Remnants of the Earth
AEDOLIS => Haviah => Advanced Training Complex => Topic started by: Anonymous on June 18, 2008, 08:05:15 pm
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Hate. Hatehatehatehate. Devi hoped that the monster could feel her hatred where ever he was. Bad enough the bastard had to carve his name on her, but he had to pick a really, really, really annoying spot to make her show off. The uniforms were just not made for it.
Papers were scattered around her, various sketches of the uniform and ways she could modify them filling the pages. She wanted to keep the uniform still looking, well, like a uniform. And that was quite hard. Though she had finally worked out one way.
And was now trying to put it together. Devi wasn't bad with clothes, though she was a little rusty at it and this was not and easy project. She stabbed the needle back into the cloth, sending more dark thoughts to her mentor.
Though, honestly, her thoughts were a bit conflicted currently on that subject. She really didn't know how she felt about the monster. He was scary and not that nice, but there was...something about him. Devi didn't like him, not by any stretch of the imagination. But she did respect him. And she didn't hate him. Well, right now she kind of did. But in a more general way, she didn't hate him. It was odd.
Though this whole thing was fucked up. And she still hadn't met her room mate yet. Who was a giant bitch it seemed. She hadn't even met her and the gorgon cow was harping at her over the computer.
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Hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate. Chica wished that that prick Roman could feel her hatred. He couldn’t, of course. Not unless he was stalking her or something, but somehow she just didn’t feel important enough. Hell, her own mentor hadn’t shown his grimy face yet. Just lucky too, she was ready to vent and psychic or no he’d be getting the sharp side of her tongue. She’d been hoping for a girl too. Girls were easier to handle. But instead she was stuck with Darien, whoever he was. Stupid name.
She slid along the corridors outside the living quarters which housed the candidates, as well as the various military personnel who trained at the ATC, her large duffel slung over one shoulder. Everything she owned was in that bag, which was quite pathetic really.
If her tail and her air weren’t enough, the scowl on Chica’s face made anyone coming the opposite way give her wide berth, even those who appeared to be authority figures. Even if you were a general, you don’t want to go against an angry candidate. They tended to pop and go all telekinetic.
Her muscular tail moved in wide sweeps, pushing her forward at a comfortable pace, making her hips sway in a way that Chica thought was just downright sexy. Not that she was trying to be at the moment, it was just how she moved. Her drab grey candidates uniform wasn’t exactly becoming either.
How could they do this? Sticking her with some no name loser while Alaina got to share with Vaughan. That whore. That goddamn little whore. If there was ever going to be an ‘accident’ with her goggles coming off, she was going to be staring right at Alaina when it happened. She’d look much better as a statue anyway, chisel off her face and she might even go well in a hotel foyer or something.
She passed the room in which, if she had her room numbers right, Arrow and Phenyo would be in, then a little ways down came to a nondescript door with her room number on it. Glancing a little further down she let out a disgruntled snort. Down there, where the female rooms stopped and the male began, was Vaughan’s room. The room where that ugly harlot would be sleeping, feet from Vaughan, probably dreaming about him…
Yeah, that’s the only place she’ll ever get any, in her dreams.
Another snort later she pushed the button to slide the door open and slowly wound her way inside.
Completely ignoring her room mate, or rather, the bitch who was in her room, Chica dumped her bag on the unoccupied bed. She glanced about the room. Two beds, one on either wall, flanked the room. Each had a bedside table and a series of drawers that would pull out so they were over the bed. What looked like a cupboard door was at the head of each bed, so you’d have to stand on your bed to get at it. A door between the two beds, directly opposite the entry, led into a small bathroom. She grunted. It was tiny; everything designed to fold away and save space. Her room at home was about the same size, but she hadn’t had to share.
Her eyes locked onto Devi, as did those of her hair. She had no idea if the girl had said anything, and frankly she didn’t care. “Look you,” she snarled, voice dripping with malice, “I don’t share well, so here’s the deal. This is my room. While I’m here, you will be silent, you will be out of my way. You will be furniture. I’ll try to avoid being here at all costs, but when I am, I’m god.” As she spoke she slowly slid towards Devi, making sure she made herself tall enough to loom over her. “Now, if you do that, we shouldn’t have any problems, otherwise, the pilots might have a pretty new statue for one of the courtyards.” She scowled and her hair hissed angrily, a few mouths opening to show pointy fangs.
She was bigger.
She was stronger.
She had bite.
She was going to get her way, even if it meant bloodying this little bitch up a little.
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The candidate had jumped slightly as the other candidate stormed into the room. She had done her best to try and smile at her, wanting to get off on the right foot. Tail. Whatever. But the smile froze in place as the gorgon started to speak.
Devi was used to seeing strange creatures, having grown up in a melting pot of races, but the snake girl was a new one. And apparently as much of a raging bitch offline as she was online. And Devi wasn't one to take shit like that sitting down.
The girl carefully set her sewing to the side, a white bandage visible on her shoulder, covering most of it, "Listen. Bitch. This is not your room. This is our room. We have to share it."
Her eyes narrowed, the color a dark purple. Devi was used to sharing spaces and she would rather make things work with Chica then not. But she wasn't going to roll over for her. The candidate was on her feet in a smooth motion, body relaxed so she could move quickly. She had grown up in gangs and was more then ready for a fight.
"You don't fucking scare me and you don't get to fucking bully me." One finger jabbed out, poking the girl in the chest. Devi had little patience for this. She couldn't talk back or fight back when the monster hurt her. But she could with Chica and she was going to use that, "We can try this again and play nice or I can beat that pretty face of yours until it matches your personality. Your choice."
Devi might be smaller and lack the bite of the gorgon, but she was confident in her fighting ability and she was strong. She could do either option. It was up to the other girl. And if there was a fight, Devi wasn't afraid to fight dirty to even up the score. Something about a blunt object to the face tended to slow even much larger opponents.
