Your OC Is Having A Sleepover With The OC Above

"I've heard some unsavory rumors about you, sir." Lacie told Johnson from where she stood at the table. There was a moment's pause as she picked up the teapot, cradling it in her arms for a moment before pouring a stream of tea into one cup, and then into another. "I've heard you have the most horrid sense of smell, and that when you wink, both of your eyes sometimes close on accident."

That was far more concerning than him lobotomizing his wife!

Lacie looked up at Johnson, humming quietly, before telling him, "But, even with all of your faults, you're kind enough to offer me a place to stay for the night."

This wouldn't be the first longer-than-a-week journey she had been on, but they were always the sort she hated. She adjusted her life to the mountain her family resided on, and it was always a pain to have to hike up and down the path. Altitude sickness was no joke, as she learned the first time she came to Vieillemont, and if she couldn't make it to her convention on time, then she was going to hate herself forever.

Was it really her idea to come out here, though? Her spouse said something about her needing to go somewhere to pick up information that he couldn't retrieve due to his other more pressing responsibilities, which she agreed to, but... out of the province?

"Working with animals in the way that you do-- or, battling them, whatever-- I would assume you travel to conferences like this often." She rambled. She placed the pot on the table, picked up the cups, and carried them to the older man. "I haven't been to these parts, I'm afraid, though the people have been kind so far. Willing to give me directions, anyhow."

She placed a cup before him, and then took a sip from the one that remained in her hand. "You should come with me, in case." she told him, "Tomorrow, when the afternoon comes... Sixteen, I think, is when I should head out. Someone who knows the way should guide me, don't you think?"

Slow down. You use the 24-hour clock and therefore you are demonic.

THIS IS CHAOS.

CRASH!!!
Shards of glass littered the floor as the window shattered to bits.
"Oh my, oh my. :)" a voice both hummed and hissed. A hand reached into the window from the outside, grabbing the sill with no hesitation. "How silly, how silly. :)" It pulled the owner inside, showing a young man with a paper bag over his head. Once inside, he shook the glass shards out of his hand, the cuts already healing. He turned his head, the crudely drawn smiley face staring right at Lacie. "You left your door locked, silly. :) But that's okay, I found a way inside. Now we can have a fun sleepover. :)"
Just two long strides was all it took for Smiley to break the distance between them. He stood over her, tilting his head. "You draw? :)" he mused, seeming more to look at her sketches than at her. "How wonderful! :) Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! :) I love to draw too! Although I prefer painting. :) I drew this smiley face. :)" He lifted both hands to trace the smile on his bag, revealing the knife held in one. "What do you think of it? :) Isn't it nice? I think it's nice. :) I think we'll have a lot of fun tonight. :) Fun, fun, fun! We'll do lots of drawing and painting. I can't wait! :)"

His finger-- his paintbrush still dripping with fresh... paint, Smiley observed the smiley face he'd drawn onto one of the couch's cushions. It was very large, and the red was a nice compliment to the beige, he thought.
Then, suddenly, the lights went out except for the TV, and there he heard the alien voice. Smiley looked around for a moment before finally looking over his shoulder to the static screen. Yes, the voice was coming from there. He turned around slowly and tilted his head. Yanking the remote out of his gracious host's hand, he attempted to turn the television off. Nothing. Changing the channel? Nothing. Tilting his head again, he walked to the back and pulled the plug, yet it was still running. Interesting.
With no choice, Smiley stood at the front of the TV, watching the screen flicker from static to solid colored bars. And it was moving.
He didn't flinch when the man poked his head out, nor did he shiver at the words. All he did was chuckle.
"Goodness, goodness. This family will get upset if they have to watch such a bad show any longer. :) I'll have to get rid of you. :)"

"So you're the paper freak I've been hearing so much about."

A cocky voice echoes throughout the house as a single tv situated lovingly in the living room suddenly switches on. Despite any attempt to turn it off, it just seems to turn back on. The bold static "snow" flickered violently as images of the homeowners paper bag danced on and off the screen rapidly. Fairly seizure inducing, if the voice did say so himself.

 "You're kinda funny, you don't have anything better to wear? Nothing scarier? You look like Chester's fuckin' dad from Fairly Odd Parents, you know." The voice, now centralizing itself to the living room television, laughs with a mocking tone. It wasn't really his thing, trying to hunt down a fellow killer, but this goon had his utmost attention. ..I mean, how couldn't he? A fuckin' paper bag? Really? 

The television screen continues to flicker, before finally settling on that oh-so-familiar colorbar test that you'd probably thought had stopped being a thing over a decade ago. Isn't that something you only get with older tvs? Punching your fist on your remote probably wouldn't make it go away, either.

