Log:Hunting Accidents

Hunting Accidents

OOC Date: June 14, 2017
Location: Karrigaun Park - Corellian District, Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Mandl, Qadira Suuryet, Rheisa Dirleel, Trillian Taim, Sapphira Tavers, Tarion Tavers

Mandl has cleared a bench. It has hung festive crepe-paper streamers! There are, sadly, no balloons in Star Wars. More's the pity. LR5H has been fitted with a gunmetal-gray version of the 'drink tray attachment' R2D2 sported in "Return of the Jedi," and flutes of champagne are being carefully filled by the stubby Bith should anyone approach. It's party time, mothafuckas!

Trillian meanders down the path, looking for the bench that Mandl had told her to come to. Something about some sort of "celebration"... At least, she THINKS that's what the gist of the message was. Looking up at the overcast clouds, she's glad that Nar Shaddaa is not providing it's usual environment of rain, rain, with brief periods of more rain. Spotting the festive Bith and his trusty R5 unit, she waves and makes her way down to the bench.

Putputputput*SPUTTER*vrrrrroooom

Here comes that wiry-haired 'artist', Qo, and his junked speeder. Rather than towing along a cart full of creative metal welds to sell as sculpture or set up a little stand to hawk his wife's wares, the squat little man is towing a Togruta and her pile of...sticks? Bundles of thin, curved, hardwood plank, cordage, and a heaping stack of aromatic bark, actually. She rides on top. A grunt and point catch in Qo's mirror and he follows the striped arm's command, steering left onto - then off - a fork in the park pathways. The jostling haul comes to a halt a safe few meters away from a strangely festive bench, which Qo has deemed is surely a fine enough place to park, because he's spotted that serving tray atop that droid, and by golly any time's a fine time to drink.

The engine has barely powered down before Qo climbs over the side, hits the ground with a grunt, then waddle-struts on over to introduce himself to the party Bith. Rheisa's a little more delicate in her dismount, eyeing Mandl sideways.

Mandl bows smartly to Ko and Rheisa, handing Trillian a flute of moderately-priced vinofizz. "Mandl is humbled! Mandl's invitations were seen and accepted!" LR5H approaches the couple, beeping Binarily about vintages and 'good years.' Clearly, another invitation to partake.

LR5H ( 3013) says, "ee ee ee."

Trillian blinks in surprise at LR5H and graciously accepts a flute from the Bith. "Mandl! Congratulations!" she says happily, bowing slightly. Leaning to Mandl, she whispers, "... is it my imagination, or is LR5H being positively polite?"

Qo and LR5H see eye-to-photoreceptor both literally and in 'taste', it would seem. Meaty fingers readily accept the fragile flute of fizz with surprising gentleness. The Meerian man tips his glass in show of gratitude, annointing the grass with a tiny splash of bubbly before he sips for himself.

Rheisa, however, meets the droid's offer away with a twitch of her nose. "Nah," she waves it away softly, but politely dips her chin to the Bith, and Trillian. Her eyes regard the colorful streamers with silent question writ clearly across her features. "Am to build Meep house, today. Come to get few more material. Small touches, for last." Exotic birds be warned. Fly! Fly!

Mandl admits: "Mandl was not consistently confident Ellar would survive the ... surgery, but he has. Brain is modified! Droid will be less of an..." here Mandl searches for the correct term, saying something in Bith. Nods. "Is part of celebration. Curator? If you are amenable, please take a portion of the intoxicant to Meep with Mandl's compliments? Mandl likes Meep. Mandl does not like Mandl's supervisor's ... fast-moving ... biter?" Mandl mimes draconically.

Mandl's imitation of the tailring stirs a chuff of amusement from Rheisa's throat and she makes a little 'skreeee' of the beast's call in acknowledgement. "I almost hunt Adder once, before I know he is pet. Who is Ellar?" she queries, a little compassion softening her edgy, nervous stance. In show of good will, she reaches aside for the droid and takes up a glass afterall, then. For Meep.

Mandl introduces his R5, Rheisa's waiter! "Curator, LR5H. Ellar, Mistress Dirleel."

LR5H ( 3013) says, "*cackle* ee *cackle*! ee too ee too beep beep."

