Quantum Mom

A Closed RP blog, part of the Skiaianet Institute. may be NSFW at times.

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Strengthen the Hoard

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Okay Latula was not expecting the ankle grab which causes her to fall face first and make her growl a bit, hissing in annoyance. She flips over and flicks her tongue out, slitted eyes narrowed. “Man, you made me fall. Do you know how unradical it is to take a tumble like this.” She groans and attempts to yank her ankle away from the RA.

“Yeah, ya think I would actually get caught.” She laughs and continues to tug her ankle. “Besides, I don’t wanna kill an old lady so soon.” Another small laugh.

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As Latula spoke, Mom’s eyes grew wide with indignance. “where is it? the thing you took?” She let go, slowly picking herself up, and turned to start back down the stairs.

“You know what?” she said in her best disappointed mother voice, “I’m going to go take inventory of the room. If I can’t figure out what you took, its yours.” She rounded the first flight. “You can come with me now or I can find the dragon lizard girl tomorrow. Your call.”

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Strengthen the Hoard

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Latual snickers and looks behind her to see if the woman was still there and she was, huffing and puffing. She takes pity on the lady and slows down a bit for her. It would be wrong if she killed this old lady before she even got to be truly old. “Sorry, is sugar better?” She cackles as she screams behind her so the lady could hear. She’s sure that there are a few students opening their doors by now to see what all the yelling was about.

Another set of stairs and she takes them much slower than before, finally starting to feel slightly pained from the running she was doing. Also because she kind of wants the RA to catch her so she can see that she was tricked.

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Mom has enough wind left in her to get up the stairs, not enough to respond. It doesn't escape her that Latula has slowed down, but she is blinded by enough indignance to think it is just a teasing tactic. She takes them two at a time, usingthe banister for leverage, and finally gets ahold of the dragon's ankle.

"Gotcha! Wait-" her brain starts clicking, she wans't supposed to catch this little brat, "gotcha? You wanted me -pant- to catch you?"

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Droog: Enforce Dress Code

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Rose mumbled something incoherent about petnames and pointedly looked away, arms crossing over her chest. She wouldn’t admit to throwing a fit, but, well, that was exactly was she was doing.

“No, she’s not going to magically turn out to be nice because that’s not how people work. An asshole is an asshole regardless of circumstances. And if you don’t mind, I’m already late for class.”

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Mom looked over to the loading screen. “No can do, darling. You’re only halfway done. Besides, I can write you a note. Don’t you want to spend time with your mother?” She pouted comically, ignoring Rose’s tantrum and kissing her cheek. “You might be surprised. Assholes will be honest with you and sometimes they are the best friends. I remember Daniela, back in Salvador.”

Oh no. Not another orphanage lecture.

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Strengthen the Hoard

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Just the sound of the odd language behind her made her cackle even louder. She wished she had her skateboard just so she could throw it down and zoom away, but jumping chairs and dodging that one doorway that produced a human was way more fun anyways. She nearly left the building but decided this chasing thing was way too fun.

Every now and then she looks behind her to see if the woman was still following her. Latula would be damned if she gave up this game, so the next corner she takes she looks around quickly for a place to stash the game. There’s not many hiding spots considering the turn she took led up stairs which was a hassle to run up, but once she was up, there just happened to be a box sitting there. She tosses it in and slows her running pace just enough for the RA lady to catch up if she even made it up the stairs.

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Roxanna was no match for the athletic, genetically modified teen. Where Latula jumped over, Mom had to run around. Where Latula could take the stairs easy, Mom was huffing by the time she reached them.  She reached the top, and came out panting for breath, almost 20 seconds after Latula has stashed her game.

“gimme -pant- the game. -huff- and don’t call me babe,” She took off again after Latula, winded but still going despite her horrible chances of catching the offender.

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Strengthen the Hoard

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Latula sighed and rolled her eyes, hand finally yanking the game out from its hiding place. She looks as if she’s contemplating handing the game over, finger tapping her teal lips getting a bit of lipstick on her finger. Then she shakes her head and flicks her ears. “Howz about no, babe?” She flaps her wings twice, using the little bit of caught wind to push her back and the fluffy of papers yanked off the few bulletin boards as a not so well placed distraction as she bolted out of the room.