The colors zoom out. Ever so slowly. As if distancing themselves away from the screen.

Deadset did love a good show, and he didn't mean the ones on the tv.

The colors on the tv continue to zoom out until-- A mask. Leering up at you from inside the screen with an emotionless malice. Unlike slashers such as Michael Myers, or even perhaps Jason, there's no eyes to gaze into with this mask. Just the bright neon burn of an LED screen. You can tell he's staring at you, though. ..And more than likely, with no good intent.

Before you know it, hands are reaching through the tv, phasing through the screen like it were just an open window. A vampire who had been invited in. This is a joke, right? This is something out of the RING. 

He makes sure to push himself face to face with his new smiling acquaintance, the lower half of his body still halfway phased inside the tv. You can just make out his giddy breathing from behind the glowing mask of his.

"We're gonna have fun tonight, bag boy. Hope you don't mind I make myself comfortable."

[God I'm so rusty at long form writing dyughsjrgsfuejiksrhgdujthdht I TRIED MY BEST]

Brown was all too aware of the reputation of her current guest. He had the tendency to hide within most examples of modern technology - whether it be televisions, phones, computer screens, or something else - but he also had the tendency to break in someone's house via windows, in case the screens were broken or nonexistent.

Hell, breaking a window was how the younger party ended up in her house in the first place, yet the middle-aged woman didn't seem to care as she scoffed and rubbed some lotion on her hands, if only to smooth out the calluses formed from years of physical activity. Said physical activity potentially included stabbing people.

Was it worth mentioning that the aristocrat was accused of killing a man, and perhaps several others?

She, assuming the legend was already known, sure thought that was the case as she ran her fingers through her hair and hummed, "Listen, you should not have punched yourself through the glass like that. That's for idiots, really. Glass hurts. Trust me. I know." Umm... How the fuck- "Besides, if you wanted to avoid that much fucking broken glass, you would have broken down the door, though..." Brown paused for a second before rubbing her hands together. "Doors are so much more expensive to fix, unfortunately..."

Again. Why.

"So I guess I understand," grunted the aristocratic woman while wringing out some water from her washcloth, in preparation for any potential wound-tending she had to deal with. So much for the lotion on her hands from earlier. "Especially at night, when breaking through the door would cause too much noise. Is that why you're here, then?" Brown cocked her head in genuine curiosity as her eyes settled on her guest - all too ominously. Sure, she was smaller than him by almost a foot, but... She bit down on her lip to hold back a grimace.

"Because if that's the case, I could give you a... Barely passing grade. Nice strategy, but too common. Now, you might as well stay here until the morning, when the guards aren't so fucking vigilant. Most people don't have the guts, or recklessness, to kill someone in daylight." She hummed before starting to approach him with an all-too casual, perhaps shit-eating grin on her face.

"But... Of course, you could be an exception to that rule. Isn't that right, sir?" Brown teased with a coo, "If you can break through a window with that much confidence, surely you must be confident with that weapon of yours... That's admirable, in a way. But I will not tell you much more, so sit tight and let me deal with those cuts of yours, okay? Glass, again, has a real habit of getting all over the place if you're not careful!"

yum.... an excuse for me to write out younger Brown.... time for a follow-up....

Cactus' eyes widened a little in surprise, spotting a sort-of familiar demoness stepping up to his campfire. Hare and Atomics were out for the time being, leaving him to defend camp from any bandits, assassins, or crows that might get the idea to steal their hard earned goods. A quick questioning turned into Selene asking the mutant if he knew what a sleepover was, to which a quick grin met his face. Stories were often passed around of the old world, warm homes, good books and games with friends. 

When asked if they could have one here, Cactus nodded enthusiastically with a quick "FLÄSHYN!", explaining afterwords that it had meant something akin to 'let's do this!'

There wasn't much in terms of games in the scrapyards, but the plant came up with a game of throwing rocks at sniper bots and trying to outrun salamander fires. Was this really what Cactus and his group got up to for fun? What an odd world.

"Ah!" He spun around, facing Selene with curiosity, "What...you dimension like?"

An idea of what other places did for fun was highly interesting to him.

"Oh, I never thought I'd see such a cute lil' thing like you here!" Abby squeaked, wrapping her arms around the humanoid cactus. The pricking against her fur did not really mind her, but that didn't stop her from making a surprised yelp.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry! Your spikes hurt a lil'!" Abby chuffed, pulling her arms back towards her. She then placed her hands back on the floor, blinking rapidly as she tilted her head.