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From the moment Devi opened her mouth, Chica saw red. Well, orange technically. She always saw orange, with her goggles on. The point was she was pissed. Not only had the little whore talked when she should have been silent, she’s called Chica a bitch.
How dare she?
Despite the bubbling anger rising in her gut, Chica smiled sweetly at Devi. “Devi,” she said pleasantly, “I’m sorry about that. It’s been a hard few days, and I’m just a little on edge. I do hope we can be friends.” Still grinning, she clapped her new ‘friend’ on the shoulder. The shoulder that she’d noticed was wrapped in bandage. She slapped it hard, and dug in her nails.
Her right hand balled into a fist and swung around towards the side of Devi’s head. She put all of her strength into it. The first punch was the most important one, after all. While she did, her hair acted on its own, lunging forward at a snakes incredible striking speed to bit Devi wherever they could. They didn’t have any venom, but they still hurt like hell.
She pushed her whole body forward, hoping to use her sheer bulk to topple the other candidate.
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Devi gave a hissing gasp at the slap of her shoulder. The wound wasn't that bad, but it was still tender and the snake girls claws digging into it hurt like hell. Which made her slow to dodge the girls punch.
She managed to twist out of the way enough to not take the full impact of Chica's fist, though it still stung her cheek. There was going to be a bruise there later and it made her viosion dance for a moment.
Devi moved to the side, twisting her body out of the way of Chica's lunge. There was no way she could out power the girl, the snake bitch was much larger and was stronger then she was.
But Devi was fast and nimble. And no stranger to a fight, though she wasn't as used to fighting someone she didn't want to maim/kill. Her arm came up to protect her face from the snakes, giving a small cry as they bit into her arm. Please don't let them be poisonous!
Her knee came up slamming up toward Chica's stomach as the snake girl was moving forward, hoping to use her forward momentum against her.
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Damn, this girl knew what she was doing. The extent of Chica’s fighting knowledge came from beating up schoolyard punks who laughed at her or called her names, which naturally very few did after the first couple of beatings. Sheer bulk and people’s fear of snakes usually freaked out whomever she was fighting enough to make them easy to take down. Devi however was not showing any signs that the snakes striking her arm were causing her anything more than a little discomfort.
Her face contorted as the knee caught her in the stomach, stopping her in her tracks. Chica let out a gasp as the air was pushed out of her. Reeling, she flailed out, her right hand finding Devi’s hair and grabbing hold of it. She yanked down and, with her free hand, aimed a punch for Devi’s face, still gasping slightly from being kneed.
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Devi tried to dodge out of the way of Chica's grab, though she wasn't fast enough. The gorgon got a fistful of her long hair and swung another punch at her. That Devi was not going to be dodging.
And the snake girl was strong. The punch rocked the girl back, her nose spurting blood. Though it didn't feel broken. That was at least a good sign. Devi wiped the blood from her face, snarling at her room mate, "You bitch. You are going to pay for that one."
Devi stomped down hard on Chica's tail with her heavy combat boots as she reached up, hands grabbing the girls head, ignoring the snakes that were writhing and biting. Then she slammed the snakes head into the wall. Repeatedly if she could stun the snake girl enough to be able to do it again.
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Sheer glee painted Chica’s face when her foe started to bleed. She might have even broken the girl’s nose. Oh, that would just be too perfect, for Devi’s pretty little face to be ruined like that.
Her jubilation was short lived, as the girl bounced back and stomped on Chica’s tail. While she was focusing on attacking with her upper body, Chica had neglected to keep her tail out of harms way, leaving it wide open to being stepped on. Her boot hit near the sensitive tip, making Chica yelp in pain. The feeling was not dissimilar to being kicked in the nuts.
She was brought back to reality as a pair of hands closed on her head, making her hair start biting at them frantically. The boot that was still digging into her tail made resisting difficult.
She felt her head slam into the wall, hitting on the left side of her face. The impact made her skull ring. Then it hit again, and again. After the third hit, she was having trouble seeing. She punched, feeling her fist hit the soft flesh that could only mean one thing.
Hah. Punched in the tit, bitch!
She pushed towards Devi, tackling her with her shoulder in an attempt to get the girl off her now throbbing tail. A warm trickle of blood ran down her left cheek from the head wound that, as head wounds tended to do, was gushing.
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At the feeling of Chica punching her in the breast, Devi swore loudly, quickly releasing the girls head and clutching her abused tit, "Sonofabitch!" She could feels tears prick her eyes. That was a very sensitive place to get punched.
And it meant that she was too distracted to get out of Chica's way as the girl pushed her back. She stummbled, her lean form no match for Chica's mass and power. She went down hard, her shoulder cracking loudly against the edge of the bed.
But Devi kept a tight hold on Chica, twisting around to try and get on top of the snake. It was hard to get a grip on her hair, the blood coating the snakes. But Devi wasn't going to give up just yet.
Another snarl and she head butted the snake girl right in her nose.
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Devi fell, giving Chica’s tail sweet release, and let go of her head. Unfortunately the girl grabbed her and brought Chica down on top of her. She landed hard, pulled down by Devi’s weight, her body on top of Devi’s.
Then the struggle began. Now that they were on the floor it became a game of who could get on top, and Chica had the advantage there. She used her weight to pin Devi, one hand planted on either shoulder, coiling her tail up onto the girl to add weight.
A solid head smacked her in the nose, snapping Chica’s head back and making blood gush from her nose.
“Bitch!” she howled through the stream of blood that was flowing over her mouth.
The tousle began, with each girl trying to get the advantage. Chica clawed at Devi, trying to find that injured shoulder again while her tail tried to wrap around the smaller girl to pin her in place.
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And unfortunately, Devi was very much disadvantaged for this. Chica was bigger, stronger and that tail gave her a hell of a advantage. But that didn't mean Devi was giving up. Her head butt seemed to have thrown the girl off.
