2019.07.06:Pinkmeetsthepack

Pink meets the Pack
Iris brings her son to meet her packmates
IC Date	July 6th, 2019
IC Time	???
Players	Pancake, Branton, Jes, Isla
Location	Umbral boat slip
Prp/Tp	none
Spheres	Gaian Garou
Theme Song	A theme song for the log

Iris brought herself and Pink skywards to go do Boat Stuff. The metis is attached to her by a silvery cord and cant get too far away thanks to the spiritual leash. Right now she's polishing up the Weasel on the front of their ship, it's too new to not keep it nice and sparkly. Just chillin, waitin on Pack mates to fly on up here to hang out. And now that Isla and Jes have their spiffy wing vests, she doesn't have to give everyone lifts every time!

Branton is crawling all over the ship, going over details of the construction and looking at where some of the yet to be manufactured components will be mounted. Occasionally he gets asked a question by Pink or notices Pink pointing at something and Branton then does his best to stop and answer.

For once, Jes does not show up overdressed for the occasion. He's dressed for work in an a-shirt, baggy jeans, and an oversized tool belt he's got strapped on like a bandolier. He did pick the most fashionable-looking welding goggles he could, but hey, it can't all be straight utility, right? He's got his headphones in, he is not looking around, and for the time being he lets his vest sit nearby as he gets back to doing what he was doing when he quit last time: sanding a paddle. He's not the most build-savvy member of the motley crew, okay? He does NOT notice the metis yo-yo Iris has made herself, because he is not paying attention. He is, however, smoking a Nat Sherman and pulling a beer out of his tool belt like Drunk Batman while he works.

Iris WOULD point Pink out, but surely the Raggie will understand not doing that at all. It's funnier when things surprise Jess. She weightnessly pushes away from the defiantly screaming figurehead and scoots around the side of the ship, goosing Branton on her way by him. "I saw Jes zip by a second ago." she says, giving his beltloop a tug him along for the ride. "OKay so this question might be out of no where, but I've been wondering." she says on the way, dragging Pinkie along behind her. "How do you *feel*, when you'fs floating around out here? Like, do you ever have to resist the urge to just start peeing? Cause I keep feeling like I'm in a pool that's the same temperature as me, and I'm really beginning to wonder if peeing in the pool is an instinctual thing." The question starts off directed at Branton, but ends up for both he and Jes both.

Branton pauses and considers Iris's question, stopping the examining of some hinges that he was tightening "Its never occured to me, though to be fair I almost pissed myself the first time I crossed over and realized the giant metal spider could see me back and wanted to eat me."

"I got a bearskin rug, uh; oh-we-oh-we-oh," Jes sings under his breath while he works, his airpods playing what can only be Morris Day & the Time while he shukka-shukka-SANDS some edges, shaking his ass a bit to the beat. It's not so loud, however, that he doesn't catch Iris' question, so he reaches up to BEEP the headphone and turn it off, blowing a gust of smoke out of his nose when he says, "I may not be the best one to ask about whether or not a given situation is an appropriate time to take a piss, Goop. I've sort of turned it into a sport. But I do get the urge when you're floating around and you're all OH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!". Well, that's certainly one uncouth way to greet a newcomer. To be fair to Jes, he only looks up when Pink is pretty much /right in front of him/, so it may just be because he wasn't expecting it. The ginger beer spills his bottle and leaps about ten feet up and over, and when he's at the height of his leap he just reaches a hand out casually and fucking /sticks to the boat/ like Spider-Unmanly. He even reaches behind his back to where he usually keeps his gun, but all he manages to pull forward is a laser level, which manages to get a bead on Pink. After a couple of quieting moments, Jes exhales a puff of smoke -- because of /course/ he didn't lose his cigarette -- and asks in a way-too-calm voice, "I think maybe an introduction is in order."

Isla has been working on something out here. Getting something moved and placed, and all that stuff. Finishing up, she comes over and calls out, "Hey, what's next? And why ye tempting him to pee.. again?" She blinks a second as Jes leaps and lands not to far from her. "Fer fucks sake what is..." And then she sees Pink, and gets it. "Aye, who we got here?"