She snickers, glancing at the game gripped tightly in her hand every time it comes into view. Her wings are now tightly pulled to her back to prevent them from catching air and her tail is held stiffly behind her to add balance to her weirdly wobbly running. “If ya can catch me, then you can have it back babe!”

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This is why Roxanna should be allowed to have a tranquilizer rifle. She even owned one, it just wasn’t allowed on site.

The corkboards came down, the dragon took off, and Roxanna got up. “Babe?” Now it was personal. It’s very hard to look menacing chasing after truants in pink pajamas and fuzzy slippers, but damn if she wasn’t gonna try. Mom took off running.

“sua serpente teimo vai se fuder cuando eu te pega!” The swearing continued as the chase progressed.

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Strengthen the Hoard

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Latula snorts and shakes her head, tongue flicking out to taste the air. “Naw. You can’t skate with claws and it’s hard to not wear shoes this radical.” She kicks one foot out showing off her teal and red sneakers with a smirk. “Besides I have to keep them short even if I didn’t skate, you people get your panties in a bunch about scratching the wood floors.” Only the floors in the dorm were carpet so she felt a tad silly saying that.

She clears his throat and looks off to the side, tongue quickly flicking out again. “Well, it’s getting really late and one doesn’t get this rad by staying up all night. This girl has to hop in the shower to sanitize herself and then her bed for some epic shut eye. So I’ll just leave you and your fruity pants to what you were doing.” Latula begins to slowly walk around the RA, one hand gripping the game in the back of her tights.

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Roxanna was silent and sombre through Latula’s ramble, wathcing her like a hawk. As the dragon teen tried to step out, Roxanna held her hand again. “First. Give it to me.” She looked over at Latula again, eyes narrow, knowing the teen now had a clear way out. Sadly, it was been expressly pointed out that she was not to tackle students unless they had started an altercation, so she had to keep her hands to herself.

In truth, what could tackling the teen have done in the first place. Ugh. it was too late at night to be outsmarting students.

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Strengthen the Hoard

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Latula whistles and quirks a brow, attempting to tuck the game in the back of her tights, but that was easier said than done considering she didn’t want the other woman to notice what she was doing. 

“What are ya talking about sugar? I ain’t got nothin.” She manages to get the corner tucked in just in time for her to hold out her hands to show that there was nothing there. “But serious girl, you gotta tell me where you got them sick sleep kicks, I gotta get me some. They look like serious comfort on your feetz.” 

She watches the woman closely just in case she makes a jump or any sudden movements that would make it seem like she was making a grab for the game. Latula is sure that the RA knows that she’s got something, but if she could play it off long enough then she should be able to calculate a radical exit.

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Roxanna crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow. Her eyes stayed trained on the lizard girl. “At the store. If you have the cash I could get you a pair. Though,” the Lalonde snark reared its head, “you look like your nails would tear though these in a heartbeat.”

There was the window, though it took a  second to get open, and Roxanna didn’t know if she could stop the little shit if she decided to tuck and roll past the woman. She looked buff, and the researcher hadn’t exactly been lifting weights.

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Strengthen the Hoard

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Latula whips around, hiding the game behind her back as she stares at the woman before her. “Yeah.” She flicks her tail and looks around, eyes big and slightly startled and unable to hide behind her glasses due to the fact that she already had someone tell her to take them off. It was annoying hearing the teachers around here repeat things like broken records.

“I dunno if we met yet? I’m Latula, in with the vampy chick. Ya know the white one with the fashion biz and the wicked nasty complexion.” She explains, one hand moving forward to gesture quite a bit. Latula talked with her hands so having to hide her future addition to her collection was a bit of a hassle. “Ya know, those little fuzzy budz on your feet there look wicked comfortable. Maybe I should invest in some.” Subject change, maybe she won’t try and escort Latula to her dorm.

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Roxanna had spent enough time in the orphanages and favelas of Bahia to know when someone was hiding something behind their back. Summoning up the nuns that had raised her, she held out her hand.

“Give it here. What you’re hiding.”