While Chica was yelling, Devi's arm was franticully searching for anything she could use as a weapon. Because she was very much out classed and her only hope was to get a weapon of some sort.
Her hand brushed over the scissors she had been using early, but she pushed those away. She didn't want to kill Chica or even seriously hurt her. She just wanted to even the playing field a bit.
She she searched, she did her best to kick her feet against Chica's tail. She screamed as Chica's nails found her shoulder and she turned her head, bitting down hard on the snake girls hand.
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Ow!
Chica lurched when Devi bit her hand, making her head bang heavily into the bedside table. Her hand yanked away as a lamp hit the floor.
Angry red bite marks showed where Devi had bitten her, making her hand throb. She glared at her, formed that hand into a fist and started manically punching Devi’s head.
Her tail managed to hook around the girls legs and began to tighten, squeezing hard. Given time, it could break those legs.
Her hair kept biting, lunging at whatever was closest. The closest part of Devi was, at the moment, her chest, so an endless rain of snakebites attacked her breasts. Chica could barely see from the blood running over her left goggle, and what vision she had was blurry, the room seeming to shift around her, but she didn’t stop punching.
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Devi was not in a good place. Not at all. Her legs were trapped and there was no way she was going to overpower that tail. And she couldn't really dodge the punches from the snake girl.
One hand did its best to protect her torso from the snake bites as the other one continued to desperately fumble for a weapon. And her fingers closed over the lamp. With a smooth motion, putting as much of her body as she could into the swing, Devi cracked the lamp against Chica's head.
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She was winning, which of course made Chica happy. Unfortunately that glee, combined with her vision problems, meant she failed to notice her opponent grabbing the lamp that had fallen down.
A loud crack was all Chica heard before she tumbled off Devi. He head stung where the lamp hit her, and she could feel a number of her snakes were hurt as well. She rolled onto her back, gasping for breath and trying to focus. She was not going to be the one to come off worse here.
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Devi didn't wait for Chica to recover. The moment the gorgons weight was off her, the girl rolled over, swinging the lamp into the girls head again. She wanted this fight over before it got much worse. And Chica didn't seem like she was going to be backing down.
"Fucking...give...up ...already!" Each word was broken up by another smack to the head with the lamp. Devi didn't want to kill Chica, but knocking her unconscious would be nice.
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Chica’s attempts to stand up, or at least roll back onto Devi, were interrupted by being struck on the forehead by the lamp again. Hard.
“Ow!” she howled, grapping at Devi’s throat, “Fucking, ow, bitch. Stop hitting me you whore!” The lamp fell for a final time, and Chica slipped into blackness. Her body went limp, hands letting go of Devi and slumping to the floor.
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When the gorgon released her throat, Devi dropped back gasping for air. She didn't move for a few moments, just lay on the floor panting as she stared at the ceiling.
Fuck.
That had been less then fun. Though Devi was feeling quite a bit more relaxed. Nothing better then a good fight to get all that frustration out. Well, besides good sex. But Devi wasn't really much in the mood for that.
Eventually she pulled herself up, wincing as she moved. That girl could hit hard. She was going to be sore tomorrow. Devi glanced around, looking for something to use to staunch the blood leaking from her nose. Stupid cow. It didn't feel broken and it had better not be or she was waking her up again with a boot to the face.
Though she did think about rummaging through Chica's stuff first. She wasn't going to get blood all over her shit if she didn't have too. It wasn't her fault her room mate was a bitch who liked to start fights. It didn't look very promising though.
With a sigh she headed into the bathroom, doing her best to clean off her face a little. A bit of toilet paper up her nose and she was ready. Hopefully. Steeling herself Devi returned to the other room, stopping in front of Chica.
"Fat cow." With another sigh, Devi reached down and gripped Chica by her tail, pulling it over her shoulder and began to drag the unconscious girl down the hallway and toward the medic.
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The first thing Chica noticed when she came to was that the room looked weird. She blinked and sat up. Feeling oddly cold, Chica looked down and blushed when she realised that her uniform was gone, pulling the bed sheet up to her chest. Oh, right, the fight. Her clothes had probably gotten all bloody. How she’d gotten back to her room was an interesting yet pointless question that she really didn’t care to answer.
Rolling out of bed was, surprisingly, pain free. They really did go all out here in the ATC apparently, she didn’t even feel bruised, which was really, really good. A nice fight had calmed her down some, and she didn’t want to have to be reminded of it for the next two weeks.
The lamp which Devi had used to knock her down had been replaced, the blood smears on the wall cleaned off. The whole room looked new, other than her unmade bed.
She rummaged through her bag, which had been left on the floor, and pulled out a new uniform. As she pulled her shirt over her head, Chica realised what was wrong. Shit, her goggles! She looked about frantically for them, then felt stupid when she saw them sitting on her beside table. Once they were strapped back in place the world returned to it’s usual tint. Much better.
Now fully dressed in her shirt, jacket and poorly stitched handmade skirt, Chica busied herself with packing all of her things away, stowing her bag under her bed, and hanging her poster of Cory from IF on the cupboard door above the head of her bed.
She took a moment to sigh at the image of the blonde haired, tan scaled god that was Cory, standing with his bass guitar and looking right at her with eyes that said ‘I want to be in you’. The thought made her squirm with glee and let out a little giggle, which was a really strange sound coming from her.
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Devi sighed, her head still a little sore as she made her way back to her room. Damn room mate packed one hell of a punch. Though, to be perfectly honest, Devi had actually enjoyed the fight, getting to cut loose like that. And hopefully that meant that she knocked whatever stick was up Chica's ass out.
Stepping into the room, she noticed that Chica was conscious finally. And....making some really weird noise that took Devi a moment to realize was a giggle. It wasn't that far from a normal one, Chica just really didn't seem like the giggling type.