Iris cant help herself and bursts out laughing, that was basically the reaction she was hoping for. Using finger traction and the side of the boat to scoot along, Iris drags the big ewok along on the silver cord. Freud would probably have a field day with this or something. Pink has ended up upside down relative to the rest of us, floating along with a placid little smile on his wolf face. He waggles his claws slowly at the Fianna pair and licks his nose at them. "This is my son, Pink Floyd of the Black Furies, recently and unexpectedly transplanted here from Maine. Cub Galliard, large weirdo, runs in the family though I guess. Pink, this is Isla and Jes, my packmates. Branton's already met him."

Given that Branton's in the Umbra at the moment he's already more fire-natured on the outside than shows in the physical world. He goes a little tense when Pink is introduced, watching Jes and Isla carefully, his eyes flash a touch.

"Oh, fuck, right, you're somebody's mom," Jes says in that tone you use when you remember shit like how Isla's pretty much a literal princess or that he himself somehow has an MBA and is working on a fucking doctorate. Some thoughts just don't parse and you can't brain them except /out loud/. He takes such a long drag on his Nat Sherman that it pretty much burns down to disintegration on that drag alone, but no worries! He's already pulling his chic cigarette case out of his pocket and lighting another one with his Colibri before he's even blown the smoke out. He's cilled out -- at least visibly -- and he looks at upside-down Pink before declaring, "Hey, boyo. I'm Sully Queenan Death's Jester, the Beta of your mom's best decision /ever/, that being The Devil's Own. Call me Jes, everyone does. Or Deej. Whatever. I don't... anyhow. Welcome to our abandoned summer camp or whatever. Oh, right. Fuck. Umm. Waxing Ragabash, Fianna, Adren, born on three legs, Emperor of Antarctica, heir apparent to the throne of David Bowie, winner winner chicken dinner, et cetera. Glad to have you with us. I'm assuming he's /with us/ with us?". The Ragabash arches an eyebrow at Iris, tilting his head to the side.

Isla grins and as that look of /of course it is/. "Well glad to finally meet ye. I'm Isla Ennes, rited Fiery Bellona. Born on these two legs, Adren Ahroun Fianna, daughter of Claws-of-Fire. Alpha of The Devil's Own, packed under the relentless Warrior, Weasel, wit yer mom, which has been the second best thing I've done in my life. The first being formin' this pack. Has yer mom told ye that we're gonna head to all the planets on this here space boat?"

"Actually that's something that came to mind while I was spending most of yesterday alternating between freaking out and tripping out." Iris says, her expression quite sheepish. "Like, I cant bring M'Lady with us, she'd either go bat shit or she'd evaporate into the ether, or she'd turn into a spirit completely, so she has to stay on earth. I cant leave Pink in Prospect, though, so I was wondering if any of you would have a problem with him sorta, you know. Going with. Like... He can be the swab. It's just, the last two years since I left Horn's Peak, he has apparently raised a ration of hell and I don't want that to happen again so...?" Pink meanwhile just veeeeeery quietly absorbs the introductions. >>But you're not the emperor yet, not until you do the wind thing in that valley.<< is what he has to say about all of that. He don't got whatcha might call, da social skillz.

Branton nods at Iris and considers, relaxing slightly as the formality of introductions releases his tension. He looks to Pink a bit confused before looking over to Jes "So I guess I need to make you an imperial scepter. Eventually."

"Is that what he means? I know I make some weird pulls with my references, but I didn't follow that at /all/," Jes admits to Branton with a relaxed sigh, leaning his back against the space boat so he doesn't have to keep holding on with his hand. It's weird-looking, but so is everything today. "I claimed the whole place, dude. Marked my territory in several places, both easy and difficult to find. I'm gonna try to get back there in a bit and break the imperial seal to re-up my claim game and mingle with the peasants." At Iris' question, Jes looks from her to Pink and then back, and says flatly, "He was causing too much trouble in a Sept on Earth with a bunch of Garou around, so you want to bring him to space in a space boat where a single nail through the hull might kill the whole pack. Sounds legit. 'Bout the kind of request I'd expect from you."