Qo barks a little laugh and toasts to the neurally modified R5. "Congratulations, my generous friend. May you function as well in centuries to come."

Rheisa looks a little confused, glancing from the gleeful droid to its equally joyful owner. "L-R..." she sounds out, brain catching up a little belatedly with the 'Ellar = LR' concept. Because surgery is for peoples!? Like what's soon to happen to her. She suddenly feels a little stupid and a little less sympathetic for the recovering patient and narrows her eyes at it with a second, begrudged nod hello. "What was brrroken with it?"

Mandl says, "Droid was insufferable asshole, Curator." [Language: Bith]

Mandl seems only comfortable explaining the intricacies of the issue in Mandl's native language? Ah, well.

Trillian (who had spaced out in the past few minutes) shakes her head and blinks surprisedly. "Rheisa!" she exclaims, clapping her small hands. "A pleasure! And... um... I don't think I've ever met your friend here?" She smiles and nods at Qo. "Nice to meet you as well." Turning back to Mandl, she takes a sip of the fizzy vino. "Mandl, what exactly ARE we congratulating you for?"

Mandl *tink-tink-tink.* Who knew he had a fork? Do-- do Bith use forks?! "ATTENTION: WHEREAS, Mandl's career with the Waywards has borne considerable fruit. And WHEREAS, these fruits have enabled Mandl the purchase of a moderately-priced freighter for speed and range of Mandlduties, Mandl gratefully retires with honor the 'Problem Child,' in good standing and accorded all respect for its dutiful service! In Mandl's position as new owner and sole proprietor, Mandl does hereby christen thee -- 'Liquid Diet!' HUZZAH!"

LR5H ( 3013) has a holoprojector! A bit of whirring and static happens and Mandl ceremonially pours a *splish* from its glass through the three-dee projected image of the repainted Gambit-class freighter.

Rheisa doesn't speak Bith. Hell, she barely speaks Basic convincingly! But that doesn't stop her from stiffly nodding a small 'uhuh' to what's either Mandl's answer to her question or some insult, for all she knows. But it's best to upkeep appearances. When Trillian returns to land of the lucid, she welcomes the distraction and grabs Qo by the sleeve to pull him away from his admiration of the booze droid. "Is Qo," she states and knocks the stout man's shoulders with a couple knuckles then points to Trillian before he can object to mandhandling. "Is Trillian. Work for Heksash'kuri."

Qo grumpily eyes the few drops of wasted drink on his shirt front, then turns a much more cheery and attempted /suave/ wink onto the young human lady. "Qo," he thrusts a calloused hand at her in greeting. "Me'n me wife, Veela, head-up a lil' artist guild in these parts. Found lil' Rheisa here in a bad way in the port couple years back. Been keepin' her with the rest of our brood at home 'til she found her way."

And then Mandl's making a speech and both stray curator and artist turn attentively to listen. At the speech's end, Qo tosses back the last of his drink and claps bawdily. "HUZZAH!"

Trillian nearly chokes on the champagne as she stifles a series of giggles. Then, regaining her composure, she sets down her glass and applauds sincerely. "Mandl, that's wonderful. And it's a great name. I love it," Trillian says with a smile to the Bith. Turning back to Qo, she bows and shakes his profferred hand. "A pleasure. Any friend of Rheisa's is a good friend in my book," she says, smiling admiringly at Rheisa.

LR5H ( 3013) also for the love of gawd has a compressed-air launcher. Standard. It surprises ... everyone just *everyone,* Mandl included, by *POOFAF!* releasing a burst of confetti into the air. IT HAD CONFETTI. Mandl flinches anyway because LOUD NOISES.

Rheisa's reaction is pretty much on base with Mandl's to the sudden POOFAF, complete with broadened flare of headtails and BOLD stripes. No hiss, though. She's not /that/ feral. Anymore.

Mandl urges calm with its hands. Calm. "Is ... celebratory. Mandl thinks." LR5H beeps assent! Is celebratory, yes, celebratory indeed!

Trillian is also surprised by the sudden explosion of Ellar. For a brief second, she thought that the small R5 unit had exploded, before realizing it was just confetti. Laughing with relief, she looks around nervously.

Qo stares at the confetti in his glass, thankful that it's empty.