She leaned against the door, warily watching the gorgon, "So, you done being a bitch? Because I would really much rather get along with you. I don't want to spend the next three years butting heads with you."
Pushing away from the door frame, Devi headed back to her bed, dropping down on it, "Besides, it will be much harder to throw bitchin' parties if you don't want to help. And I think that after those punches of yours, I want some fuckin' beer."
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Cory looked so damn hot in his unbuttoned shirt, hair all messy and cool. His firm looking tail, that muscular chest, piercing blue eyes, it all drove her wild. Maybe now that Vaughan was a candidate Cory would visit. The thought made her stomach feel all fluttery. Chica would o anything Cory asked. Anything.
Devi’s voice cut through her imaginings, making Chica jolt with fright and her dace darken. When Chica blushed there was no subtlety to it, because even if her face didn’t get too red, her hair all flushed at the same time. She leaned back, using her flexibility to hang upside down and look at Devi. Not wanting to admit that she’d been a total bitch, Chica just watched her, dropping down onto the floor and turning her head back around so she was just looking at Devi normally.
She didn’t sit, but lowered herself down so she was on a sitting level. “Yeah, I was thinking of throwing a party actually. It’d be fun to watch people get pissed and make fools of themselves. And…you hit pretty good yourself…uh…Devi.” She scratched the back of her neck uncomfortably, the looked at her hand when a large piece of skin came away. Looked like it was that time again.
Once every few months Chica shed all of her skin and was fresh and pretty for about a week. It was the perfect time to have a party actually, since she’d be looking her best, all shiny and pretty.
“Ok, so we have a party. How about the night before our next free day? That way we can sleep it off the next day and not get in shitloads of trouble.”
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Devi smirked as she watched the other girl moon and sigh over the naga in the poster. Though Devi would admit that he was pretty good looking. Wouldn't say no to him, that was for sure. As she was trying to smooth things over, she chose to not comment on the girl's obvious crush.
"That sounds like the perfect time! And I haven't heard that parties aren't allowed, so we shouldn't get raided or anything." She paused, tapping her chin, "We need booze though. I don't know where there is any here. But it will be a shit party with no liqueur."
The pink haired candidate scooted back onto her bed, resting against the wall, "Anyway we can like...sneak some in? Or is there a place we can steal some from? I mean, the pilots drink right? So there should be some somewhere."
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Chica peeled a long piece of skin off he front of her neck and tossed it on the floor. Gross. “Well, I think they go out into the city to guy it, which we can’t do. Buuuut, I’ve been giving this thought since day one. There’s a guy in the cafeteria who can smuggle us alcohol if we pay him. And….you might get groped. But it’s all in the name of party!”
She grinned at Devi. At least she seemed to have a sense of fun. Maybe this wouldn’t be all that bad.
“Sooo, whaddaya say?” She was almost bouncing with excitement. Parties were fun!
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"Okay, first, ew." Devi pointed at the piece of skin Chica had tossed on the floor, "Don't toss you skin on the floor. There are garbage cans for that." She did not want to find little pieces of Chica all ocer the room.
"And that works for me! Though why am I the one getting groped?" Not that she wouldn't do it. Devi needed some booze and that was worth letting some guy awkwardly paw her breasts or butt. Unless he was really nasty. Then maybe not.
She laughed at Chica's excitement, "I think it sounds like we need to get us some beer and send an invite out!"
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“Oh, right, sorry. I used to do that to bother my siblings”
She dent down and picked up the skin, sliding into the bathroom I the search of a bin. As she came back out with a small bin she said, “Because, he’s already felt mine, I’m only warning you he might go for yours. He’s harmless though, just a kinda awkward guy in his 20’s.”
She returned to her bed and began hunting the exposed bits of her skin for any more loose bits, especially on her tail. Shedding was a difficult task. She’d get the stuff in delicate areas off in the shower.
“Yup, beer, tequila, vodka, all the good stuff. I’ll handle the invite.” She paused and thought for a moment.
“You know, we need to settle out fight. I’m not yet satisfied,” she gave her an evil grin, “Any suggestions?”
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Devi just shrugged, "It's not that big a deal, just a bit of dead skin. But I really don't want it all over the room." As Chica began to pick more of the skin off, Devi cocked her head, watching her, "Do you want some help with that?" Reaching her back couldn't be easy.
"Oh, well, that's alright then." Devi gave a small laugh and rolled her eyes, "But whatever. Wont be the first time I've had to let someone grope me so I could get some beer." Devi then tapped her finger against her chin, "We had probably be a little careful about broadcasting the fact there will be alcohol. Don't want the pilots showing up to take it all."
And while Devi was fine with getting in trouble for underage drinking, she really didn't want to get other people in trouble for her part habits if she could avoid it. Though Chica's comment made her raise one bright blue eyebrow, "I think that I kicked your scaly ass and you are trying to weasel out of that."
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Gods damn she hated shedding. As soon as the first bit came off she started feeling all itchy. It was just her mind playing tricks, like how your head felt itchy when someone talked about lice. She was going to look all motley and horrid for the next few days, but it was all worth it in the end. It meant she was growing, after all. Growth was good. She loved being big, it made her feel powerful and confident.
Chica idly plucked at the shin of her arms while she spoke. “Nah, I’m good, thanks.” Reaching her back was in fact very difficult. It wasn’t that she couldn’t reach back there, but it was hard to make sure you’d gotten all the skin. Despite that, she wasn’t really comfortable with Devi yet, so there was going to be no topless skin peeling romps.
“I checked,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone, “We’re allowed to have parties, we’re allowed alcohol. I guess they think we can’t get booze so it doesn’t matter if it’s allowed. Or maybe it’s some sort of…like…test of ingenuity or something? Who knows? Anyway, the only thing we’re really doing wrong is serving to some underage people. I really don’t think they’ll care.”