Isla elbows Jes. "Fer fucks sake. So what kinda trouble we talkin' about? Back talkin? Disrespect? Or burning things down sorta stuff?" She has triplet brothers, she has seen a lot of stuff. "Or stealin' cakes, and running away?"

Iris grins at Jes and laughs, "Well, I mean when you put it like *that*, I can see how you might think it's a bad idea. Actually, I think it might be good for him. Branton and I did a little trip together, sort of surfing the surface of Pinkie's brainial parts, right. First of all, I never noticed how NOISY the world is, and all the noises make colors, apparently. Words taste like things, and I swear to fucking god I played the strings of the great tapestry like a god damned harp. It was *weird*. Out here though, it's a lot quieter, and that might make a less confusing and overwhelming environment. Also, I'm not super sure he's always seeing the same time frame we are, and that tangle of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff really hurts my brain." She grins at Isla then and lists off a few sins, each of which are countered by Pink:

"He beat up a squirrel with a spoon," - >>The big cyclopse needed help, mom.<<

"He dyed the Den Father purple," - >>The Wyrm cant *see* purple, mom.<<

"He took all of the nails out of the kinfolk house and it collapsed," - >>The lightning was just going to kill everyone anyways, I was helping.<<

"He kept putting all the lupus pups in trees," - >>But the flood-<<

"See, I just.. Yeah. He needs supervision."

Branton nods sagely "Had a good talk the other night with one of the Enduring Spirit Metis, got some suggestions that are already helping. One of the best points was 'No elimiates options, not trouble'. And the fact that our little buddy likely needs a lot more exercise, sparring specifically, than he's been getting."

"Right, I'm glad you tripped the light balltastic and realized the snozberries taste like snozberries," Jes replies to Iris glibly after, y'know, rubbing his ribs where Isla elbowed him earlier and will likely elbow him again in a minute. He does listen to the exchange between Iris and Pink, however, and his eyebrows just keep climbing higher and higher on his face until finally he blows out a long puff of smoke from his nose and says, "Forget what I said, he's so coming with us. I can't miss an episode of this." He notes Branton's statement and blinks, considering. "I mean, that's solid reasoning. I'm a lover, not a fighter, but maybe that puts me in a cub's weight class. I could probably go a couple rounds if I have to. Have you tried just putting CBD oil in his... I dunno, /everything/? We have barrels of the stuff. Like... literal barrels. Donkey Kong flinging barrels full of liqueed."

Isla winks to Jes as she sees him rubbing those tibs. "Aye, he's one of us. Welcome aboard.." looking around the ship. "Literally. Doesnae sound any worse than what me brothers would do, an there were three of 'em. Hell, Sprinkles can get himself into enough trouble. Before ye know it - them two might be competing fer who pees first."

"Sweet fucking Gaia." Iris mutters to herself in the 'dear god what have I done' tone when Isla says that. But she does agree with a nod and a gesture between Branton and Jes to share her agreement amongst both. "Good! But be nice if he falls down a bunch. Sparring on acid is probably a little rough. I think that mighta been part of the 'no fighting' thing, OR he was just being way to literal." She tugs on the spiritual leash and asks Pink, "Why cant you 'splain things clearly!" Pink just shrugs his fuzzy shoulders, kicks off the side of the boat, and starts spinning around in slow circles. "Anyhoo.." Iris says, bringing her attention back up to her packmates, but mostly Jes and Isla for this, "Thank you guys, seriously though. It's a pretty enormous thing to just kinda fling out there, and just, thanks for being really cool about it. I love you guys."

Branton nods and grins at Pink and then comments to Jes "We'd have to mix stuff up special because he'd be basically immune to mundane weed or oils. He regenerates all the time remember. I'll also ask some of the other metis I know if they have any thoughts about what dosages might be helpful." Then to Iris "He tries, but talking about purple ghosts haunting the smelly anthill doesn't translate into our world too well."