Rheisa sneezes and performs a vibrating shimmy of lek and self to cast off the papery bits. The glass she was holding - for Meep, who is not here - was not empty, though, and now has floaty bits. No doubt, the prey-sized creature will fancy it anyway. She turns her back on the festivities to put it into Qo's cupholder, in speeder. It'll be fine. Sapphira Tavers arrives from the Entertainment Plaza. Sapphira Tavers has arrived.

Mandl beams. "Mandl thanks you all for observing Mandl's occasion! Help yourselves to vinofizz. Mandl ... did not rent a chef, because dietary restrictions are many and varied? Mandl is respectful."

LR5H ( 3013) has discharged its payload and the momentary holo-portrait of the rechristened ship fades in a cloud of 'we're done here.' It burbles to itself rolling waiterly around and serving glasses of champagne.

Trillian finishes her glass of fizzy vino and politely hands it back to Ellar. "Thank you, Ellar," she says politely. Turning back to the Bith, she asks, "So Mandl, what kind of ... how did you put it, Mandlduties are you doing with the Liquid Diet?"

Well, that's special. "Hope yer new wings are all you hope'em t'be," Qo wishes to Mandl while following LR with an expression that isn't sure if he should help himself to another glass or not.

Rheisa returns from the speeder (which is towing a cart loaded with curved, planed lumber and raw strips of bark) with a meter-long blowgun in hand. Probably, it does not shoot confetti. "Yes, enjoy new ship," she appears behind Qo, proverbial hackles smoothed and recovered from the confetti incident. "I will be back soon." And on that note, she's tying up her skirt between her legs in preparation to slink off into the arboreal scape.

"What in the hell is going on here?" Tarion demands, emerging from the shrubbery like a bad omen. "I wasn't invited to this little how-do-you-do," the hunter complains, his eyes skipping from one reveler to the next. It's not much of a party, if he's judging, which he is, and opens his mouth again to say "This isn't much of a party, though, is it?"

Sapphira was running late. She'd been with the party when they moved off from their home in the landing bays, but something shiny in a window distracted her. There's so often few shiny things about Nar, not even the windows itself, so no one should give her too much shit for that. She arrives now, wearing a purple sheath dress that fans out a bit at the hem, and that has a single shoulder strap for a strange, asymetrical look. Her red hair is braided in a fishtail over her bare, freckled shoulder. She wears that strange pendant she got from Tanaab. Her feet kick up some confetti as she comes to stop in near the group, a shopping bag over her arm. She looks around, and then to Tarion as he emerges from the shrubbery. "Afternoon," she says pleasantly, though her face is one of mild curiousness as to this particular situation.

Mandl passes Sapphira a glass, should she desire to partake? Tarion's arrival is occasion for the Bith to remark: "No chef was hired, as Mandl specified earlier. But we have an alcoholic clown. Right on schedule."

Tarion just smirks in reply to Mandl's quippy quip, his arm finding its way, invited or not, around Sapphira's waist. She'll slap him if it's unwanted. Or just frown /furiously/. "I'm glad you didn't delay this farce any longer, I'd have hated to not miss more of it," he greets with a cheery grin, eyes following the glass Mandl is offering to Sapphira for a moment. "No thank you, I am a respectable gentleman. I have an image to uphold, my good s- ma'a- uh, Bithnessman." A glance at the woman under or squirming out from his grasp, and he adds, "You're looking strange today."

Sapphira's smile for Mandl is warm and gracious and freckled. She reaches out a delicate hand to pluck the glass from Mandl with a thankful nod. "What are we celebrating?" She asks, and just manages to get the inflection of the question out before Tarion's suddenly showing her affection AND speaking to her. She turns to look at him, green eyes blinking in surprise for a moment. "/I'm/ looking strange?" she asks, the implication being that he might be the strange one. Still, it's said with amusement, and she doesn't seem to be keen to wriggle at this particular juncture. "What are we celebrating?" She looks between the men for a response.