She hoped they didn’t care. The plan was to get everyone as drunk as their stomaches could handle. Puking was not fun, so the balance had to be precise. Besides, only a few of them were under eighteen, the legal drinking age in Haviah, so they should be able to get away with it. She pitied the poor souls on planets were the age was twenty one. Ah yes, sixteen for sex, eighteen for booze. That seemed silly actually, saying you could have sex two years before you could drink.
In response to that arching blue brow Chica planted her hands on her hips and tilted her head. “You cheated. I could have killed you in a second if I had have used my eyes, I was going easy on you. That lamp was foul play.”
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Devi hadn't really wanted to pick skin of Chica, but she felt it would be nice to offer, try and rebuild the bridge that had gotten set on fire earlier. Though she was a little relieved when the gorgon turned her down.
"That's good to know we wont get raided or anything. And, well, hopefully no one will notice the whole giving alcohol to minors thing." Hopefully people like Dyerlich wouldn't notice. Because she didn't really want to know what other tortures he had been thinking about recently and wanted to give a go at.
Devi was a big fan of getting everyone drunk and dancing. It made things so much more fun. And people were much more relaxed once they had a drink or two. And then the cheesy party games could begin.
Chica's comment got a snort from Devi, "Turning me into stone is cheating. I won fair and square. You lost, I won. Live with it." She smiled prettily at Chica and crossed her arms over her chest.
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“Hmph, well, whatever.”
Chica gave her a small scowl in return, her pride just a tad bruised by being beaten by such a small girl. Well, she wasn’t puny or anything, but Chica would have been at least twice has heavy as her.
“Well, anyway, we should go get the booze I suppose…” she glanced at the clock on her bedside table, “Oh. Shit, tomorrow I guess, I didn’t realise it was so late.” Just as she said that the clock flashed over, and suddenly it was the next day. She’d been out for almost the entire day.
Crap.
Good thing she’d finished all her classes. Still, she didn’t feel tired at all, which would likely mean sleep wouldn’t come very easily. Fabulous, now on top of everything her internal clock was going to be all whacky.
“Well….anyway, I need a shower,” she said to Devi while turning to rummage through her drawers. She produced a long black shirt, which was what she slept in. She had a lacy silk thing too somewhere, but that was for special occasions.
She slid into the bathroom, pushing the button to close the door behind her. It was really quite small, which meant she had to loop over herself to get her tail in comfortably. It was nice enough, with a toilet and wash basin that slid out of the wall at the push of a button a bench and a bath with a shower above it. The bath was actually quite big, which was good. It was hard to get all of her into small baths.
Once she’d relieved herself Chica stripped down and put her clothing into the washing chute. She’d only really been wearing them for a few minutes, but the system was automated and she couldn’t be bothered folding them up herself, so let the damn machines do it.
She slipped into the shower, which was a matter of letting the front coil of her tail flop in, then pulling in the rest. Yanking the shower curtain closed she noted dryly how cheap that was. The least they could have done was some tasteful glass or something, rather than the bland white plastic that matched the bland while everything else.
The water came on at the push of a button. At first it was freezing cold, making her yelp and move out of the stream. Whatever idiot had been in this room before thought it funny to set the thing to cold. Bastards. Twisting the little knob made the water heat up to a pleasant temperature and Chica plunged her head under the water, making her hair squirm with delight. It liked getting washed. Glancing down she noticed the bath was filling up. She blinked, then realised she must have accidentally pushed the plug closed. Oh well, might as well have a bath now. She pushed a button labelled ‘Bath’, which caused water to burst form another jet down in the tub.
Turning the shower off she sat down in the quickly rising water, enjoying the slight massage her tail was getting from the jet. The bath filled quickly and the jet stopped, so Chica took the soap from its shelf and began washing herself at the leisurely pace, occasionally stopping to pick some skin off and place it on the corner of the tub. She didn’t particularly want to be sitting in a pool of her own sheddings. And if Devi wanted a bath, she could just bloody wait.
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Devi smirked smugly at Chica as she flopped back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She should get art or a poster or something for up there. The room felt so empty. Chica shouldn't feel too bad about losing, Devi might be smaller then she was, but she was used to fighting and had learned how to take down people larger then she was.
Turning her head to glance over at the gorgon, Devi smiled at her, "I can't wait for a drink. I feel like I need about 12 already."
As her room mate headed off the the shower, Devi gave a sigh and hauled herself back up. She needed to work on her uniform some more. It was going to take ages to modify all her uniforms, but she needed to be able to change her clothes.
Bitch just had better not use all the hot water. Though they probably didn't have to worry about that here. It was all...fancy and expensive here. Yet still cheap all at the same time. It was strange.
Another sigh as she pulled the uniform back out and she set to work taking the shoulders apart and fixing them so they would still look nice and show her new scar off. Devi didn't want to look trashy in her uniform, which made this hard.
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Despite knowing that she was sitting in a pool of her own filth with microscopic organisms having sex all around her, Chica was very relaxed in her warm bath. She washed herself slowly, taking a good half hour before she was confident that she’d removed all the skin that was ready to shed.
She drained the water from her bath and towelled herself off. Very nice towels actually, soft and fluffy. Her nightshirt was loose, with a tight neck that her hair struggled a little to get through. Silly things never did learn to go through first.
After brushing her pearly whites Chica slipped back into the room, noticing Devi’s sewing. She had no idea how to sew, never had the patience for it. “Uh, what’s that for?” she asked, pointing to Devi’s work. She looked to be modifying her uniform. Chica didn’t even know that was allowed. Maybe Devi would do hers too, make it less frumpy. The jacket made her look like a rectangle, and her skirt was made by her, thus very badly made.
Sighing, she flicked off the rooms main light. She wasn’t even tired, but Devi probably was. She slid into her bed, which was unmade from before, yanking the covers up to her chin then reaching down to pull down her shirt, which was riding up.