"Yeah, word, I get it, I love us, too," Jes replies with a roll of his eyes, taking another drag off his cigarette and finally chilling out all the way. "And some of that shit's Awakened, George Burns. I tried it the other day in wolf-form and took a long fucking nap. Seriously though, of course he's welcome where we go. He's your kid; just because I /have/ a huge dick doesn't mean I /am/... wait, nononono!" Jes breaks off mid-sentence because /why does Pink have his Magical Gummi Bears tho WHYYYYY?/, and he shoves off the ship to go reach out and get them. That is his intent, and this is why he falls straight down with a yelp of "FUCK!" and hits the ground belly-first. Still doesn't knock the cigarette out of his mouth, though; that's still going. "Owww," he moans pitifully, and then also, "Those are my gummi bears...."

Isla just looks at Jes and wrinkles her forehead a bit. "I think we need a padded room or something in this here boat for when Sprinkles or someone else loses their marbles." She'll add that to the list in her head. "Love ye too, Goop Mistress. Ye need anything fer him, just let us know." Looking to Jes and back to Iris, "Aside from baby sittin', cause I already sit him enough."

Iris snorts a laugh, "George Burns." she repeats with a snicker, and then tells Branton on that regeneration note, "Damned good thing we have that TARDIS pantry!" Pink does not have pockets, but yes, he had the gummy bears stashed for sure. And now they're HIS gummy hears, and he's not about to let Jes just take them back! But sharing is caring. While Jes deals with being gut punched by Gaia, Pink gets up close and presses one gummy bear up either of Jes's nostrils. There you go. The rest go into Pink's face all at once. "Well... Fuck, that was bad parenting." Iris says about herself, because she did not notice that little theft! "Okay, note to self, invest in lock boxes AND the padded room..."

Branton nods and smiles at Isla "That's fine, we've gotten a fair number of volunteers for that so far. And he hasn't even met Enduring Spirit's RiteMistress yet." Then he looks over to see Pink craming a few gummis in his mouth. Freaking out slightly, Branton grabs a finger full of umbral saw dust and hopes it behaves enough like physical saw dust as he steps to toss some of it at Pink's muzzel. The plan being to make him sneeze which will send the candies flying back out of his mouth.

Jes is still sorta trying to get his bearings back after getting bearhugged by gravity, and he's always just sort of focused on not losing the cigarette in his mouth. This means that when Pink sticks the gummi bears up his nose -- where the air was coming in because the mouth is doing cigarette things -- he tries to breathe /around/ them. Fortunately, his right nostril just sort of makes a weird, wheezy, high-pitched fart noise around the gummi, which is silly and delightful. Unfortunately, his left nostril is an overachiever, and like a Kirby vacuum with a golf ball it just SUCKS THE FUCKING OBSTACLE UPWARD, causing Jes to leap to his feet and /drop his cigarette/ as his hands move to his face and he begins sputtering out smoke and spit and yelling inarticulately, "IT'S IN MY FUCKING SINUSES!". He has no idea Pink ate the rest of his gummi bears. /None/.

Isla reaches /like she knew/ this was coming, perfectly grabs the cigarette as it falls, and then grabs Jes' shoulder. "Calm down, fer fuck's sake. We'll... Goop Mistress can do somethin' fer ye, I'm sure of it. She reaches over now with her other hand with the cigarette in it and helps him get /out/ the gummy bear stuck in the right nostril.

Oh shit, everyone's dying! Pink, over in his corner, does exactly as predicted, sucking up some sawdust through his nose and then going through the 'don'tsneezedon'tsneezedon'tsneeze!' dance before definitely, explosively sneezing and shooting half chewed gummy bears eeeeeeeverywhere. Branton got to it before Iris could, getting one step in Pink's direction before Jes is also having sinus issues. In answer to Isla, Iris yells, "ON IT!" and runs that way. She grabs Jes's face in her hands and says, "I got you bro!" before latching her mouth over Jes's nose (and also Isla's finger) to suck the gummy bear out. Don't be alarmed, Branton, this is for life saving measures only, she'd never make out with another man's nose otherwise!