Mandl gestures to the R5. "Ellar has recovered from major surgery on his personality? Mandl was instructing Mandl's technically-minded Talz co-worker ... who can certainly knock out and restrain a foul-mouthed Human trash fire ... on his lobotomy technique." Mandl goes a bit deadpan in Tarion's earshot. The Bith is all bithness, no pleasure. "Also Mandl re-christened Mandl's ship. Ellar concealed confetti from even Mandl's awareness!" Qadira Suuryet arrives from the Entertainment Plaza. Qadira Suuryet has arrived. R2-L1 "Lily" (R2 Unit 9333) arrives from the Entertainment Plaza. Fluffy ( 8994) arrives from the Entertainment Plaza. Babble ( 9442) arrives from the Entertainment Plaza. Ball Buster (BB-Series 10021) arrives from the Entertainment Plaza.

Oh Tarion, if only you knew how easy it would have been...

Bicolored eyes watch stealthily from her hiding place as the hunter of man rustles on through a portion of HER hunting ground and into the clearing to join the group. What was he doing in here, anyway? Rheisa sniffs unappreiatively at the thought, then turns her focus back to the lively array of feathers up a tree and slooooooooowly lifts the blowgun to her lips. The puff is silent, but the resulting squawk is not.

Qo, Rheisa's Meerian driver, has returned to his speeder there and is lounging back against the hull, trying to resist the call of that unattended, confetti-riddled, glass of vinofizz.

"Ellar, huh? Good for him. I've heard personality adjustment can be a real strain on the central processing unit." Tarion just smirks widely at all assembled, with none of the terse tension Mandl seems to be experiencing and all the casual ease of a practiced asshole. "And Sapph, I just meant that you look, you know, /unique./" That's the word. A squawk distracts him, but after a few moments of glancing about doesn't reveal the source, he lets it go easily with a blink and a smile.

Rheisa Dirleel tests her Climb skill at a 100 difficulty.

 -Failed- (-22).

"Oh, well that's quite a lot to celebrate isn't it?" Sapphira asks rhetorically, lifting her glass in a salute toward Mandl and Ellar. "Best wishes to you both," she says, and sips her fizzwine, making a soft purr of appreciation, and licking her whore red painted lips to clear away any residual. "I've never had this," she confides, in a sheepish way that indicates her great pleasure at the little treat. She sips again, turning her bright green eyes to Tarion once more. "Be careful; you're dangerously close to giving me a compliment," she teases him with a grin, and seems about to say more to the asshole that she married. But the squawk makes her turn her head too, but not so far that she moves from Tarion's draped arm. "Did you hear something?"

LR5H ( 3013) graciously tootles Sapphira-ward. Even droids like compliments! Babble ( 9442) repeats after LR5H ( 3013), ""

The bird takes flight, but gets just a few wingbeats away from its nest before the toxin takes hold and it plummets to the pretend forest floor. Rheisa tucks the blowgun into its sling over her back and gazes longingly up the length of that trunk. She could take this meat, this plummage, and call it a day. OR she could take this meat, this plummage, and some fresh, tasty eggs and call it a GOOD day. Umak will be waking soon and he's gonna be hungry. Choosing to go for gold, she unwinds a leather sling from her belt and twists either end between toes, creating a nice band for tree hugging, then starts her upward scoot. One layer of branches goes by, then another...then she's nose to twigs with her prey's orphaned nest. There ARE eggs. She's hasty to pocket two, tucking them carefully into the natural pocket down the front of her scarf-shirt, then pops the third into her mouth and geeeently punctures the shell. Sluuuuuuuuuuur---*Crack*

Well, dammit.

Evidently those few ounces more on her person were enough to break the support of rough bark's hold on her feet and suddenly there's nothing beneath her but air.

Meanwhile, a set of sleepy, yellow eyes are peeping up over the rim of Qo's hovercart, shrugging off a shade cover of bark strips. Umak.

Kadi and her droid retinue make their way to the park. It's a place they visit regularly, especially when the weather is somewhat reasonable. Kadi isn't skipping today, just walking, but she's out and about. The bump on her forehead is almost all gone by now, just a little bit of a bruise colouring nicely purple and green. She stays well away from the sap tree that she hates. And that she is sure hates her. She's unaware that anyone she knows might be in the park, and obliviously goes walking along the paths, with droids trundling along with her. Babble floats over her left shoulder keeping up, and Fluffy is at her side, the dogbot keeping a watchful eye on everything. It's Buster and Lily who trail a bit behind, though those two are probably doing so on purpose.