“Well….goodnight Devi.” She wasn’t even sleepy. Devi would probably want a shower, but once she went to bed Chica would just lie there and think and maybe do…things….when Devi was asleep.
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Devi looked up as Chica exited the bathroom and smiled at her. She really wanted things to go smoothly between them. And hopefully the fight had cleared the air, "I have to show off my scar," Her hand came up to finger the bandage that covered her shoulder, "And DyerBear told me that I could modify my uniform to show it off."
Though she was getting tired, so the project went back to it's home and Devi padded into the bathroom, stripping as she went. Her clothes went down the shoot and she stood naked in front of the mirror as she brushed her teeth. Her body was still covered in bruises from her fight and snake bites still dotted her body. The worst of the damage had been fixed, but Dyerlich had left enough damage that she was still sore.
A hot shower sounded heavenly. The pink haired girl turned to the side, frowning as she looked over her breasts. Chica's were huge compared to hers. But people didn't like them to big...right? Another sigh and Devi shook her head. Who was she kidding? Just because she tended to like her girls a bit on the slender side didn't mean most people did.
After rinsing her mouth Devi stepped into the shower, turning the water on. She waited until it was nice and hot, just shy of being too much. God, what was with the shisty curtain?
She was too tired to take a long shower, but she still took her time, relaxing her muscles and letting the heat sooth the bruises. And it was nice to really scrub her hair out. It still felt dirty from getting dunked in the toilet, which she new was stupid. The water had been clean. But she still felt gross.
The room was filled with steam by the time the candidate stepped out of the shower and started to dry off. She pulled the thin tank top over her head before wrapping her pink hair in the towel. She would just let it air dry and just have to straighten it in the morning, blow drying was to much effort right then. Tiny booty shorts finished off the pj's and she padded back into the other room.
"Hey Chica. You gonna go to bed?" Devi wasn't as well endowed as the gorgon was, but her body was fit and toned and there were a number of small scars all over. Devi plopped down onto her bed and pulled out a small nail box and proceeded to do her toes a bright bronze color.
Though by the time she was done, Devi was ready for bed. Tossing the towel over her pillow, she curled up in bed, snuggling under the covers, "'Night Chica. Sweet dreams."
Devi's even breathing soon made it clear she was fast asleep. As she sunk deeper into sleep, she began to mumble softly. It was hard to hear across the room, but she was talking. Something about a bunny in a bus and....couscous.
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So, Devi had to show off some sort of scar. Chica lay in her bed thinking about that while Devi showered. She was actually glad that her mentor still hadn’t shown up, she didn’t want to be carved into.
She watched Devi idly as she painted her toes, ego swelling just a little. There was no doubting that Devi was pretty, Chica supposed she had nice legs and a fit body. Chica wasn’t much of a judge when it came to legs; they all kind of looked the same to her. Devi had a nice bum, which was the only thing about her Chica envied. She had hips that gave her some curve, but there was no fleshy rump, just tail, and human bums were hot. She wished she had one…but then again she couldn’t really see how that would work without legs. The lack of butt was made up for by what was obviously a superior bust. Chica loved her boobs, and seeing Devi’s made her feel all bubbly. Devi’s weren’t tiny, but they were hills in comparison to Chica’s flesh mountains.
Chica blinked, realising she’d just been mentally undressing Devi. Weird.
“Night…” she mumbled in response, still lying down. Devi soon fell asleep, leaving Chica alone with her thoughts.
Of course, she couldn’t think of anything to think about. She gazed up at the poster above her head, staring at an upside down Cory. Yes, fantasising was just what this moment called for.
Her fantasies were cut short however by Devi making noise. At first Chica thought she was just hearing things, but as she listened it became clear. Devi was talking in her sleep. Slipping out of her bed quietly, Chica moved over to her roommate, looming over her and listening.
It was random mumblings, something about rabbits, no bunnies, on a bus. And...cussing? She could only imagine what Devi was dreaming about, but there was only one thing to do in a situation like this. Influence her dream.
Leaning in close, Chica whispered, “Devi? Deeevi. Why are you naked sweetie?”
That should send the dream in an interesting direction.
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Devi considered herself to be quite pretty, she just wished she had more curve to her shape. She wasn't boyish looking, but she didn't have the amazing shape that so many other girls had. Devi was always to physical to get those nice, fleshy curves. Or huge breasts like Chica, which she envied with a passion.
At Chica's whisperings, Devi's face scrunched up lightly and the girl rolled over, mumbling softly, "'M naked....cause you are...."
Devi sat on the large bus, up front watching the driver. The driver was a white rabbit in a smoking jacket. She had been eating food until a moment ago, then she found herself naked and Chica was standing in the aisle next to her, nude as well.
"You have huge breasts Chica."
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Chica pulled herself up to avoid being whacked in the face by Devi’s shoulder as she rolled over. She blushed. So Devi was dreaming about her naked, a bus, and bunnies. That idea seemed more than a little wrong to Chica. She desperately wished now, more than ever, that she could do tricky psychic things and watch Devi’s dream.
As it was however, she would have to rely on getting Devi to speak, which didn’t really seem to be a problem. Quirking an eyebrow at Devi’s comment, Chica looked down at her chest. They were that big. Huge compared to Devi, but she’d never really considered them huge herself. This girl has some weird thoughts floating about in her subconscious, maybe some breast envy.
“I…er…thanks Devi.” She tried to think of what to say, how to encourage her to reveal more about what was going on in her mind. Without waking her up of course, that wouldn’t be pretty.
She grinned, thinking of a way to maybe turn Devi’s own fascination against her. “Devi,” she whispered, leaning in close, “Where are we Devi? Tell me where we are and you can touch ‘em.”
It would also tell Chica just what Devi’s apparent interest in her funbags was.
