Ps: The pills Erendis talks about are the result of a nightmare curse from Eight I can't remember if we posted or not
Mouth: *busy with laundry*
Grima: *dumps a new pile beside him*
Mouth: thank you. is it sorted?
Grima: yeah. My clothes here, Trotter's under and Ioreth's is the white stuff.
Mouth: >.> right well you know it all goes in the wash by color am not doing 9 different washes just because all of you are squeemish about the occasional stray bits of clothing.
Grima: bad cinderella! We'll have to get number 2 to do it then
Mouth: *blank stare*
Mouth: What are you talking about?
Grima: Didn't you see the other yous?
Mouth: ...you're just joking right. >.> I didn't think...there are other mes?
Grima: well, you're the third one I think
Mouth: o.o No. I'm the original.
Grima: Nope. Pretty sure the original is locked in a closet screaming
Erendis: Gri.... GAH ANOTHER KILL IT, KILL IT DEAD!!!
Mouth: *edges away*
Grima: It's doing laundry.
Mouth: *enthuastically works to prove himself useful*
Grima: See? We can kill it after
Mouth: o.o *work work work*
Erendis: No excuse for that one bad copy to feel me up. They all must die for that.
Grima: It probably thought you were Thorondir. *pats* >.>
Mouth: *tries to project halo*
Erendis: It *leered* at me. You'd just wait until it tries to do that to you.
Grima: It has done more than that to me. >.>
Erendis: *eyes narrow* Then they must be exterminated... there are still some spider hobbits left...
Grima: leave some servants alive. I'm enjoying the lack of chores.
Erendis: ....for now maybe... *eyedarts again and hovers around Grima*
Mouth: *averts eyes*
Erendis: *kisses back*
Grima: see? You're much better than a strange little clone
Erendis: ...what exactly did that clone do to you?
Grima: Nothing. I meant Mouth himself.
Mouth: ...he wouldn't talk. >.>
Erendis: *blank look* Your social skills are beyond lamentable
Grima: *examines roof*
Mouth: Yes the are. I'm an inferior being and I'm sorry to trouble you with my existance.... >.> whoa where did that come from?
Erendis: So you weren't being sincere?
Mouth: Completely, my only wish is to serve and facilitate my betters...
Grima: They do work. joy
Erendis: >.> Yes. But creepy.
Grima: order it to do something.
Erendis: *eyes* Tell me your worst childhood fear.
Mouth: *blushes* Mirrors in the dark.
Erendis: *eyebrow raise*
Mouth: You never really knew what was on the other side of them or if you could come through....
Grima: there never was hope for him. *pats his pockets for a cigarette* as;kal;s where did they go...
Erendis: fair enough. This one can live but I'm going to cut the hands off that one that groped and leared at me.
Grima: fair enough...*searching*
Mouth: *works quietly*
Grima: okay, eating Thorondir.
Mouth: *bites his lip but doesn't say anything*
Grima: last time he steals my addictive substances. >.>
Mouth: ... >.<
Grima: want to say something, clone?
Mouth: Don't hurt him permenantly.
Grima: I am in the throes of a nicotine fit. Who knows what I may do, mon.
Mouth: Punish me?
Grima: *snorts and goes to find Thorondir*
Mouth: *slumps and finishes off the wash*
Grima: *wanders past later, looking pleased and smoking*
Mouth: How did it go?
Grima: *wipes his hand clean* went fine, mon.
Mouth: Is he still alive?
Grima: *smirks and leaves*
Mouth: *goes to find Thorondir*
Thorondir: *hiding in the closet* o.o
Mouth: It's me.... Mouth.
Thorondir: which one?
Mouth: ...so there are more than one of me?
Thorondir: *peeks out and nods*
Mouth: *frustrated look* Grima said I was number three then...
Thorondir: *darts back into the closet*
Mouth: Listen...I expect you only want the original to visit you but I don't see any other of me around and I'll still try to help you... if you want.
Thorondir: I just need something stiff.
Mouth 2: *wide grin* Alread ahead of you... *brings in a few bottles of voka and has had some already*
Thorondir: not allowed to drink. o.o
Mouth 2: So which one are you sweet thing? Three or Four?
Mouth: *edges back* I could be the original...
Thorondir: sweet thing?
Mouth 2: Not likely. You're not in a closet washing youself with brillo...
Mouth: Maybe you should go back to...our room. >.>
Mouth 2: Forward little tart aren't you?
Mouth: >.< What is your problem?
Thorondir: he's weird. *peeks out from the closet*
Mouth 2: Here you need more alcohol you be discussing my...our...problems... and still it's more polite to introduce first - more in the way of what's your sign and favorite way to..
Mouth: o.o *warding signs*
Thorondir: *sticks out a hand and tries to tug Mouth into the closet*
Mouth: *eeps and practically leaps in*
Mouth 2: Of course I *KNOW* all that sweets so we could just cut to the chase...