Honestly, the dorms were still a dream compared to her childhood home, what with the carpet and running water. Some things you don’t forget. What was weird to her, what was difficult, was how soft the kids were here. That was a lie even a 5-year-old could have done better than. Something was up, though, this teen didn’t look nearly nervous enough to not have a strong backup plan.

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Strengthen the Hoard

People said she had a problem, well that’s why she took medication. Well people also said she was a hoarder, which she in return said she was a collector of fine historical games that nobody appreciated anymore. She had a habit, a lot of them in fact, where she would sit and watch the common rooms then snatch the least played game so she could take it to her room and give it the love it needed. There were stacks and stacks of games, some she didn’t even have the console for. Okay so she only had hand held game consoles, but she still liked to think that her just wanting the game made it feel more loved.

So here she was, alone in the commons looking through the games for the oldest looking one she could find. Once it’s found she stands, looking it over and checking the disk before closing it all up and tossing it quickly in the air, catching it. “It’s okay, you get a new home my electronic broz.” She smirks and puts a hand on her hip, other hand holding the game and looking at the slightly torn cover.

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Mom had just finished settling in a few days ago, and was still getting used to the fact that she had to wear pajamas. Not only did they have to be pajamas, they had to be BORING pajamas, which meant an entire stash of lacy, satiny boyshorts and teddies was sitting unused at her old apartment. (Though since she was still paying rent there she supposed it was a good thing to wear for dates.)

The woman was just heading back to her room in a pair of strawberry print pajamas pants and a pink tank when she spotted a newcomer to the dorm. No, that was no newcomer. It looked like a student from an entirely different building. She walked over, menacing in her fuzzy slippers.

“Excuse me, are you one of my freshman? I’m Roxanna the RA.” She offered a handshake. The shittily carpeted halls and corkboard-decorated hallways of the dorm may not have been the most lavish of buildings, but she was still its steward.

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Mom: Brag about Robot Daughter

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Rose didn’t seem to find this as amusing as Roxy did. She shoved the candy in her bag and stayed quiet for the rest of the class. 

She was about to let herself be lead out of the classroom, but she knew it wouldn’t work. Their mother wouldn’t just let them leave like that. At the sound of her voice, Rose rolled her eyes and turned back, looking as displeased as she possibly could.

“Thank you for the offer, mother, but I’d much prefer to go back to my sterile, barren room and wonder what I could have possibly done to deserve this fate. Unless you need to show me off some more?”

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Damn, Rosie was on a roll today. Roxy felt a pang of guilt at the thought of an actual normal family dinner. She would have loved an excuse to hear Rose tell about her day. It would be nice, probably, if they could get away with regular ole familial junk like that, though Roxy didn’t allow herself to think about it too often. She could give her mom credit for trying. And boy did she try. But the disconnect just felt too wide sometimes.

“Yeah, mom, besides it’s the first day of school. I’m sure you’re busy as hell, right! We can try to catch up… another time, maybe?”

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Roxanna drooped. She could offer but she couldn’t make her daughters want to spend time with her. “Alright,” she let go, “I’ll be moving into the freshman dorms tonight, so you can stop by the RA room if you want to talk.”

She started packing up her papers, and added, “I have to stop by a store to get a few things for my new room. Do either of you need anything?” With a little hop she got off her stool and onto her feet, tucking the portfolio under her arm. The scientist was making no effort to hide her sad puppy feelings.

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Droog: Enforce Dress Code

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Rose gave a one shoulder shrug, averting her eyes. “She’s weird and I don’t like her, which you should have fully expected, considering I don’t like anyone.” She almost pouted, almost, the pink of the inside of her lip showing for a microsecond. “I don’t understand why I can’t have my own room. There are plenty of empty rooms in these buildings.”

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“It’s important for you to learn to share space with another person,” she lectured, “Give your roommate a chance? She might turn out to be nicer than you think, Rosinha.” Roxanna was leaning back in her chair, lab coat open to show a one piece that ended above her knee, pink and cream panels stitched together to frame the curves of her body. Her legs were tan and hairless, and a pair of cream heeled shoes capped her feet. Her perfume was delicate, only able to be smelled when she came in close, like gardenias and jasmine blossoms.