"So, you go out a lot? Doesn't it get hot out all day? I bet it's nice that you're getting a lil' bit of shade."

Skinner, of course, put too much effort into making sure the mansion was decked out in preparation for the feline, whom he heard was rather like him in terms of demeanor. Of course, it already made him all giddy and excited as he spent hours and hours on that presentation on why his wife should let the cat stay over for the night, and it turned out to be a mess. At least he didn't have to actually present said slideshow, as his wife conveniently told him that she was going to be away from the mansion for a night.

Wonder why.

Even if that slightly dulled his spirits (for he was completely convinced that the two ladies would get along beautifully in spite of their near-opposite personalities), the middle-aged man nonetheless earnestly ensured that crabs weren't at all in the dining room or kitchen, and he carefully hid all the claw fossils under a special cloth that totally would be taken off before his wife came home. You know, because the fossils were hers. Not his.

"Oh, it's so good for you to be here, miss!" chimed in the man with a hum, as he settled himself on a couch. "I hope you find this comfortable and not too intimidating. It's a big house, you know, but fairly accessible. The rooms should be fairly self-explanatory, and if you need anything, you can always contact myself - or the servants- I mean, employees, for anything!" Skinner belted out an obnoxious laughter before humming and laying his cheek against his palm, his eyes clearly crinkled from the wide grin on his face.

In a way, maybe it was nice that Brown wasn't here for the night. She wouldn't be kicking his ass for bringing a stranger in the house, and she definitely wouldn't be cursing in the background when she saw her precious fossils covered up- Oh, please, like he didn't do worse things to them (on accident) before...

He raised a brow before continuing, "But... That's just for material goods, yes? You'll live in luxury in that department, even if it's only for one night. As for more abstract concepts, like companionship-" There was a momentary pause as Skinner pointed at himself. And yes, he was still grinning in the meanwhile. "- You have me! You're quite the peppy individual, aren't you? I'm sure you're fine with talking, and... Sometimes a game of chess, right? I don't think I have a lot of stuff that appeals to the youths except those for toddlers-" Oh shit. He forgot he had a daughter. Uhh... Skinner hesitated as he started to wring his hands together. Oh shit. Maybe Walker would wander out and be a bit too... Curious? Apprehensive? He could only hope that she was kept quiet...

"- Not that it matters if you'[re good with kids, of course!" he insisted with a laugh, "I'm not hiring you as a babysitter! You asked through a flyer for somewhere to stay for the night, and I responded! That's what matters, okay? So... You hungry? I'm sure the trip has been long, and I'm sure - one-hundred percent so, in fact - that there are no crabs anywhere. No claws, no shells, nothing. We won't even serve a crab-related dish tonight. Anything else is fine with you, I'm assuming?"

time for.... a follow-up... how Skinner hasn't imploded from the concept of a "sleepover" yet is almost remarkable in a very fucked-up way.

"Meringue is the friendliest one." Zuri told Felix as she stepped into the parlor where her guest sat patiently. A bit too patiently. An old calico cat laid in his lap on the armchair, peacefully kneading at his thighs. The woman wanted to say it was a sweet sight, but bit her tongue as she placed a quilt atop the chair, and then a glass of water on the out-of-place, ritzy table before him. "The other three will warm up to you eventually. It depends on how long you'll stay, really." she added on the topic of her cats, "But, if you'll let her, that one will stay there."

She nodded to the cat, who now curled up, ready to snooze the night away without a shred of thought that she might be bothering the poor man. It didn't look like Zuri cared, either, as she made her way towards the lit fireplace. She didn't speak for a moment, adjusting a vase on the mantel, and then looked into the mirror above.

Her face sure was wrinkly, as it was every night. Though, she thought she should do something about the other blemishes forming on her cheeks and chin. She wondered if her guest had anything to hide underneath that mask of his, actually. It was child-like to think that was the reason for the accessory, but it was something she genuinely considered so a moment as she thumbed at her bottom lip, searching for bumps and pockmarks.

"The washroom is underneath the staircase. It's a bit cramped, but you'll have to deal with it. I find you the stoic sort, anyhow." she said, "Just know to replace towels if you use them..."

Zuri stared upon Felix's mask in the mirror. After a sigh, she then added hushedly, "You're better in here than in the lord's house, anyway. While he would be more than happy to assist you in the morning, he is protective of his home at nighttime. He likes his and his family's privacy, I think."

She thought it was stupid, personally. There were so few people living in that massive chateau.

"Still," she murmured, "You are a welcomed guest. Be happy about that, if you must be happy about anything." She eyed him for a moment, and then scoffed. "Are you happy, anyway? It's hard to tell... And if not, make yourself happy. Pet the damn cat. Pick up a book, if you can read French. I know I have one... somewhere."

fun fact: the prion disease, scrapie, is only known to afflict sheep, and is not transmissible.