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Chica was leaning closer to her now, smiling at her. Though it wasn't just Chica, there was some of Devi's old friend back home. They were the same person and not all at the same time the way things can do that in dreams.
Devi mumbled something incoherent, her nose wrinkling in her sleep.
Chica was asking her some strange question. Devi gave her a puzzled look, tilting her head.
"We're....onna....bus."
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Chica sagged and let out a relieved sigh. At least she wasn’t stuck in a room with some rabid muff diver, though the subject of Devi’s dream was still a little disturbing. On the other hand, who could blame her for dreaming about such an exquisite beauty like Chica?
So they were on a bus. Right. What could she possibly make happen on a bus?
Finding it difficult to come up with anything good, she simply asked, “Devi, what do you think of me?”
There, now maybe she’d get some honest information. Ooh! She might even be able to dig up some dirty secrets if she did this right.
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Devi turned from where she had been looking out the window. There were lots of those underwater cleaning monkies around. She had thought she had killed them all. But Chica was talking to her again.
She frowned, confused as to why Chica had asked her that question.
"I....donno." Devi mumbled, her expression slightly puzzled in her sleep, "Kinna a bitch....but....not to bad....I think."
She hadn't really decided how she felt about the gorgon yet. On one hand, she seemed cool enough, if not slightly creepy in her gushing over Vaughan and IF. On the other hand, she had punched Devi.
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Bitch?
Bitch?
Chica was no bitch. She was just…opinionated. Opinionated and aggressive, yeah. There was nothing wrong with being a little forceful when you knew you were right, and that fight, well that was all Alaina’s fault. Just thinking about that little whore Alaina in the same room as her Vaughan made Chica’s blood boil.
She looked Devi over quickly, then with a sly grin whispered, “Hey Devi, how come your ass is so huge and your tits are so small?”
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That got a frown out of the sleeping girl. She didn't look very happy about that at all, "My...ass is no' big..."
Devi stood up, glaring at Chica, clothed again as her dream shifted again. How dare she! Her butt was not big! It still fit just fine into those pants!
Then the anger was replaced by a sad frown and Devi curled up, one arm curling around her breasts, "....tits...not that small....really..."
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Playing with Devi’s sleeping brain was turning out to be really, really fun. But how to make it even better? She pondered, then snapped her fingers when an idea came.
Checking to see that Devi was still fast asleep, Chica slipped over to her bed and quietly rummaged through the drawers until she found her camera. Grinning, and doing a good job of looking mincing, she loomed over Devi again.
Once the camera was turned and the lens cover retracted Chica whispered to Devi, “Prove it then, take your top off.”
Hehehe. This would be good.
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Chica was so strange in her dream. Devi was pretty sure the gorgon was coming on to her. How odd. But she did cross her arms over her chest, glaring.
"My tits 're just fin'..."
Devi murmured again and gave a soft sound half snore half snort.
The dream was no longer on the bus. They were now in a classroom at the ATC and the rabbit was not Vyo, though with rabbit ears. Which was all quite right in the dream. And she and Chica started to follow it down the hallway.
"Oh...no. We...can't go that way....the bathroom is that way..."
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Flinging her hands up in frustration, Chica grunted and turned away from Devi’s sleeping form. Fine, so she wasn’t going to get Devi to humiliate herself. Whatever. Not like anyone would care anyway.
Damn boring Devi…
Having thoroughly given up Chica slid back over to her bed and tucked the camera away. Sliding under the covers and pulling her tail up she impatiently waited for sleep, eventually drifting off after listening to Devi ramble in incoherently for an hour.
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The dream continued on its strange path for a while, Devi going on some strange adventures through it before morning arrived. Waking groggily to the sound of her alarm, Devi blinked in the darkness, hand fumbling blindly for the alarm before hitting the switch.
She wanted to get a shower in before Chica woke up. Seemed silly too as she had showered before bed, but Devi preferred to shower in the morning and wanted to get back on that schedule. It would just be a quick one, probably wont even wash her hair.
Stumbling into the bath room, Devi shed her pjs and stepped into the hot water, letting it wake her up. She was a bit longer then she had expected, luxuriating the feeling of the warm water on her bruises. She was going to be a bit stiff today, that was for sure.
And what had been up with her dream last night?
Devi mulled the question over as she got out of the shower and toweled off. A quick blow dry as she stood in front of the mirror, towel around her waist as she did her hair. As she couldn't wear real clothes at the ATC, she would just have to have more fun with her hair. Pinning and twisting and styling, several minutes later the candidates hair was done up in a funky, twisted do.
Blowing her reflection a kiss, she headed back into the other room, not bothering to fix the fact that the towel was only around her waist. They were all girls here and Devi really wasn't worried about it. Nudity was so prolific that it had lost most of it's meaning to Devi.
Crazy ass dream though. Devi started to get dress, taking extra care on her underwear choice. She didn't think she would be running into DyerBear today, as she had classes, so a nicer one might be safe. It was probably a good thing that she had to wear the uniform. Probably never forgive the bastard if he ruined a set of her actual clothes.
"Hey. Chica. You awake?"
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Chica’s dream, which was about her dreaming about Devi dreaming about her, was broken by the sound of running water. She ignored it, fighting her brain, trying to make it slow down again and let her sleep. All hope of that was lost when a blow dryer whirred into life, which to Chica’s sleepy ears sounded like a jet engine turning on in the next room, causing her to open her eyes. The burry world disappeared again as she closed them again, grumbling into her pillow.
She heard Devi trot out and fluff around with something, not really caring, until her roommate spoke, which earned a groan and a reply of, “Nnnnrgh, no.” Clutching her pillow like it was a lifeline to her comfy bed Chica blinked away the blur, then blinked again when she saw Devi. Her eyes widened with surprise as she looked at the girl standing there topless…no wait, naked. Devi had dropped her towel to put on underwear.