Branton is glad to have gotten most of the pieces out, completely focused on the kid for the moment, figuring that the adults can manage their own shit for the moment.

HERRRK. HORK! SNRRRRRRRRRRT. Oh, the noises coming out of Jes' face are NOT pretty, and his visage is not unlike that of Vincent D'Onofrio as Edgar the Cockroach Alien from MIB, just pulling faces and rolling his eyes back in his head like a rubber-faced zombie. Isla would have had no trouble removing the external gummi bear, at least -- Jes isn't thrashing around or anything -- but there's CPIris on the spot, going rathole-to-schnoz and sucking up that red gummi like she's removing poison from a snakebite. For his part, Jes' eyes go wide and there's a sudden, loud HORRRRK and then a wet PHFFTPHT and he spits the other gummi out onto Iris' chest before shoving her away so he can get his face back. "Gah, fuck, ewww!" he exclaims, sticking his tongue out like Mister Yuk. "Thanks, but ewww! God DAMN it. Fuck, my NOSE. I mean, DON'T, tho; /don't/ fuck my nose. My nose has gotten way too much action today. My nose is getting laid way more than I am. My nose needs to go to therapy."

Isla laughs and says, "Ye need some sugar water there? Or perhaps some ice? Do we have ice here? Yer nose will be fine. The gummies, not so much. Here - have yer cigarette." She offers it up by his mouth should he want it back.

Iris backs off and spit spit spiiiiiits! so much while Jes equally wigs out. "Ooo!" she says as she straightens up and notices a gummy bear stuck to her chest, which she plucks off and eats. Like ya do. Pink argues with Branton over the whole sawdust thing, and Branton works on his dad-ing abilities with that. Pink is not happy! "You okay?" she asks.

Jes leans over and takes his cigarette from Isla with a peck on the fingers and a sheepish, "Thank you, Peach," before taking another drag and reaching into his utility belt. He pulls out a can of Full Throttle, sighing sadly, and opens it for a drink. It erupts like a fucking volcano in his face, and he only /just/ manages to turn in time to keep from having his Nat Sherman extinguished, taking the full brunt of citrus goodness right in the ear. Once the whole damn can seems to have jizzed on him so that his hair is making crackle-fizzy carbonation sounds, he says deadpan, "That was so refreshing," sighing forlornly and dropping the empty can on the ground. He instead reaches behind his back and uncaps a bottle of Guinness, which does NOT explode; he hands this aside to Isla, then grabs another bottle, uncapping /that/ and getting a bit of fizz but just putting it to his lips and guzzling it down so it doesn't fucking matter anyway. He stands there, a tired hero having survived a bloody battle, and says, "I just want everyone to know that I see what happened and I see how I started it."

Isla takes the Guinness and drinks it down cause - fuck that was a lot for being so fucking little. "Good. So next time, let's keep the snacks in the pantry for a treat when ye get finished. We got a lot of work to do here to get it ready." Which now reminds her. "Do we have showers or something in the works fer here?"

Iris completely loses her shit the second Jes's can blows it's load into his tight ear hole, literally falling down laughing at poor Jes and turning red in the face from the sheer amount of mirth trying desperately to escape her laugh hole. Answering Isla is gonna take a damned minute, but when she's able to sit up and get her shit together, she grins and nods at the woman. "Yes! The Eternal Waterskin'll supply the shower, it shoots right through this collection of coils that I talked a little bitty fire elemental into living by. Which, by the way, it's new name is Coil, Master Of Water Tubes. That was part of the deal when I hired it."