Her eyes looked at Rose with concern and sadness. She never could seem to make her daughter happy. She wondered to herself if one day she would have to build a chassis that Rose could take away from here, from her, from the misplaced attempts at motherhood and the odd organization that was now “housing” them.

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Droog: Enforce Dress Code

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Rose squirmed at her fingertips. She wasn’t particularly found of being hooked up to a computer and having her mother analyze her inner thoughts. At least she couldn’t possibly know the specifics of it. 

“I’m glad I’m being a good little specimen, mother, but must you do this now? Just back me up and let me leave, before I’m late for my next class.” Rose had absolutely zero intentions of actually going to her next class.

The small part of her piped up again, wishing she could stay here with her mother, but the vast majority of her system didn’t feel like being something to be fascinated over.

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“Oh,” that seemed to push Roxanna out of her analysis, “That’s right, here you are. I should be talking to you and not the data.” She was self-concious suddenly, realizing the memory of her first class with Rose was now perfectly recorded for her to replay at will.Roxanna forced herself to turn around ad deal with Rose as a person, despite the looming prospect of putting her foot inher mouth once more.

“H-how is school? Did you meet your roommate yet?” She fiddled with her own hair nervously.

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Droog: Enforce Dress Code

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Her mother was far too happy for Rose’s tastes. She would have blushed but she blocked the action and shut down the process before anything could betray her cool, uncaring facade. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m not interested on having to test out more of your dorky prototypes.”

She shrugged, hands reaching up to feel her face and make sure everything was in place. “I’ve been storing everything on the servers you set up back home, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have another back up.”

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“Alright, well,” She reached behind her to her desk for a usb cable, “Let’s hook you up.” Her hands lovingly peeled just an inch of skin back from her daughter’s neck to insert the cable. The other half was already plugged into a tower computer, which Roxanna stepped over to. There were a few clicks and password enterings before the screen was taken up by a loading bar.

“You’ve gathered quite a lot of data,” she praised, “Once your CPU isn’t permitted to focus of factual studies your qualitative sense analysis increases, it seems.” Once again, Roxanna was a study of opposites. her hands were as loving and delicate as could be, but her words were always wrong, always about her feelings for someone and not about the person she was speaking to.

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Miss Laegeland: Interrogate your ex

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“My social obligations are at an all time low. I only recently moved here for this job, and you know I don’t make friends fast.” Rosemary dug nails into her legs as she tried to center her thoughts - the tactile sensation kept her in the moment and out of sad nostalgia. “I shall pencil you in for the entire evening, in light of anything else to take up the time.”

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It still took a lot of self-control not to touch her ex. Roxanna smiled through the hole in her chest, trying to tell herself that Saturday was not a very long way off and that if she had gone 5 years without Rosemary she could very well wait another couple days.

“I’m happy you decided to come yell at me, ‘mary,” Roxanna chirped, “It’s been lovely to see you again. Should I let the girls know you’re around or would you rather surprise them yourself?” Roxy’s reaction was something Mom couldn’t puzzle out. Rose’s either, to be honest. To find out your mother’s ex was going to be around after a  year absebce? To find out your face was borrowed? It was going to be a shock, and she had not been dealing well with them this week.

“I suppose I should warn you that girls have been,” she bit her lip and winced, “moody. I may or may not have been talking over them again.”

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Miss Laegeland: Interrogate your ex

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The agony of sudden catharsis left her insides feeling absolutely raw, like her heart was throbbing with the need to be with her. Her love had never quite faded, and when she was against her it strummed a sad melody on her heartstrings.

After holding her for what felt like a long time, she took two staggering steps back from her, rubbing her face with the sleeve of her shirt. It made her feel infantile to dab at her tears like that, but her eyes stung with them and she could barely see through it otherwise.

“You must excuse me, I’ve…fuck, I have not dealt with it well.” Rosemary laughed, maybe a little too bitter for it to just be casually dismissive. Her weight shifted from one foot to another, and it was clear that she still felt uncomfortable here, occasionally tensing up as if she could just bolt out the door and hide from her problems. 

