It's no wonder they wanna make out, don't you think?

Loaf, stop.

Not my fault you're a couple of dingbats.

Voice

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Dark, angry laughter]

Does she, now.

Re: Voice

[unilaterallydisarming]

[And it's a surprisingly happy relieved llama that answers.]

Trevor! You beautiful bastard, where the fuck have you been?

Loaf. Have some manners please! Trevor, I'm sorry. She's a little brazen.

Re: Voice

[atowncalledtreffy]

Is that a serious question?

I'm kind of dead at the moment. Hello, you deformed sheep.

Re: Voice

[unilaterallydisarming]

Hello to you too, you deformed demon hunter.

Oscar's missed you, and worried about you. He has no idea where you've been.

spam

[twotruthstold]

As always, Simon looks tired at 'breakfast', but the humming bird that occasionally settles on his shoulder before taking to wing again is fully alert.

"Good morning," Chloe says, circling them. She likes Oscar, even if she's not always sure of his choices. That's true of most people.

Re: spam

[unilaterallydisarming]

"Good morning, beautiful one." Oscar smiled up at Chloe, his hand resting on the table. "Can't say that I know your name."

Loaf, in her llama chill, just lifted her head from where she was resting it against the table. Mostly she just wanted to see where Chloe wanted to land out of curiosity.

Oscar peered at Simon. "Should I grab you a cup of tea or coffee?"

Re: spam

[twotruthstold]

"Chloe," she says, perching on Loaf's head. She is beautiful, all iridescent colors that Simon had been surprised to learn was natural to a hummingbird on Earth rather than just being a product of Faerie.

"Caffeine doesn't have any effect on him," she adds, cheerfully.

Simon is incapable of slumping gracelessly, but there's a strong impression that he would, "I appreciate the thought."

[deuceoftears]

ME! ME! ME! I GO IN THE WATER!

[The penguin is flapping its flippers excitedly while Jedao laughs.]

What Jeia is trying to say is thank you, that's very kind of you, and since we'll be around anyway we can certainly take a shift or three.

[unilaterallydisarming]

[Loaf makes a noise of interest, as Oscar chuckles.]

Bless you Jedao. I appreciate all the help.

...and it looks like Jeia is very excited. Would you like to come up now?

[deuceoftears]

YES!

She has exactly one setting.

[Very dryly, getting thwapped by her flippers.]

TALLY HO!

[He, obligingly, carries her, despite her being a fairly hefty bird the size of a toddler.]

Spam

[makingitworse]

Bob actually knows a little bit about pool maintenance. He did two months working for a pool company in Jersey before he hitched a ride across the pond to Europe. So he maybe kind of drifts into the pool area with a big black bear trailing behind him, with his mop and bucket from where he'd been working the deck in hand, aiming to at least mop up in here before seeing if Oscar needs anything.

Re: Spam

[unilaterallydisarming]

He heard the mop and bucket and the padding of feet. Rather, Loaf did with her superior hearing and came over to greet him.

"Bob! Thank you for coming. Actually- what brings you here? Have you come for a swim?"

Oscar, hearing Loaf being herself, turned and with a wave, starting heading over, smiling. He'd been doing some careful pool skimming when Bob arrived.

Re: Spam

[makingitworse]

"Well, I mean, I'm mopping the floor," Bob says, a little evasively. Sue, unlike Loaf, does not call him on it and counter him: she's more like him outwardly than a lot of other daemons seem to be. Besides, he adds himself a moment later, "And I've done pool maintenance before, I might still remember some of it. If you two need help."