#tpverse things

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Meanwhile, in TPverse ~

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Where does Adrian work?

“Oh, I work at a lovely little place called Rollins, it’s a combination deli and café owned by two sisters, Misses Liza and Laura.  I spend most of my time working in the café making the baked goods but I help Miss Liza with the deli catering assignments too.  That’s what takes up most of my time, but if I get the client’s permission I can use my work towards extracurricular assignments for college.

Personally I prefer the café, but mostly because I enjoy baking and it always gives me a chuckle when I hear people order a set of ‘Rollins’ Scones’.  Miss Laura’s wife came up with those, haha~”

“He used to work about 8 hours every few days, but since we don’t exactly need the money and his bosses know he has a baby at home, they pretty much let him choose his hours.  He’s technically on paternal leave right now, so they keep telling him to go home and spend time with me and Alice when he comes in.”  

“I do miss it.”  “You can always bake me some scones.” 

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⇪ Thanksgiving at Home

Pfft, this is hilarious.

Okay so, normally Adrian jumps at the chance to cook thanksgiving feast but his work’s been working him really hard this season, so Vlad offered to cook the turkey and stuff.  

My whole family came over, as per normal, and now both Vlad AND Gramma Mads are cooking dinner.  And my dad is just...he so paranoid oh my god.  He keeps going into the kitchen for water ever 20 minutes just so he can glare at Vlad.  Let it go, old man.  

But anyway, it’s nice to just kind of sit back together in a quiet corner while Adrian snoozes and Alice ponders how she’s related to all these loud weirdos that keep wandering around.  She keeps watching everyone and making these cute chirps at us.  Sometimes I wonder what she’s thinking.

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“Everyone talks about how their local Danny gets all pissy around christmas, and I can’t help but find it amusing.  My dad is 41 years old this year and he STILL gets pissy around christmas.  I guess it helps that he has other things to celebrate around that time.  He tends to go a little nuts over my birthday.  

This year though, he’s extra pissy because NASA is making him retake some of the physical endurance tests before The Gray send him back up since he’s been off on paternal leave for a year.  Me and him jog together.”

“...You know, I’ve been getting along a lot better with my dad since becoming a dad.  It’s nice.” 

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Regarding that last post you can totally tell that Danny dressed Jer that day.  “Eh, these are clean, and we’re not going anywhere.  Who cares if you’re a technicolor eyesore.”  “Ptthhhll”  “Exactly.”

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Some concepts for Jer and Adrian’s mains on their favorite VRGMMO, MirythiaVR.  

Adrian’s is Arc Wayfinder, a simple Aeran ranger that tends to get insanely lucky drops and therefore has accrued some rather OP gear and high crafting skills.  Most of his gear is terrifyingly hellish looking.  He’s also dabbled in claw weapons (out of boredom one day) and finds the build extremely fun.  So while he’s a ranger, he’s also fond of tanking (as long as someone is healing him).

He’s the leader of a guild called The Haven, who currently controls 10% of the map in a single territory, mostly out of fun.  They lose it about every other week.

His war mount Scáth is one of the rarest in the game, and is a small tank on her own when not being ridden into battle.  He got her through a handful of random item ticket’s Jer’d given him, while Jer got pretty much nothing out of them.  Jer’s still mad about it because the horse matches his color scheme and everything, mannn -

On the other hand, Jer is OP enough.  Recently promoted to full fledged Game Master on his main, Jer has access to rather insane gear and powers himself. An Aeran Mage, he focuses mostly on healing and buffing, but can also resurrect dead players (if he feels like it) and use devastating debuffs, and is a dedicated member of just about any squad. Meaning he WILL lecture you if you do something dumb and get squashed.

Jer prefers cosmetic items to visible armor, and has a large wardrobe for various occasions and events.  His favorite by far is his new GM uniform, custom designed by His Lady herself.  Spooky space theme and all.  His dad is so jealous.  (yes, Danny plays too)

Although he’s a healer, he’s also a terrifying damage dealer.  His favorite tactic in group battles is to fly over and drop into a group, before setting off an AOE debuff and Thunder Bombing them.  

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Small drabble about the beginning of something...unexpected.

Dust hung in the air from the impact - Jeremiah barely had time to throw up a shield before his opponent came in for a finishing blow.

"Whoa Kris cool it for a sec!"  Jer choked, having been thrown back on his ass from the previous punch.  He laughed though, knowing that his sister wasn't really out to get him.  

"Aw, nooooo.  You are seriously out of practice.  Minus 10 points."  Kris whined, gently floating back to the ground and snapping her arms back to their normal size.  