"Oh, you're that woman from before," En blinked. The one with the poison, he wanted to say, but it was probably not the best way to greet anyone. He opened his mouth to say more, but a crack of thunder interrupted him. He glanced upwards, and though it was nighttime he could make out the dark clouds piling together. If that part wasn't obvious, the chilly and persistent winds were. "Here, you better come inside."
"I'm not sure why you're here, especially at this time of d-- night. But it looks like a storm followed you." As if on cue, lightning ran across the sky and brightened the hallways for a brief second. Thunder followed, loud enough to shake the floors. "Around this time of year is when the seasons start to change, and that causes some heavy storms to come. I don't feel safe about you going out in this weather. Granted, I can't keep you here against your will, but I have plenty of guest rooms you can stay in until it dies down. It's still fairly early in the night, so I can get the chefs to make you a warm meal, if you'd like? We can talk about why you're here through some dinner! Rainy days always give me a craving for shepherd's pie, anyway."
As he lead the way to the dining room, he pondered her reasons for being here. He vaguely recalled she had a connection to that man, Otto. Was it because of him? Surely he would have been the one to come if it concerned him. Or maybe another proposition? Well, it would all be answered later, anyway.
The wind howled against the windows. En glanced at one. "This storm is pretty bad," he muttered more to himself than to her. "Hopefully it doesn't tear apart the courtyard. They just finished planting tulips."

This is a bad idea, En, nagged a small voice in the king's mind as he walked down the hallway. What will people think if they see you sneaking into the guest's occupied room in the middle of the night?
Well, he replied, it's not like people have bad-mouthed me before. What's the harm in this?
He continued to have the argument in his mind until he found himself at the door. He spent the first minute staring at it, contemplating on whether this WAS a good idea or not. But to ignore Malakai after offering him a room seemed rude. Besides, he'd enjoyed himself each time they spent time together. Taking a deep breath, he made up his mind and knocked on the door, then moved to open it.
"Malakai?" he called out gently. Golden eyes glanced around before spotting the face, widening in surprise. Ah, that wasn't what he expected. But it wasn't bad, not at all. Could that be the reason behind the mask, though?
It took a second for En to realize Malakai was talking to him. "Huh? Oh! Y-Yes, yes I'd love to talk to you more, too." He walked over and sat down at the edge of the bed. Hearing a gnawing noise, he glanced over his shoulder to see Buttons having the time of its life. He smirked and reached to pet it before looking back at the sorcerer, nodding at his question. He had a feeling it'd be a good night.

(the saga continues uwu)

Malakai must admit, he usually doesn't get fancy treatment and he never really expects to. He's a traveler, always on the next mission, going somewhere new. Of course, he does end up revisiting places, but..most of the time people do not look kindly upon him anyways, even if familiar. He is used to cheap inns and rotten service, with people muttering about his "garish" clothes or creepy presence or his race. It's..not fine, but he's used to it. However, En had offered him to stay the night at the castle, and how could he just refuse it?

So here he is now, set up in a guest room, so much better than anything he was used to. Earlier he had bought some buttons for his quasit to snack on, which were laid out on the bed. Said beast was taking great delight in it, curled around its hoard and chewing on the buttons. With Buttons preoccupied, Malakai could just relax, having already changed out of his normal outfit into something better suited for sleep. He was just finished with taking the accessories out of his hair when he heard a small knock and En opening the door. The sorcerer scrambled, turning his face away from the door and grabbing his mask, putting it back on his face. En perhaps caught a brief glance of unnatural eyes and scales before the mask was covering it.

Malakai turned back after it was secured and said, "Ah, En-- I mean, my king. Thank you again for letting me stay the night. I made sure Buttons here is preoccupied so it doesn't go messing with any of your staff." For a moment, he was quiet, fiddling with edge of his night clothes. The gold claw jewelry was gone, in fact, everything fancy thing was except for the mask. He felt a little under dressed in front of a monarch, but he still wanted to...do something. Spend some time with En, talk to him. Sucking in a quiet breath, he went on, "Um, if you don't have anything else to do, I wouldn't mind speaking some more. I don't tend to sleep until much later in the night anyways, and I'd like to get to know you more. You've been so courteous and kind to me, but I feel like we barely know each other. Perhaps you could tell me about your hobbies, or... Oh! You have a family, right? May I know a bit more about them?" 

[3 days late :( but here's a follow up!]

