evil_koala_626 | POD PEOPLE!

(Immediately following this)

Stitch had remained in the rafters for quite some time after the truth had come out that the bar had been invaded by BODY STEALING CREATURES FROM ANOTHER PLANET*. And he'd given this one his home address. Well, he'd told her what planet he was residing on which is the same thing. Not good. Very much with the not good.

"Not good." is in fact the mantra the alien is muttering repeatedly to himself sometime later. The pod person has vanished, leaving escape available in the direction of the stairs (he will not be going home directly, she might have some nefarious means of following him!) Stitch glares out at the scene of the bar through highly uspicious eyes and he scales the starecase. In reverse.

"Notgoodnotgoodnotgoodnotgoodnotgood"

*(An old VHS copy of which currently resides between Mulan and Night of the Living Dead back home.)

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From:

cutting_edgex23

X does not step on Stitch, only because she smells him coming.

And he is not being very quiet.

"Stitch."

It's not a question.

From:

evil_koala_626

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

The thing about focusing so intently on who might or might not be an hapless puppet in the crowd below is it makes it difficult to notice anything that might be behind you.

Stitch actually goes airborn, leaping vertically a good foot into the air and coming down facing her with wide eyes and bared fangs.

Edited Date: 2008-09-13 03:12 am (UTC)

From:

cutting_edgex23

X's own stance shifts, and her gaze flicks from Stitch to whatever might be approaching from behind (in front?) of him.

"You are not okay."

Fear is a scent X has no trouble in recognizing.

It makes her--upset.

Edited Date: 2008-09-13 03:20 am (UTC)

From:

evil_koala_626

Stitch stares up at her. If possible, his eyes go even wider. X's scent is... not usually one of much Stitchian scrutiny. There are certain components of it he'd rather not think about. At the moment however she is the subject of some vey intense snuffling.

"Oh." For just an instant his shoulders loosen slightly. And then he's gestulating wildy back down the stairs.

"Pod People!"

From:

cutting_edgex23

X's gaze flicks back to Stitch directly.

She is not frowning.

"I do not understand."

Please explain. It is imperative.

From:

evil_koala_626

"Maka maka! Sasa! Pu xamie ne!"

It is accompanied by further flailing.

From:

cutting_edgex23

"Where?"

Her gaze flicks back toward the stairs.

"It is in the bar?"

Did Timmy fall in the well again?

From:

evil_koala_626

"POD. PEOPLE."

Keep up, please!

From:

cutting_edgex23

"I do not understand."

She's a little more confused now.

And worried.

From:

evil_koala_626

And now, now that a doppleganger has not dropped out of nowhere and attempted to kill either of them in the last thirty seconds, he finally breathes.

"Aliens!"

He shoots her a look.

"Bad aliens!".

From:

cutting_edgex23

"Oh."

X looks--startled is a good word.

"They are killing people?"

Beat.

"Here?"

From:

evil_koala_626

This one had used the phrase 'Host bodies', so...

"Naga."

He doesn't think so anyway. What they do is infinitely worse.

"Is... You dunno pod people?"

From:

cutting_edgex23

X frowns, running over her mental file list.

Then--

"I do not think so. It is important?"

From:

evil_koala_626

"Ih."

Right now there are few things of greater importance.

"I- C'mon."

And with that he begins to warily backtrack.

From:

cutting_edgex23

X studies him very carefully for several long moments.

Then--

"Okay."

She does not look as wary as Stitch, but that may be due, in part, to her own permanently impassive expression.

From:

evil_koala_626

Stitch crosses the bar on all fours, ears fanned forward, nose working furiously, eyes narrowed to slits in suspicioun. Upon arriving at Bar without incident, there is a hushed and rapidly yammered request in Tantalog.

From:

cutting_edgex23

X shifts to keep her back to Stitch. This lets her keep her eyes on the rest of the room.

It's subtle.

For X.

From:

evil_koala_626

Two DVDs materialize. One Stitch has scene before. The other he has not.

Both are gathered up quicky along with his room key.

"Maka maka," he says again, indicating the stairs.

From:

cutting_edgex23

"Okay."

It is entirely possible, however, that X will insist Stitch goes first.

She is like that.

From:

evil_koala_626

The prominant feature of room 626 has been the enormous recliner since it's current occupenat first took up residency these many months past. It's a garish shade of red, the upholstery on one of the arms has been torn (or more accurately, clawed)to ribons, exposing a fluffy cascade of stuffing, and there is a bright yellow monogramed blanket draped along the back. The chair is not in use at the moment; it is currently braced against the door.

The walls are marked by a few photgraphs and drawings (mostly in crayon), a minifridge sits in one corner, there is no evidence of a bed amidst the cluttered horde of treasures scattered across the floor.

Also located on the floor are two forms, bathing in the light cast by a TV.

From:

cutting_edgex23

X shifts a little, making sure she can keep an eye on both the movie and Stitch.

She is still worried.

From:

evil_koala_626

"Doctor, will you tell these fools I'm not crazy?! Make them listen to me before it's too late! Listen to me, please listen," Pleads a wild-eyed Kevin McCarthy. "If you don't... If you won't... If you fail to understand then the same incredible terror that's menacing me will strike at you!"

Stitch stares ahead in uncharacteristic stillness, eyes glued to the screen, his entire frame tense.

Edited Date: 2008-09-14 01:06 am (UTC)