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[genitrix]

WHO: Porrim Maryam (genitrix) and Meenah Peixes (tyrians)
WHAT: Moving in and official housewarming sleepover
WHEN: March 4th
WHERE: Orlea



[As it turned out, buying a house in Mallow Hallow was as easy as signing a few papers and moving in. Fortunately, neither Porrim nor Meenah had much in the way of belongings, but as soon as she had somewhere to put her stuff, the former began building a new wardrobe. As it turns out, shopping becomes far easier when you don't have to pay for anything. She's had a bunch of furniture delivered, as well: flat-pack boxes litter their new living room from the local big-box furniture store. Porrim had no clue what a Byürg was, but it looked good, so she ordered three. Don't worry, Meenah, this house gon' be bitchin'.

When the morning of their official move-in date comes, Porrim meets Meenah at the front step, pulling out the key ring she was given and splitting off the spare to hand to her new roommate. She uses her own key to unlock and open the front door, and pushes it open to reveal a small, but sunny, living room.]

Home sweet home!

Comments

[tyrians]

[ the only reason meenah had agreed to do this was because it was better to keep at least one of her friends where she could see them. and also because she actually liked porrim and would feel horrible if the girl had gotten stuck with cronus. so when they met to enter their "house" for the first time, meenah eyed the key before stepping in, looking around.

wait one second: ]

Yo, where's the giant golden statue of me? I speseafically axed for one. Our crib gon' look like shit without it.

[genitrix]

[Porrim shut the door behind Meenah and turned, inspecting the piles of furniture waiting to be assembled.]

Sorry, it had to be custom made. I guess people around here don't have the same excellent decorating tastes as us.

[She set down her handbag on the breakfast nook—yeah, that was never going to stop being funny—and nudged one of the boxes with her foot.]

I don't really want to put all of this together.

[tyrians]

Ugh, humans are so glubbin' lame.

[ she kicks one of the boxes over in response to porrim, throwing her trident onto the floor with a clatter ]

I don't even get the point of this. We should just get some sorta recuperacoon and be done with this fuckin' shit.

[ regardless, she rips open the box that she kicks open, pulling out the poles ]

What is this bee-ess?

[genitrix]

[She pulls herself up so she's sitting on aforementioned nook, legs swinging freely.]

I got stuff for piles, since recuperacoons aren't a thing here, apparently. I didn't know what you liked but that bag over there—

[She points to a shopping bag filled to the brim with gold trinkets.]

—might be to your taste.

[She eyes the now-open box.]

Um, a desk, I think. I wonder if we could bribe Cronus to put it all together for us.

[tyrians]

Haaaa -- Yes!

[ meenah lunges for the bag and is already pulling out the gold trinkets, holding them to her face and cackling that laugh of hers. she shoves them back into the bag and zips it up, throwing it over her shoulder ]

Now all I gotta do is find me a prawn shop and sell these suckafishes for some real bank.

[ but turning her gaze towards porrim and making a face ]

Yeah, but then you might as well be fillin' buckets with him. Beeyotch won't leave if we even let him step in here.

[genitrix]

[She rolls her eyes, but you can't...really tell. Which is fine by her. But also, Meenah's cackling joy is kind of adorable, in the same way a wild animal is adorable.]

Glad you approve.

[At the thought of even approaching a bucket with Cronus, Porrim grits her teeth.]

Augh. You have a point. I hate that greaser fuck.

[tyrians]

You and me both, Maryeezy.

[ she pushes at her glasses, kicking the box and knocking all of its insides of the desk out.

after a moment she scowls. ]

Can't leave him flounderin' on his own though. He's still one of us, even if he blows bubbles.

[genitrix]

[She crosses her arms over her chest, thinking.]

You're right. Maybe we could...I don't know.

Put him on a leash?

[tyrians]

Pshh. He'll probably take that as some weird human courtin' thing.

[ she snerks ]

That shit that I ain't even axeknowledgin' because it's the stupidest coddamn shit I ever done heard.

[genitrix]

[As much as she's all about being sex-positive, she can't help but agree.]

Bluh. It's like their sad imitation of blackrom.

What if we just kick him in the bulge every time he makes an off-color remark.

[tyrians]

Heh, I'm for it.

[ meenah's picking up pieces of the desk now, staring at them ]

Or just stabbin' him whenever he gets to bein' too much of a shithead.

[genitrix]

[Porrim fiddles with her phone for a moment, typing furiously, and then—]

Oh, problem solved. Someone else is going to put it together for us. Perfect. No stabbing required.

[tyrians]

Woah, what? Who's the suckafish that you hooked that's gon' help us out?

[genitrix]

[She shrugs.]

Some guy who wants me to sew for him. I figured it can't hurt to trade favors.

[And then, cause she's Porrim, she throws in a little eyebrow waggle.]

[tyrians]

[ prompt eyeroll ]

Don't wanna hear it, gill.

[genitrix]

[She gets down off the breakfast nook and starts rummaging through a giant bag of fabric. She prefers a soft, silky pile to sleep on, and there's also some cushions in there somewhere to make a base.]

Not like that. Just, you know, stuff we don't feel like doing.