Just So. Cock.
Who: Glitch and anyone who might be back at the vicarage by now.
When: About 8:30PMish or so
Where: The Vicarage
Glitch had been a little shocked when she woke up in her new bed. Aside from the fact that it was night, which would mean that somehow she slept during the day, she'd been told she'd be driven into her new home, not just dumped there. Bolting from her bed, she immediately ran to the door to open it a little, then clicked on a light, chirping every now and then as she did.
Her next course of action was to check for her things. Everything was there, of course, just in the wrong order. She sighed and clicked her tongue before spending the next hour or so making everything in the wardrobe Just So. She wanted to go outside and feel and smell and hear the air, but first things first. Once that was settled, she put on a couple of layers of clothes and peeked outside her room for the first time.
The house itself didn't seem terribly inviting. It was cold and damp and the house noises were a kind of pukey yellow at the edges of her vision. It smelled musty, too, like a creepy harpischord tinkling. Chirping a little, she headed out into the hallway, searching for signs of life. "Hello?" She made a chirping noise again, simultaneously snapping her fingers. "Anyone home?"
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Hannah had spent most of the day ignoring everyone. She'd found the box left for her when she'd gone back down to get dressed; for a moment of adrenaline-spiking terror, she'd wondered if it was another mask or something equally unpleasant. Imagine her surprise when the Christmas theme seemed to be continued with presents. Not that she was one to turn down new music, even if it was from the scientists (the bastards.) She needed something to do before she went crazy living in this weird-ass room.
She'd appropriated the entire basement level for herself, fashioning a sort of living room/work area in the front room, where it wasn't actually too bad. At least it was away from her tiny bedroom and the weird noises coming from behind the walls in there. She'd been down there for hours, memorizing sheet after sheet of music as best she could. She'd just put it aside for the moment and decided it sounded quiet enough upstairs that she could risk fumbling around in the kitchen for some dinner and was climbing the stairs when she heard an unfamiliar voice along with an unusual noise.
"What the hell?" she commented, coming up the stairs and pausing in the living room doorway with Anubis at her side. "Do you have a bird or some shit?"
Glitch popped her head to the left briefly as she turned at the voice, seeing a woman with a rather intimidating looking dog with her. "Oh, hey," she said, following it with another chirp. She walked closer, wondering if the woman was blind by the way she wasn't quite looking at her. If so, the dog probably wasn't to be played with. At least this chick had eyes. "No bird, just me. I'm Glitch." She snapped her fingers a couple of times before she could stick her hands in her pockets. "Just got dropped off, I guess- cock!" She blushed, even though the woman probably couldn't see it. "Sorry, I do that sometimes." She chirped again before continuing. "Fun with Tourette's, yay me."
Maybe it was the day she'd spent doing something she liked, or having the house to herself for a bit that day, but Hannah found herself snickering after the woman's outburst. "Wow, seriously?" she said, grinning. "That sucks for you." That was Hannah. Always sensitive to the plights of others. "What the hell kind of name is Glitch, anyway?" she asked, heading towards the kitchen. "It's like you're asking people to make fun of you."
Glitch was used to the laughs and really didn't mind, anyways. It was better than getting chewed out or yelled at for something that she couldn't help. She followed the woman into what turned out to be the kitchen. "It's a stage name," chirp! "but I've pretty much just adopted it. Better than the name my fucked-up mom saddled me with," she explained, snapping a couple of times in her pockets and popping her head left again. "And it wasn't a big deal, really. I thought it was kind of cool sometimes, you know? Being able to say shit and just say you can't help it-it." She snapped again, taking in the kitchen. Part of her wanted to rearrange the room the "right" way, but she fought it, since it would probably be rude to move shit around on the blind woman, especially as small as it was. Clicking her tongue first, she asked, "So I guess we're roomies then. Anyone else here or do we get the run of the place?" She added a chirp at the end for emphasis.
