that escalated quickly

[myironeyes]

[Public, video]

[Marsh, the barge's resident friendly constantly dour eyeless spike-horror, is currently lounging on Iris's most garish couch, the first time the vast majority of barge residents have seen him without his Nazgul-style engulfing black cloak, which is tossed over one of the arms of the couch. Underneath he's wearing vaguely 19th-century style workman's trousers and and loose shirt, both in a drab, unpurposeful sort of dark grey. Bumps - and a few poked holes - in the shirt reveal a topography of even more spikes, over a dozen of them, impaling his chest and abdomen in odd configurations. Nevertheless, he seems both drunk - an unlabeled bottle of dark green glass hanging from between his second and third fingertips - and entirely cheerful, laughing in a low rumble even as he's in the middle of protesting.]

- said I can doesn't mean - Iris, put that down -

We're celebrating, you plonker. 'E deserves the recognition. If you don't tell them I will!

-aaaugh, fine, woman.

[He throws his head back against the couch in defeat. There is a small ripping sound from the spike-tips at the back of his skull taking their toll on the upholstery, but he'll mend it later. He's not looking right at the camera - but he's beaming.]

C'Rizz graduated.

[That's all. Marsh isn't really a speech guy. But some people may connect this with the abundance of pie at dinner, the last few days.]


[Spam for C'Rizz, backdated to a little after the thread with Roderick.]

[Marsh's heart stops when he sees C'Rizz vanished from his item. Truly stops, falters in its constant aching rhythm, still beating around the spike perforating his ventricle. Not dead, gone. He tears up the stairs to C'Rizz's room, a shadowy blur, gasps and sags against a wall when he sees the door still there. So. So -]


[Spam for Iris]

[A knock, after dinner.]

Iris, it's me. I want to tell you something.

[He sounds happy.]

Comments

spaaam

[to_dust]

[C'rizz winds up back at his room more than he actually... 'goes' to it. He's just walking to walk, takes a few detours up and down the stairs as he forgets to stop at his floor, scowling at everything because making better choices is actually completely miserable.

He stops when he sees Marsh against the door, looking worried in his Marshy way-]

What's wrong-? What's happened? Are you hurt?

Re: spaaam

[myironeyes]

[Marsh hugs him, with a great relieved haphazardness that is uncomfortable for C'Rizz and must be a bit agonizing for Marsh, carelessly jostling his spikes. Without letting go, he murmurs roughly,]

Either we're not paired anymore, or you graduated.

Re: spaaam

[to_dust]

I don't--

[Either this is horrific, he refuses to be unpaired with Marsh, or it's the gut-dropping freedom he had only just resigned himself to trying for, and -- now? Now, after that?]

What? How can we tell?

[He hugs back confusedly-- usually he does his very best not to jostle Marsh's spikes but right now the word of the day just seems to be 'close'.]

Re: spaaam

[myironeyes]

Your room. If it's warden-sized now.

I couldn't go in without you.

spaaam

[to_dust]

[C'rizz lets out a shakey breath, untwines carefully from Marsh, and takes his ... takes Marsh's hand.

His room has changed. There's room for all the new furniture, now, and while the walls are still comforting sandstone the decor is from his room on the TARDIS, as is the door to the bathroom off to the side.]

I. But. I.

What?

[No? He isn't ready? This is amazing but it's also awful he's not ready this is amazing oh no his things from the TARDIS, he misses it so much so strongly all of a sudden.]

[video]

[tucky]

... You got 'em all over you.

[Aaaaaah so freaky]

Those don't hurt either?

Re: [video]

[myironeyes]

...they all hurt.

[Still happy.]

[video]

[tucky]

Right, but you can ignore it, so it's kinda like they don't.

[Tiffany logic.]

That guy who graduated is yours?

[video]

[myironeyes]

The drunk helps.

[Things he would not admit sober: that.]

Uh-huhn. My lizard inmate. Not inmate!

[My baaaaby. Marsh loves him a lot, okay.]

[video]

[tucky]

A talking lizard?

{She's picturing an iguana or something.]

Why're there so many talking animals here?

[fireincarnate]

[She can't quite control her reaction, but that's all right, this time. She's grinning from ear to ear, eyes blazing with golden warmth, hair rising in a halo of tender flame. She is a hearth, not an inferno.

The Phoenix, it seems, can be fuelled just as well by pure delight.]

That's great!

I knew you could do it, both of you.

[myironeyes]

[He can't see it, though he can hear a little eerie ethereal reverb in her voice.]

You should come. Celebrate.

[Drink. Sparkle. Whatever.]

[fireincarnate]

I'd love to. [Yeah she's already walking.] That's Iris' room, right? [She...can't see Marsh owning that couch.]

[myironeyes]

Yes. Also Iris's wine.

[And...whatever he has moved onto by now.]

[fireincarnate]

Wine, of course.

[godsays]

Marsh?

Congratulations.

[ zane is spikebab and what is this ]

[myironeyes]

Zane. Zane. He did it. I knew he could.

Sylvanas helped.

Well. She was there.

[Poor angry lady.]

[forsaken_queen]

I did not help.

[myironeyes]

Okay. You are very aggravating.

[Shhhh. Not to Marsh. To C'Rizz, tho.]

[godsays]

What are you doing...

[myironeyes]

I am celebrating.

[A shadow, briefly.]

I never got to at home, you know. It always cost so much when we won.

[spam]

[routemistress]

One second, my darling!

[It's not like she doesn't see Marsh, doesn't talk to him; but it's been rare for him to come to her cabin, rarer still to hear that tone in his voice.

Iris doesn't even think about it: she's halfway through checking herself quickly in the mirror: eye makeup in one piece, nightie and robe not stained or crumpled, no lipstick on her teeth - when she stops short, staring incredulously at her own reflection.]

You daft mare, 'e can't see you.

[She shakes her head at herself and goes to open the door.]

Let me guess, Mira made the perfect souffle? I 'ear that sort of thing can skip a generation.

[spam]

[myironeyes]

Better!

[But he waits until the door is open before he tells.]

C'Rizz graduated.

[150th]

[...]

He is very sympathetic to your kind.

[myironeyes]

He is very sympathetic.