Rheisa Dirleel tests her Dexterity skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (50).

LR5H ( 3013) rolls cheerfully over to the digital citizens' brigade blerping greeting! It circles Kadi too nudging gently that she might avail herself of Mandl's vinofizz. Ellar is outfitted with a flat-top serving tray for the occasion. Babble ( 9442) repeats after LR5H ( 3013), ""

Mandl replies to Tarion, chilly: "Mandl does not expect you to celebrate Mandl's success? This is known to Mandl, and accounted for. Your computer-designated mate pleases Mandl with her politeness -- you are tolerated at this event only to avoid upsetting your 'wife,' the Human word ... seems to be. Either close your disgustingly large Human food-hole around a glass of wine or leave. Please."

Rheisa's lesson in gravity could be worse. Rather than a straight drop down, down, down to share in the bird's fate, she encounters one of those two branches passed on the way UP. Her flailing left arm thunks against the first, giving her hope, and with an agile twist around, she manages to catch the second after it rakes up her front and cracks under her chin. The hollow egg shell still in her mouth gets crushed into her palate by a now-pierced tongue. The forest is singing - a high, droning, concussive hum as the stationary trees spin 'round and 'round. She clings tightly with her right arm, lower half pedaling to no avail. If a Rheisa falls in the forest and no one's around to see it, did it happen? They /might/ hear it though, because like the bird, she barks a note of despair when her respite breaks and she plops the remaining 8 or 9 feet to the ground.

Qo's suddenly busy on a call and unaware - or uncaring - of Tarion's general wretchedness over there. Also unaware that his most precious cargo in the back has escaped the vehicle and is making a bumbling bee line for 'fluffy'.

Sapphira had just given up on whatever that sound was, and turned back to the //lovely// level of conversation passing between herself, her husband, and Mandl who is being celebrated. Naturally, when she is praised for her politeness, Sapphira beams a little. But it's at Tarion's expense, so it puts her into something of an awkward spot. One she walked down the aisle to of her own accord. She smirks slightly to Mandl, then looks to Tarion, and then covers the awkwardness with another deep sip of the fizzwine. "You really should try some, Tarion, it's very go-." This time, she doesn't get through a full statement before the loud crack and accompanying sounds of Rhesia's rear dropping from tree to ground in an unpleantly short period. "Frick!" Sapphira starts, turning fully this time to see what the noise was. "Is there an animal out there?"

With the droids catching sight of each other, it's a foregone conclusion that Kadi heads over towards the group. Shes arches a brow as she spies Ellar, and then laughs at the nudge. She takes a glass of the vinofizz. "Thanks, Ellar." Of course, this gets her looking around in time to spy the group and perhaps to see the movement over behind them in the trees. "Something just fell!" she calls out, alarmed. "also hi, but what was that? It seemed a bit big for the usual animals." Of course Fluffy does not seem too worried after one initial WOOF.

You test your Perception skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (64).

Tarion's communicator vibrates in his pocket while Mandl is making his lovely speech accepting all of Tarion's congratulations with grace and sincerity, and the signal draws his attention away long enough for him to read the message and frown. "I've got to go, unfortunately, so I will have to fill my food-hole in your presence on another occasion," the bounty hunter apologizes with a wry grin, leaning in to peck his suddenly aggravated spouse on the cheek before he disappears off into the bushes again.

Mandl says, "Yes, medical attention seems ... potentiated. Let us all wander thataway."

"BOOF!" says Umak, mistaking the resemblance this one canid-shaped thing bears to his friend, Crona, to mean that all canid-shaped things speak Anooba. As far as the 3 yr old 'gruta is concerned, he's an expert on the subject and starts to bounce around like an idiot, coming dangerously close to thumping into juice-wielding grownups.

Rheisa just half lays there, propped against the offending tree with a trickle of blood melting into the mash of yolk oozing between breasts. In one hand, she's claimed the dead bird and calls that victory enough while trying to reassemble all her senses.

Sapphira Tavers tests her Perception skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (5).