Hiding never solves anything, though; and she wanted a chance to meet Roxanna’s daughters (their daughters), a chance that could only be earned through reconciliation. “A date would be nice.” She sniveled, her breathing settling down from the frantic pace is had achieved.

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Roxanna also had tears to wipe when the embrace ended. It felt too soon, and yet she knew patience was important with these matters. “Yes, are you free this Saturday around 4? There’s a nice French restaurant in town that’s right next to an antique bookstore.” Her face was still blotchy with red as she adjusted her clothes.

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Miss Laegeland: Interrogate your ex

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Oh god. That soft, cradling touch almost made her weak in the knees with bittersweet nostalgia - her breath came hard and audible, and she did the first thing that came to mind, curling her arms around her old lover, grabbing fistfuls of her labcoat to keep from breaking into sobs. She must be strong.

“I-I have to go. There’s an English department meeting…” She was too sad and too enamored with Lalonde to lie to her effectively. Her conscious thoughts wanted her to run; Roxanna’s warmth and affection was addictive, and Rosemary wanted anything but to relapse. She wanted to put distance between them, erect a wall of stoicism, set up anti-air batteries of effortless, nonplussed wit, top the towers with rolls of cutting remarks like barbed wire. But it had been so long, and the hole in her heart had never quite healed - now it was hemorrhaging affection uncontrollably.

“I still love you.” The words came out a pathetic, tearful mewl - her cheeks were wet and her face felt hot enough to fry flesh. “I missed you so much, I’m so glad to see you again.”

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The admission brought a redness to Roxanna’s face: a blush that stung her eyes with tears or tears that warmed her cheeks? It didn’t matter. Her heart pounded in her chest to know that flighty, distant Rosemary was clutching to her. She tightened her hug, too filled with joy to realize her own tears were spilling over.

“I was convinced you had moved on,” she murmured, her mouth near her ex-lover’s ear, “I tried to keep busy, but it never helped.”

The researcher sniffled. All those nights sleeping alone, the nights she had found an excuse to stay up working: she had only made herself too exhausted to think about Rosemary, about the other voids in her life. She had pushed herself to be too tired to imagine that relationship as a salve, but here they were, with Rosemary pressed up against her pink button up and gray houndstooth skirt surrounded by office supplies and data printouts.

“Let’s go on a proper date, ‘mary. I wanna be with you again. I-” the words caught in her throat, she had been denying to herself for so long, “I love you too.”

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Miss Laegeland: Interrogate your ex

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“I guess you could say I had girls too; it wasn’t very healthy and I probably hurt some of them just as much as I was hurting.” Rosemary wasn’t quite sure why she felt the need for honest - it had been a very long time since somebody gave her a reason, a desire, even, to be honest. Lying came easy to her, she was a goddamn natural at lying, so why was she practically vomiting honesty now?

The cocktail of emotions thrashing in her chest was more poisonous than anything she had ever choked down before, but her heart bore that burden, not her liver. It hurt so much to talk to her like this because it forced her to face up to the facts of how she had gone wrong, and now she was comparing the brutal fiction she had built in her head with the actually rather optimistic reality. It made her feel weak and needy and open, like when she first met Roxanna and she told her about everything. She needed space and yet she never wanted to be apart again.

She needed a fucking drink.

“We can hardly just pick up where we left off, can we? So much has changed. We’ve changed. You’ve got a new kid and the other one is really starting to grow up. I picked up issues like an electrostatically-charged lint trap in your absence.” With a weighty sigh, she finished, “And I don’t know if I’m the person you loved, not anymore.”

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Roxanna couldn’t be reasonable any longer. She couldn’t wipe the grin off her face, couldn’t keep her distance, couldn’t keep her arms from wrapping around Rosemary loosely or her forehead from lowering down to touch the other woman’s.

“No, we can’t just go back to where we were. you’re right. Between my daughters and your baggage, we can never go back.” Her voice was hushed, her body loose, as though the slightest hint of tension would frighten off the shorter woman. It was new, seeing Rosemary this open, and Roxanna could only remember it happening once before. 

“But I would start over if you would still have me.”