Mouth: *panicked look* unclean. so unclean.
Thorondir: *wraps arm around Mouth*
Thorondir: still need something stiff.
Mouth 2: *flops against the door* Of course maybe you're not the toots us. No offense but you know it's so difficult to tell... Six was squeaking something about four being a girl.
Thorondir: What's a toots?
Mouth 2: Girl - breasts n' all
Mouth: Eru. Tell me this isn't happening
Mouth 2: Not that I'm BIASED at all...pretty damned good looking lot we are if I do say so myself.
Thorondir: I really need like...a stick or something.
Mouth: Would a hanger do?
Thorondir: *holds up the hidden arm* my hand's kind of broken. is a hanger good enough for a splint? >.>
Mouth: Damn. o.o Need to get you to Ioreth.
Thorondir: sure, toots.
Mouth 2: *hums* You know if you want out ya gotta let me in.
Mouth: do not call me toots.
Thorondir: I like the name toots.
Mouth: *grumbles and lets two in*
Thorondir: *flinches back and tries to keep his hand from touching anything*
Mouth 2: *hands Thorondir the bottle solemnly while feeling Mouth3 up*
Thorondir: *looks at it in confusion*
Mouth 2: Drink it. 's what you do with the stuff
Mouth: *tries to edge away*
Thorondir: not allowed.
Mouth 2: Drink it boy and thank me
Thorondir: *shakes his head*
Mouth 2: *tilts his head* for your hand. could feed it to you baby style
Mouth: *plucks the other Mouth's hand off himself for the 4th time* We are going now.
Mouth: *tries to tug Thorondir past while not hurting him* Not now.
Thorondir: *offers Two his drink back*
Mouth 2: *takes it back* Later then. I'll see you tonight. *winks at Mouth*
Mouth: *shuffles quicker*
Thorondir: >.> hurry up, toots
Mouth: I'm not female... >.<
Thorondir: *pats his bottom and darts ahead*
Mouth: ...if you weren't already hurt...
Thorondir: love you.
Thorondir: *pecks on the cheek*
Mouth: *pets and steers toward the lab*
Thorondir: Stupid Grima.
Mouth: Don't steal his cigarettes
Thorondir: *eyedart* need my own then?
Mouth: Stop smoking
Thorondir: don't wanna.
Mouth: Let's talk about this later and get your hand fixed now.
Thorondir: okay, toots.
My new name for Mouth is Toots >.> it covers growing insecurities. etc.
Mouth: *attacks giant spider with a rolled up newspaper*
Mouth: Die spider die. o.o
Spider: *huge and wraps around the paper*
Mouth: *screams like a little girl*
Spider: *lets go of the paper and races up Mouth's arm*
Mouth: *runs in circles screaming and trying to beat it off*
Spider: *whispers sweet nothings in Mouth's ear*
Mouth: O.O *faints*
Spider: *slips off and goes back to its home*
Thorondir: *waits until Mouth wakes up and pokes him* sign my cast!
Mouth: o.o Spiders. Everywhere. *signs*
Mouth: ...are you getting all the mes to sign. *peers at the cast*
Mouth: *eyes it* How many so far?
Thorondir: six. but I may have hit the same one twice
Mouth: ...I take it the limmerick was courtesy of two?
Thorondir: I can't read it from this angle. >.>
Mouth: *pats* And I'm not sure you want to. Still drunk?
Thorondir: 'm completely sober. *rearranges Mouth and curls up in his lap*
Mouth: ...no Two... *eyes narrow* you didn't take any of his alcohol did you?
Thorondir: 'm not alllllowed. *nuzzle*
Mouth: *pets* Good then. *eyedarts*
Mouth: Is the original still in the closet?
Thorondir: yes. *giggles and plays with Mouth's hair*
Mouth: *eyedarts for Grimaish shadows and then kisses Thorondir*.
Thorondir: you aren't allowed. *mock-disproval* *shakes finger*
Mouth: ...I know.
Thorondir: *wiggles a bit and kisses* maybe not compleeetely sober. >.>
Mouth: *sighs and pets* And why is that?
Thorondir: ver' purssuavive is number two. *nuzzle*
Mouth: come on. Taking you to *your bed* >.> my...our room is crowded.
Thorondir: Wherever you like. *giggles again and wraps arms around Mouth's neck*
Mouth: *picks him up* Mn.
Thorondir: *wraps legs around*
Mouth: *stern look* behave.
Thorondir: *bites Mouth's neck*
Mouth: *shuffles off to Thorondir's room*
Thorondir: *keeps a tight grip on Mouth in case of attempted escape*
Mouth: *sits him down on hhis bed*
Mouth: to bed with you, you insane little imp.
Thorondir: I am in bed. *tugs Mouth down*
Mouth: Mmhum and I'll see you tomorrow. *kisses his forehead*
Thorondir: no going.
Mouth: see you tommorrow
Thorondir: *pulls Mouth down and pins* no
Mouth: *cuddles* Till you go to sleep then.