"That's kind of a cop-out," Hannah said, finding the pantry and what felt cereal box-sized. Cracking the top, she reached in and withdrew what touch, smell, and taste (as she popped them in her mouth) identified as honey-nut cheerios. She could work with that. "If you want to say shit, just fucking say it. You don't need an excuse to say something if you want, and if people don't like it, they can just leave. Or not listen. So fuck 'em." She grimaced at Glitch's last questions, hunting around for a bowl and spoon, then pulled what felt like the milk carton out of the fridge. Smelling the milk, she went ahead and poured herself a bowl of cereal. "We're not roommates, we're mutual prisoners. Or lab rats, whatever. Roommates implies we chose to live together, and if I had my choice I would be living with my dog and a whole bunch of silence. And no, we're not alone. That would be almost bearable. First floor has Brett, who's an asshole. Eris, Everett, and Posy all live upstairs. Eris is a crazy bitch, Everett's okay, and Posy's just a bitch. Enjoy." She didn't bother going into the dining room to eat; instead, she put her back to the counter and dug in.
Glitch sat on the counter, trying to stay out of the woman's way. "Well, whatever you wanna call us then."-chirp!-"Lab rats is as good as anything, I guess." Snap, chirp, blinkblink. The cycle continued. "Wait- did you say Brett?-cock!" she said, a look of disbelief behind her glasses. "Brett, oh, I forget his last name, name." She snapped her fingers as she thought. "Wheelchair, mad at the world?" She hopped down, trying to avoid the big dog.
Hannah nearly choked on her Cheerios. "Yeah, he is a cock," she managed after swallowing, snickering again. "That's him. I call him Wheels, he loves it. I'm sure he wouldn't mind a few others adopting the name. I assume you guys were locked up together?"
"Yeah. I love it when my Tourette's is actually in context," Glitch said with a laugh and a chirp, helping herself to a bowl of the same cereal. "I think I made the mistake of calling him Wheels once. Once." She snapped her fingers and twitched her head to the left as she got the milk. "But yeah, we were in the tunnels and freaky changing house together." Snap, pour, chirp. "Damn near went crazy in there trying to find a way out. Didn't see you there though," She chirped, putting up the cereal and the milk. "Didn't catch your name, sorry. Where'd they have you penned up?"
"He's all talk," Hannah said dismissively. "Not like he can do anything if I call him a name he doesn't like." Except return the favor, but turnabout was fair play and all. "And no," she continued, "you didn't see me because I wasn't there. There were other experiments. They called ours 'A', whatever the fuck that designates. Some house in the middle of nowhere. And I'm Hannah. This is Anubis." She indicated the big Doberman, sitting protectively and attentively at her feet.
"Just bitch and moan until people get tired"- chirp!- "and just stop bothering him, right? I'm sure he's tried that trick here a few times-times." She picked up her bowl and a spoon and began eating in the narrow kitchen as well, chirping and over-blinking between bites. "Nice dog," she said, that and another chirp her only real acknowledgement of the working animal. "Multiple experiments, huh?" she said, trying not to talk with her mouth full. "Shoulda known we weren't the only guinea pigs they had running around mazes," she snapped while holding the spoon, a somewhat impressive feat. "They told us we were going to be re-integrated to society, but somehow" she chirped again, this time a little bit of Cheerio flying out accidentally. "Somehow I had a feeling this shit wasn't over yet."
"Yeah, it doesn't work on me," Hannah said dismissively. "Of course they weren't done. We're all fucking helpless, like hell they're going to give that up. I had suspicions the second they brought us to this fucked up town in the middle of goddamn nowhere." But she'd hoped anyway. Just went to show how fucking stupid she could be, apparently.
"Well yeah,- cock!", Glitch said, ignoring the unnecessary word that had popped out. "Of course they're not gonna give us up." She clicked her tongue a couple of times as she took another bite. "It's like trying to get a kid to get rid of an ant farm-farm. You can tell them all you want to just let them go, but," Snap, chirp. "They'll just hide them away and shake them up every now and then just for kicks." She snapped and twitched her head left again as she set the finished bowl down. Man, she'd been hungry. "Best we can hope for is that eventually either they'll- cock! let us go when they get bored or end it spectacularly with the sun and a magnifying glass. Cock! Cockinmy Ass!" She blushed and giggled, snapping a couple of times before continuing. "Whoa. That one doesn't happen too often."