A pink tinge touched Chica’s cheeks as she watched. Her friends, her old friends now, had changed in front of her before, the girls anyway, but Chica had never felt particularly comfortable with it. Not that she liked girls or anything. Nope. No way. She just felt weird when another girl was naked and she wasn’t, like if she wasn’t as comfortable as they were she was being a pervert by looking, which was odd, because she’d have no problem looking at a guy who was naked when she was clothed.
Alright, so Devi was rather attractive, wait, no not attractive. Pretty. Yeah, she was pretty, Chica wasn’t attracted to her though. She certainly wasn’t staring at her nipples as inconspicuously as she could.
Chica seethed with envy at Devi’s panties. Not having any legs she was unable to wear them, which made her very jealous. Not only did Devi’s look pretty nice, but she knew Cory collected panties, and that she’d never have the opportunity to fling hers to him on stage.
She rolled out of bed with a grunt, straightening herself up to a standing position and lazily wound her way into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she busied herself with plucking off a few bits of loose skin and tossing them into the trash before scrubbing her teeth and using the toilet. Once she’d finished, and after she’d taken a moment to calm herself down (not that seeing Devi naked has gotten her excited or anything) Chica slid back into the room.
Reaching over her bed to her drawers she pulled out a uniform and a bra and laid them out on her bed. With a sigh, and trying not to think about it, Chica pulled off her sleeping shirt and tucked it under her pillow. She fought the rising blush and tried to forget that she was standing there naked, gold nipple rings and all. Those were an epic mistake at the time, and while she did regret it, she also kind of liked them so had decided to leave them in.
Turning away from Devi she busied herself with getting dressed, feeling stupid for being so embarrassed. It wasn’t like she wasn’t naked often. Being part snake Chica liked to go sunbathe, and to avoid tan lines she did so nude. It was hard to find a secluded sunny spot here, but she’d discovered all of the rooves had maintenance stairs leading up to them, and she’d been slipping up there between classes to tan for a while.
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Paying more attention to getting dressed then the snake girl in the bed, Devi was blissfully unaware of Chica checking her out. The pinked haired girl fussed with her hair a bit more in the mirror that hung on the inside door of her closet. She had to share one bathroom with 4 other people, sometimes more depending if their mother had a boyfriend at the time or not, so she had gotten used to doing most of her hair and makeup at her closet. Her room at home hadn't actually been that much different then her current one.
Tattooed down Devi's spine and curling around her hips was a swirling design. She had gotten it on a whim, but rather liked it. One was supposed to get tattoos in a gang. She had gotten her gangs symbol on her arm, but had gotten it removed after leaving. Her pale skin was dotted with scars as well, most of them faded from time.
Smiling at her reflection as she started to put her makeup on, Devi glanced over at the gorgon in the mirror's reflection as she reemerged from the bathroom, "Hey. So you'll never believe the dream I had last night. Okay...I don't remember a lot of it, but I am positive it was weird. And I think you were in it."
Turning her attention back to her makeup, Devi started to do her eyeshadow. It was just going to be classes today, so she went with something simple, "Nice piercings. I used to have some rings down my side that you could lace a ribbon through."
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Her hands flew to her chest instinctively when Devi mentioned her piercings. She managed to stutter out, “Uh…thanks. That sound cool,” through intense blushing. “That’s a cool tattoo,” she mumbled, turning away from Devi to look at her clothes again. The ink on her own back formed two fairy wings, starting at her shoulders and going down, with ‘IF’ in complicated script in between her shoulder blades. That was another souvenir of a drunken night she’d rather forget, but she still liked the tattoo.
“So,” she chirped trying to make her voice strong again, “tell me about this dream then.” Hearing Devi’s recollection of her dreams would be interesting. She listened to Devi, pulling on her white tank top and sliding her poorly made grey skirt over her tail. Once it was around her waist she did up the little zip that had been the fly when it was still a pair of pants.
She blinked, pausing, when she realised she’d forgotten to put on a bra while listening to Devi recounting her dreams. Deciding that redressing was going to be far too much effort, Chica shrugged and shoved her bra back into its drawer. She yearned for the day when she could create and maintain a psychic bra; do away with the damn things that never fit quite right. Once she’s adjusted her breasts so that they sat comfortably in her top Chica opened her own closet door and pulled out a small makeup case. Trying to ignore the reflection of Devi’s tits, she applied a quick coat of translucent orange lip gloss, just to bring out her lips a little. Her hair wriggled idly.
Replacing the case, Chica planted her hands on her hips and studied herself. Yep, damn fine, just like she’d expected. It was too bad they had to wear that damn horrible grey.
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"Thanks. I like tattoos. I've been thinking about getting more." Devi sighed at her reflection as she applied her pale pink lip gloss, "Though it probably wont really happen soon with all this....training stuff." She didn't really imagine that it was going to be likely to go to a tattoo parlor while stuck in the ATC. "You have a pretty cool one too. Where was it done? Maybe you can take me there? If we ever get to leave on our free days..."
Once her makeup was applied, just something light that helped counteract the unflattering uniforms. She was still modifying hers to show off her shoulder once it was healed. But she hadn't finished them yet, so she was still stuck in the normal one. Not that her modified one was much better. But she figured she could tailor them a bit while she was already messing with them.
Turning to look at Chica to tell her about the crazy dream, Devi blinked slowly as she took in the ill fitting, poorly made skirt, "Chica? Would you like me to make you a better skirt? I'm not bad with a needle and thread. And it would fit you a lot better." Devi was already getting ideas of how to play around with it, make some cool designs with the seams.
"Oh! Dream! It started out....umm...on a bus I think." Devi turned back to her closet, pulling her bra on, not feeling comfortable going without one the way Chica was, "And there was a bunny or something driving the bus. I don't really remember. It was pretty crazy. But then you were there. And we were both naked and you kept asking me about stuff. It was pretty insane."