Thorondir: have to keep myself awake.
Mouth: Why, now?
Thorondir: So you don't go.
Mouth: Mmhum *pets and hums a lullabye to Thorondir*
Thorondir: because you keep trying that. >.>
Mouth: I'll point out that I'm not the original right here.
Mouth: You probably don't want me. So you should let me go.
Mouth: *holds and brushes the hair out of Thorondir's face.*
Thorondir: no going.
Mouth: if you sleep I'll stay
Mouth: *nuzzles and curls up around*
Mouth: *smiles and yawns*
Thorondir: maybe you won't want to get rid of me...
Mouth: Never did....ever.
Thorondir: *yawns* lies
Mouth: *shifts* no. really. just. I thought I had to....
Thorondir: >.< *cling*
Mouth: *plays with his hair*
Thorondir: you say that and you say you won't and then you do it again.
Mouth: shush. *kisses his forehead* always have come back.
Thorondir: ...cause I made you.
Mouth: o.o what?
Thorondir: I'd throw tantrums or run off to get hurt and you'd come back.
Mouth: Oh that kind of made. >.> *kisses*
Thorondir: *confused look* what other kinds?
Mouth: As in you created me.
Thorondir: oh. can't do that
Mouth: well I am a clone so. mn.
Thorondir: yes. so that means I can call you clone now instead of a real name, like you do to me.
Thorondir: ...don't like that either.
Mouth 2: *knocks and opens the door* Allo you two naughty sweetums
Thorondir: Speaking of things I don't like...
Mouth 2: The other Mouths have appointed me to retrieve the errant one here.
Thorondir: nope. He's mine. Go away.
Mouth 2: It's all of us or none of us and if we're doing a rotation thing. I've got dibs on you first for being the first imitation.
Mouth: I'm coming. *pries Thorondir off*
Thorondir: No! >.<
Mouth: goodnight. Sorry. *leaves*
Thorondir: grrr. *follows*
Mouth 2: *follows out*
Mouth: go back to your room. I'll see you later.
Mouth: I'll call Grima
Thorondir: >.< *stomps his foot* no!
Thorondir: *covers Mouth's mouth*
Mouth: *prys him off* Shoo. Better for you.
not being insecure. o.o he loves me, he loves me, he loves me...
Erendis: *pats and smiles*
Thorondir: *waves cast at Erendis* look what your husband did
Erendis: *bland look* looks like you got off easy.
Erendis: come on. *tugs him kitchenward*
Thorondir: What? I'm suffering from rejection
Erendis: *nods* Hush.
Thorondir: *mutters and hushes*
Erendis: *sets him down and makes him tea*
Thorondir: *buries his head in his arms*
Erendis: *sets his tea down and sits next to him*
Thorondir: *sips tea* >.<
Erendis: *pets and is generally comforting*
Thorondir: he keeps doing that. bah.
Erendis: *nods and listens*
Thorondir: at least Trotter was consistent...
Erendis: *tugs Thorondir into her lap*
Thorondir: o.o hi
Erendis: >.> say a word of this to anyone else and I will personally skin you alive
Erendis: *holds and is comforting again*
Erendis: *rocks him a little and hums*
Thorondir: *starts falling asleep*
Erendis: *smiles and pets*
Thorondir: *yawns* *curls up on Erendis and sleeps*
Erendis: *picks him up and takes him back to his room*
Thorondir: *wraps around a pillow*
Erendis: *pulls the covers over him and leaves to find grima*
Grima: *making cigarette traps*
Erendis: hello there.
Grima: mm. 'lo, mon.
Erendis: Is there anywhere i should avoid.
Grima: Whichever pockets has my cigarettes in them. *leans down and kisses*
Erendis: *wraps her arms around his neck and kisses back*
Grima: You smell like clone.
Erendis: I'm sorry. Had to carry Thorondir back to his room.
Grima: why? o.O
Erendis: he was tipsy. I gave him tea to try to sober him up.
Grima: >.< who gave him alcohol
Erendis: I didn't ask. He talks alot when he's drunk.
Erendis: didn't want to encourage it.
Erendis: *plays with his hands* Should I wash? Didn't think it would be that evident...
Grima: I'm low in cigarettes. Everything's evident right now. *nuzzles*
Erendis: mm. poor dear. *pets*
Grima: Also smell Mouthclone
Erendis: It's everywhere. >.< Think I killed one mid morning.
Grima: And...ginger. >.>
Erendis: working on gingersnaps
Erendis: The first batch turned out a little hard. We need more molasses or honey or something... mn
Grima: Send a Mouth to fetch it
Erendis: *rubs Grimas neck a bit* Have you seen Quorin?
Erendis: Then has he been recloned?
Grima: >.> probably.
Erendis: okay. Good. ...I think the stuff Ioreth has given me is starting to wear off.
Grima: *pets* Get you some more.
Erendis: good. *clings*