Sapphira blinks in slight surprise at the peck from Tarion, and she smirks after him, amused. "Something's making unsettling noises and he scurries into the bushes. How interesting," she muses, and then turns back to the sound. Medical attention may well be prudent, and with her half-drunk winefizz she seems about to head that way. But two steps toward the sound, the cry from Umak draws her attention, and her bright green eyes. "You," she says thoughtfully, having met Rhesia's spawn no doubt, but having little experience with it. She bends to scoop up the child if he'll allow. "What are you doing out here?"

Mandl is just then bending to check Rheisa's injuries.

You test your Treat Injury skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (41).

Fluffy tailwags, and Woofs again, at the little child. He's obviously processed and identified Umak, based on previous experience. Kadi sips her vinofizz and stops. "Hey - Umak? Where's Rheisa?" There is confusion and hesitation in her voice, because - well, if the kid is Umak, why is he wiath Sapphira? How confusing. "And Sapphira, long time no see. How are you - why do you have Umak?" She can't not ask, she just can't. "Are you babysitting?" That asked, she takes a couple more steps over towards Mandl. And Rheisa. "Oh dear!" she exclaims as she slowly catches on sort of to what is happening. "Rheisa's hurt!"

Qo looks up and around as a casual peek into the trailer fails to spy an Umak. He's still on his call, so finding the lil guy has encountered friendly acquaintances, he decides to let THEM take a turn with the little devil.

"Ahk!" Umak squawks as he's airlifted from his game by unnoticed hands and he squirms briefly in Sapphira's grasp before taking note of that fuzzy, fishtail braid slung enticingly over shoulder. Instantly, he's fascinated and starts to pick at it with grimy, chubby fingers. Owlish eyes send coy glances up to the painted human lady face and he babbles "Baijhet," a point to the speeder. "K'ya hoba?" He looks hopeful and smacks his drooly, gray lips.

People? People! That's what she was doing before. A still-stunned looking Rheeisa rolls her eyes around to try and count all the heads. "I get," she proclaims and lifts the bird on high with a trembling arm. The brilliant, metallic plummage on its breast is flared out in full display as rigor already starts to set in, so she lowers it to rest against her forehead. Mmmm, big dead bird. Dart still in its neck. "Prrretty. For Meep home." Her hand drops back to the earth, but bird stays balanced against the prop of montrals. There aren't any bones sticking out anywhere, no gruesome gore on her person. Just a mess of leaf litter, egg yolk, and blood from what Mandl might find is a skewered tongue. She's at least swallowed the crushed egg shell out of the way. Her right leg doesn't move as the rest of her readjusts though, just lays awkwardly aside in a stiff sprawl. With her skirt tied up, the knees are visible, and /that/ knee is facing kinda the wrong way.

Mandl removes a vial of bacta from its belt, and with some rapid mixing and shaking, *voila!* "Curator, your tongue has been pierced. Mandl has created this medicated mouthwash you will require several times a day. To prevent infection." That ... actually may be the complicated part. The rest is just splints and-- Mandl may begin cobbling a stretcher out of nearby driftwoods. "Do not stand until Mandl has fabricated supports."

Trillian Taim has connected.

"Oh, hello," Sapphira says pleasantly to Kadi as the child pulls her hair and wriggles. Sapphira wriggles with him, trying to keep him balanced against her hip while not sloshing or spilling her surprisingly delicious wine. "No, not babysitting. I just found him here, and-" but the exclimation takes Sapphira's attention from Kadi to the direction of her eyes. Saphira's own follow suite. "Frick," she says with slightly clenched teeth. "Go on over and check. I'll keep him over here." And with that Sapphira turns, bouncing the kid slightly against her hip and making odd noises at him. Because this is what you do with children, right? Thank the stars the Taverses haven't reproduced.

No worries, Mandl. She won't get far. "Do not tell Valko," One seemingly drunken arm rears up again, this time to point at incoming Kadi and her blurry twin, then grasps the bark and pulls herself more or less upright on one leg. The bacta vial rolls out of her lap and into the dirt. She sniffs and slurps back some bloody spit with a grimace. "He do not think I am ssstupid." Aw. Plop goes the bird, falling off her head and landing beside the bacta vial. Too late for that fella to use it. "Where is Umak?" she spit-slurs, "I have eggs for him."

