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[tattooism]

Good evening, Kenos...

[The sense of Communion is less of a solid thing, an actual face or clear voice, and more of a sensation of smoke curling in the air, seeping into your senses late at night with a husky rumble and a fluffy(?), warm embrace.]

You must forgive me for calling during such a, hmm, fraught time... I take it to understand some VIPs have been killed... ? And then there was that dreadful light beam thing... Goodness, I've had so many tattoo clients the last few weeks I've barely managed to leave my studios to sate my hungers, let alone keep up with politics. I am an artist, you see, first and foremost.

Well, as an honorary Zenite I suppose I should at least be concerned that some wayward Meridian ruffian is going to sneak into my home and poison the poor Shard in my safekeeping to make it explode, like what happened to poor Mr. Michaelis'? I did see that...

[👁]

But I have something a little more personal to ask you.

Despite my long and adventurous life, you see, I have never been blessed with children of my own... So perhaps my maternal instincts are somewhat lacking? I am a little unsure as to how to handle the situation I find myself unwittingly embroiled in, so...

What does one do to gently encourage three young men with questionable hygiene practices to stop squatting in a small guest room with insufficient mattress numbers and become respectable and enterprisingly self-sufficient citizens of Highstorm?

I would appreciate any and all input on this pressing matter. Thank you~ ❤️

[A moment later, as if she had remembered this very important detail, she returns to Communion to add, (filtered away from a Certain Zenite Air BNB Host and His Three Tenants):]

Oh- And, apparently sex is off the table, so. Solutions that are not that, please! 💋

Comments

Not here

[settingup]

[ He's not necessarily paying attention to this, but somewhere sitting in Amos' house right now, Atsumu feels vaguely offended, and he doesn't know why. ]

[tattooism]

[You don't want to help her play into this, Atsumu? (Or, alternatively, listen and ask for a real estate agent's number?) Rude!]

[alliterating]

Just tell 'em to get out. And then toss 'em if they don't listen.

[tattooism]

That is very sound advice...

Let's say, for the purpose of this experiment, though... That it isn't my house. So that option is, by some sensibilities, not within my rights.

Apparently.

[alliterating]

...well if you can't kick 'em out because of that, you could still ask them.

[ Her preferred option is strong-arming. ]

Or bribe 'em I guess. Give them something to leave.

[tattooism]

Bribe them, hmm?

Well what do young men like, then? Yima gave them money for just existing, didn’t she? Like an allowance? They don’t need coin…

[erbe]

[She... actually doesn't know who could be there. Honestly she hasn't had the will (or the time taking on a secondary job) to check on all her friends. The impact of Discord (insomnia, apathy) means the days (and the Communions) have gotten away with her. Unwilling to engage with certain, heavier things... but this seems so easy to just—]

Make somewhere else seem more appealing to them, obviously.

[tattooism]

Hmm… I thought about an ant infestation, but that would ruin the fun I want to have there, too…

[Curious. The feel of this Communion.]

[erbe]

[a WHAT??]

Ah. I meant more like encourage them to move out into another place that might be more appealing to them. Like the place of someone they're interested in, or perhaps a peer?

[tattooism]

Someone they’re interested in…

Hmmm…

That might be a good idea. They’re all of a certain age, there must be someone they like.

Or “like”.

[bakedapple]

...

[ That was... a lot, Kiritsubo...

He clears his throat. ]

I don't know, but you can't kick them out if they have nowhere else to go. So... I guess, maybe, if you helped them find a new home...?

[tattooism]

[Was it… ?]

Surely you do not think me so cruel as that, do you, Link?

I offered to help one find a new place to live and he wouldn’t listen at all…

[bakedapple]

Oh.

[ That may normally be a fair response, but this is Kiritsubo they're talking about. Link doesn't have any confidence that her "offer" wasn't... uh... weird. ]

You can't force them. If they really don't want to go, I don't know what more you can do. But... what do you need them to move for, anyway?

[umurice]

[That sure is an unfamiliar voice and presence. Hiiro still ponders it though, despite his feelings about Zenith currently.]

If they are idle, then it is the best time to make them work on things that need to be done. Everyone needs to do their part in order for a society to work.

I heard food shortage is a potential problem, so maybe they can help with that.

[tattooism]

Everyone does need to do their part. I’ve been doing mine, haven’t I?

[Her part having been… well. No one needs to know that. ♡]

But they won’t listen to me, will they? It’s not like I’m their mother…

[umurice]

Are they not living with you? It seems appropriate enough for them to work for you if they are not doing it now.

[That was the impression he got from her words at least.]

As the property owner, it is within your right to remove them if they aren't cooperative.

[punkisntdead]

[Chloe was about to write this whole thing off and ignore this communion, because it sure as hell isn't her problem. (No, she's too busy being a squatter in the Freak House to think about three smelly boys)

But that last little addendum has her immediately barking a laugh.]

Wait, so are you just mad they're squatting in your fuck-pad? Or did you already try to scare them off with sex and get no results? Because I could've told you that one wouldn't fly.

[tattooism]

[Completely and utterly without hesitation or shame,]

The former, yes.

More “annoyed” than “mad”, mind you.

[punkisntdead]

Uh-huh, sure.

[The stupid fucking grin on her face is apparent even here.]

Just tell them to hit the road for a while when mama needs some time with her special friend.

[tresemme]

[ at first he doesn’t realize this is about him and so he ignores it, but the longer he thinks about it, the closer it gets to dawning on him, until finally… ]

What the hell?! I take a shower every day!

[tattooism]

[The sensation of a raising eyebrow.]

Ah- You do?

Perhaps you might want to ask your little friends to be a bit better about it, then? My nose is fairly sensitive, you see, and the overall effect is... somewhat rank.

[tresemme]

You tell them!

[ look, tony knows that teen boys stink because he’s living with them, but tony is meticulous. ]

Don’t get mad at me for stuff that’s not my fault, granny.

[redsoil]

Hm. I think you should not have accepted a gift as precious as that without asking for more of a guarantee from the get-go

[ victim blaming? he doesn't actually care about the Zenite's shards, they're GREAT targets though!

also, he's not going to argue that meridian didn't do this, but like.... this sounds familiar. ]

We already know Zenith's go-to method when unhappy is sowing discord and lies, anyways. Something happens to your pet rock that you failed to account for: blame Meridian. Seen it with Alenroux, then called your bluff and proved you for the liars you were before.

[tattooism]

Oh… ?

[Kiritsubo knows who this is. How interesting. How very interesting.]

I suppose you want to suggest another explanation for it, then? I certainly don’t know anything about this Alenroux place, but…

I do know who would be most motivated to hurt the souls we have been guarding.

How scary… that our poor, desperate attempts to save just who we can would be turned upon us so cruelly…

[redsoil]

No, I want your evidence. Until you can offer up more than this "woe is me" act, blaming Meridian is a tactic and not a truth.

[ He settles back, lazy and indolent in his ease. A trickster meets a trickster. ]

You chose to save who you can. That means their wellbeing is your responsibility to ensure, not Meridian's or even the world's. Goodness, how are any of us meant to believe in Zenith's world if you cannot protect even one little soul!