"Coil, Master of Water Tubes it is, then," Jes murmurs around his cigarette, taking another drink of Guinness and just... dripping on the ground. Drip, drip, drip. It's a really good thing these aren't nice clothes, and that he took his earpods off earlier. He finishes his beer, chucking the empty bottle into the recycle bit with a CLANGALANG of glass, and takes another LOOOOOONG draw on his cigarette before looking to Isla. "That is not a lesson I am prepared to learn today," he replies dryly despite his personal humidity. "I was gonna come out here, listen to music, eat some magic gummi bears, drink beers, smoke, and /work/. I may repeat this plan tomorrow. If tomorrow is like today, /then/ and /only then/ will I consider the lesson learned. I still hold out hope for my day going down juuuuuust fine with that plan."

Iris suddenly gasps in Greek, and says "Oh shit! Did I give you guys your vests? I didn't did I?" She jumps up, leaving Jes to drip and Isla to laugh at his pain while she goes to get those. Since they hadn't been given properly ICly yet, why the hell not, right? She grabs them from wherever she stashed them with her stuff, and brings them back! A pair of snazzy vests that've been tailored to fit Jes and Isla respectively, so that it can look great as well as be functional. They've been carefully embroidered with birds in flight along the front, and a set of bird's wings across the back. "There's bird spirits bound in there, so you can both fly ya damned selves around.

Isla grins and takes the vest for herself. "Nice. This is going to come in so handy. Although I feel like we need full on space suits, like that awesome Captain Marvel and all." A look to Jes with a smirk. "Aye, sure."

Jes takes his vest and looks it over with amusement -- and wetness -- and notes, "Mine has a peacock!" because OF COURSE IT DOES, Jes. PUUUUUUUUUNS. He unslings his bandoleer and pulls off his sopping-wet singlet to throw it on the ground with a wet SMACK before pulling the cleaning rag from his tool belt and mopping himself a bit, then pulls the vest on to check the fit with a satisfied grin. "This... is very cool," he murmurs, giving Iris a smile around his cigarette. "I dig it. Thank you, Goop."

Iris claps her hands like an excited little girl when they take their vests, and when Jes puts his on. "Now give the bird spirit bound in it a little poke!" she says, bouncing a bit. Jes'll probably end up with some pretty green and blue peacock wings as well, for that matter. They ARE tailored to their wearers, after all. Iris made the fetishes in the same way her own was made, though as vests of course, so they become appendages that need skill and practice unless and until the vest comes off. Which would really suck mid-flight.

Isla grins, slipping hers on. Fits just right. OF course. "Now Sprinkles, I know ye will like it, a lot, but ye will need to take it off to sleep." Yes it is like living with a child sometimes with him. "We can go practice around the falls with these. I have some ideas for some practice runs."

Jes does a little trilling bird call -- because /of course/ he can do that -- and the blue-green wings just /spread out/ with a whoosh and a dazzle that's heightened by his jazz hands and the way he yells, "TAAA-DAAA!" around his cigarette. And yep, there's a big ol' fan of Vegas-sized peacock tail feathers back there, too. He flaps his big ol' pretty Fancy Dan wings and rises up from the ground a bit with a laugh, declaring, "I AM NEVER TAKING THIS OFF!" in direct defiance of Isla's very sensible words. "I AM GOING TO RULE THE SKIES!" he hollars as he runs /right out the door/, ready to pee on a cloud.

"What a fuckin noodle." Iris says, and looks off in the direction Branton went with Pink, the spiritual leash wrapping around the boat. "I'm gonna go make sure my menfolk are fine. You go make sure that goofball doesn't fly directly into a jet engine." she says with a laugh, and heads off in the other direction.

Isla rolls her eyes. And with a bit of a think, out pops her own wings, fiery phoenix like ones and she begins to lift up. "Aye. I'm gonna need a tether fer him too. or a whip or something." With that, she takes off, like she was /born/ to fly with these things.

There isn't a lot of 'born to fly' to the way Jes is flapping around, but there is certainly a lot of 'intent to do crazy shit crazily' about it, what with him trying barrel rolls and going ballistic and shit. He whips a loop-de-loop and it sends him /right into the fucking lake/, but from the way he pops up to the surface laughing, /that may have been the point/. He is not, however, doing so great trying to fly /out/ of the lake; he has learned the truth of the Not a Water Bird there, all right.