"Umak is with Sapphira," Kadi says. Hey, look on the bright side - the three year old is not with Kadi. Fluffy is sort of in between, but his job is watching Kadi, not Umak, and he's a droid, so he swiftly adjusts and moves along with Kadi. Poor Umak. "What happened?" she asks, "I mean - " Now she stops and adds, "I guess the tree bit back or something. They do that, when you least expect them to."

Umak stares at Sapphira and her noises a little cross-eyed. Then, because she isn't getting it, he tries using other words. "Pesss," one finger picks at his lower lip.

Mandl retrieves Rheisa's precious, precious Bithsterine. (How could I not go there. HOW COULD I NOT, I ASK YOU?!) Also the bird, although Mandl handles the thing with the air of ... something requiring sterilization ... as Bith are a tidy people. While the stretcher may not be necessary as the splints are holding, he offers his shoulder for support. "Perhaps the Curator and I must pick each other up? Always. Is fate. Destiny."

And there's Sapphira with the baby. And it wants something. Goodness, what does it want? Why?! "Piss," she repeats, obviously misunderstanding the statement. "Do you have to ... piss? Is that the word your mommy uses? That's ... well I suppose that's one way of saying it. Ummmm..." Sapphira begins to look this way and that for a public restroom. "Piss," she says again thoughtfully.

Umak whines his frusteration and tugs at one of his own headtails. OW. More whining. "Pess! Pes. Plll. Plllspesss," Now he's just firing off any combination of syllables that might match what he thinks he's saying, loudly and slowly like people do to him and mom when they /think/ she isn't understanding their words. He pulls his own mouth open to show her the empty cavern inside. A purplygray tongue, stippled with fleshy bristles in the rear, rows of backward-angled ridges arcing through his palette, and tiny little man teeth, complete with a pair of upper fangs that have just punctured through the gumline, shiny and ready for future use. "Eeess," he slobbers around his fingers and then headbutts into a faceplant against her hairy shoulder with a muffled groan of defeat. That's it, Umak. You're destined to starve.

Rheisa unhappily leans on Mandl, hopping along without shred of grace. "Is bad destiny, to be here," she grumps now that the 'ow' sensation of it all is starting to settle in. "I go to build Meep house," she answers Kadi. "Stop here to get pretty feathers for inside. This bird had nest. I go get eggs." she pats her chest, where the no longer in-tact eggs were tucked away. The squishy sensation hasn't seemed to register with her yet. "For Umak. Hims hungry when wake up."

Mandl minscule Bith-frowns. "Mandl is many things. B'rot-of-plenty-skills. But carpenter ... no. Mandl would outsource. Does the Curator know a carpenter who can follow Curator's designs while Mz. Dirleel is resting and healing?" Dr. B'rot's tone seems to assume Mandl will be obeyed, and Rheisa will not attempt to build a home for Meep with a plausibly-broken leg and a ... uhm ... brand-new tongue piercing. As it were.

Sapphira is only two steps to the bathrooms when the child starts to shriek again. She stops, staring at the creature, as if trying to read a book in a different language. Mouth slightly agape in focus and concentraion. "Pills? Do you need your pills? Stars above, what kind of pills do you need? Do you have to take them right now?" Finally, Sapphira is overwealmed. She sees Rheisa up and about, so it seems safe to bring the baby to its mommy. "Where's his pills?!" she calls out to the parent.

Mandl says, "... I believe, Mrs. Tavers, he may simply be hungry or teething. Or both. Togruta do not point at their mouths before they excrete, nor does a three-year-old know ... very much ... about medications."

Umak perks up at the sound of his mother's slurred mumbling. "HOBA!" he belts, suddenly no longer holding onto Sapphira with hands, as they're both outstretched in the form of a backbend. His toes have got a good grip on her dress, though. "Meht!"

Pale relief washes over Rheisa's very tired face and she reaches with one arm to collect the miniature bull, who promptly sets to work helping himself to gooey yolk smash - blood and all - in her shirt. YUM! "Pess," he belatedly asks, mouth slathered in orange. "Yes, you eat," mother grants permission to reward the /please/. "Thank," she offers as an aside to Saph, then squints past the woman to the speeder, where Qo is ... asleep? And the Meep-vinofizz glass is empty. CURSES.

Mandl says, "Mandl has another bottle, Curator. Mandl will add bits of confetti if Meep should like." Mandl jokes.