The idea of a sleepover seemed too foreign to M. Pourife, who pretty much lived in his laboratory these days. But of course, he couldn't have anyone staying over in his lab, even if he happened to find the quasit owned by the drow oddly adorable. There was too much of a security risk, too much equipment to move around...

And of course, he was certain that the sorcerer wouldn't want to sleep on the floor - or the desk in his office. The place was filled to the brim with equipment, and so there was little room to sleep or do much, assuming that the guest wasn't scientifically inclined in the first place. After all, the scientist was convinced that magic and science were mutually exclusive phenomena... This will be fine.

"I assume your journey has been doing you well," the middle-aged man told the drow with a wave of his hand, though he tried not to stare too much at the quasit. Goodness, was that feline creature interesting... He coughed into his sleeve before adding, "I hope this place, by the way, does not come off as insulting to your standards. I know that it seems rather lowly, but I spend much of my money on my laboratory, and it leaves very little for me to really renovate my home. Much of the furniture you see, in fact, is donated from the generous upper class." And with that, he extended a hand out to show off the most egregious example: a satin couch that seemed... Well-loved in terms of how the fabric was worn, but opulent in terms of the gilded and extravagant decoration.

With a chuckle, he walked further inside before remarking, "But that asides, you just want somewhere to stay for the night, I assume? Though I did hear a bit about your delving into sorcery..." He paused for a moment to bite on his lip. "Not directly, of course. Just through the grapevine," M. Pourife explained rather coyly... Overly so, really. He should've been more formal towards his guest, yet here he was, treating the other party almost like a long-lost friend.

It was definitely because he wanted to study the quasit better, even after the creature tried to snatch one of his buttons beforehand. That was rather obvious, as the man's eyes would shift over to the black creature every so often, just to get a glimpse of its movements.

"But nonetheless, there are books for you to study," the middle-aged man remarked with his typical nod and grin, "They do not go into magic, but I assume you are at least the learning spirit. I can always appreciate that type of enthusiasm around here, of course." He laughed once more before walking over to a bookshelf within the salon and pulling out an encyclopedia about... Bugs. Oh. "Like this, for example! I will not be wasting your time with frivolous games, of course. It is up to you as to what you can do here. Just... Nothing illegal, and you will be fine. Would that deal work out for you, sir?"

*sits down* time for a follow-up, my dudes.....

Skittering across the floor, two footsteps could be heard in near perfect sync. Being only a foot tall each in such a human sized world made hiding behind walls and crevices very easy, easy to scan the area and look for threats. No threats detected, but that was only in concern to both of the T-30x0 models' original programming. To their real knowledge, a human could be very threatening, and very very dangerous.

Though, both Noso and Tras were the strangers in the home, and not the other way around. Tras was far more suspicious of being allowed in, thinking it could be some sort of trap. On the other hand, with his scarf grabbed tightly, Noso tapped his feet a little, motioning towards one of the pillows that had landed on the floor.

"Look-look!" Almost as if the B model hadn't heard the first time, The A model continued, "Something soft! We have not seen a pillow like that in a long time!"

"Yes, I do see," Tras rolled  his eye softly, keeping a grip on the other doll's arm, "But be careful! We don't know the motives here."

"I don't see an issue! If he wanted to hurt us, he would've!"

"You don't know that!"

Though with a tug to his arm and a playful chuckle, Noso quickly pulled Tras forwards, leaping up onto the softly patterned object with a small 'puff' sounding out. Noso's attention immediately fell onto the older man with a curious smile, while Tras's built in scanners gained just a bit more info on the area they were in, already formulating several plans to escape--- if needed.

"What an interesting place!" Noso cooed from his perch, releasing his scarf from his grip, "Humans always have the most neat homes."

"Hm, yes," The model B beside him hummed, "...Interesting. Now, why...did you invite us in?"

I know I already interacted with them and I used Zinnia like 10000000 times, but that ain't stopping me.

"Oh! You two again?" Zinnia chuffed, squatting down and touching one of her fingers to her lips. She then scooped them up and blinked slowly.

"It's pretty late. I'm gonna take you two in my room; I don't think my parents are going to want to see you," she stated before reentering her house and pulling the door shut. As soon as she arrived in her room, she placed Noso and Tras on the floor. After she locked the door to the room, she walked over to the carpet and sat down.

"There we go...That's much better, isn't it?" she whispered whilst she shifted her body so she could lay on her side.

"Much better than sitting outside in the cold. Speaking of outside...I remember seeing you at that...trail a few days ago. That was something I never expected. Do you like living outside? What do you usually do?" She paused to roll into her back.

"Hah, I love going outside, but I wouldn't see myself living out there."