"I'm okay with that."  Getting to his feet, Jer brushed the dirt of his hands, only to wince when he found them scraped up raw.  "Ow."

"Aw, need me to kiss the boo-boo~"  Kris chimed.  Jer snorted.  "Ew, no, I'll get Joe cooties."

The two hybrids laughed, and Jer rolled his shoulders in preparation to continue.  "So what's next?"  

"Hmm.  Wanna work on morphing?  You almost had it before you guys got busy with wedding stuff."  

The chimera was a bit apprehensive.  "Ehhh, I don't really need it?  I mean, I have telekinetics and stuff."

"Nuh uh, having an extra way to defend yourself is way more important."  Kris started, tapping her chin in thought.  "You're too solid to really get the non-Newtonian fluidity perfect, but you could still use it to get out of ghost proof bindings on that 'job' of yours."  She smiled as she watched Jer considering her offer to start teaching him morphing again.

"...Okay, I'm in."  

"Ow my everythingggg~" Jer whined.  Kris tapped him with her boot.  

"Hmm.  Okay, 5 points for effort, and 5 for progress.  You're back to minus 12."

"Yay."

Dragging himself to his feet again, he let out a breath.  "I think we should call it a day."  "Agreed."  His sister nodded, and they proceeded to clean up the back yard as best they could.

After a nice, relaxing shower, Jer shook his hair dry as he idly decided what to wear.  He jumped when his phone buzzed, and he rushed over to see who it was.

"Hey Teej.  What's up?"  

Trevor chimed in happily over the line and offered a night of hanging out at his girlfriend's bar. Jer considered things for a moment.

"Can Adri come with?  I'm kinda tired - was training with Kris today.  No, Kris still isn't old enough to drink, you weirdo." After some agreement, the chimera grinned. "Cool, see you then!"  

So now he had plans for a fun evening with friends.  It wasn’t like he’d had anything else planned, except maybe getting started on his journals for the Board.  Meh, he’d have plenty of time for that later.

"ohmahgahh, too mush wine~"  Jer blurted out, as he carefully - well, as careful as he could being as drunk as he was -   lead his tall tipsy tree husband towards the taxi.  Neither of them were in the right shape to port home, that was clear.

It wasn't often that Adrian joined him in some drinking shenanigans, but something about Aoife's folks bar just...brought out the Irish in him or something.  Even if they were Scottish, probably something about kindred spirits and gaelic thing-a-ma-bobs.

Regardless, the two of them were somewhere in between passing out and making out.  It was the end of Summer, and Jer always got a little...touchy around this time of the year.  It seemed to be enhanced by the fact that this was the first summer the two would spend married.

Jer never expected to get married.  It was actually pretty nice.  A new life, a new name, no more instant karma bringing him down from being labeled a 'Fenton'.

And now, to his wine-addled mind, a despicable plan was unfolding.  There was an itch that he needed scratched.  And he could hardly wait to try and put his earlier training to good use.  

Not for it’s intended use, mind you, but good enough.

Jer grumbled and groaned like a perturbed dragon nursing a hangover.

Wait, no, that was actually what happened.

A very whiney chimera sat up as much as possible, hoping that Adrian had at least left him a glass of water and an aspirin.  

No wait, Adrian was hungover too.  Shit.  Jer lowered himself back onto the pillows and nuzzled into his partner's neck, but the redhead only sighed in his slumber.  Poor guy hardly drank very often, so he was likely the worse off of them both.

That meant Jer had to be the one to take care of them both.   He had to be the adult.  Blehh.  

He moved to untangle himself from Adrian's gangly limbs when he felt something off.  Something wasn't right.

They often stayed...uh...together after an intimate night, but it didn't feel...

All at once, Jer was wide awake.  He remembered what he'd done.  What he'd done with his powers.  With morphing of all thing--

He screamed.

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"Calm down!?  How am I supposed to calm down - what if my...stuff doesn't come back!??"  Jer shrieked.  Outwardly, he looked the same, sounded the same; panicked the same.  But in his drunken stupor, he'd decided to 'spice up' his and Adrian's love life with a little spontaneity.

And now he was regretting it, completely.  Adrian, who was gingerly sipping a cup of coffee, was trying with all his cognitive power to understand why Jer was freaking out so loudly.  "Jer, you'll be fine."  He assured.  

"You don't know that!"  Jer snapped.  

That was when Kris shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Jeeze Jer I heard you screaming from the east wing.  What's--"

"KRIS thank Clockwork okay so I was drunk and I morphed something and I don't remember how or why but now I can't get back to normal how do I get back to normal??"  Jer babbled.

His sister blinked in confusion, holding up her hands defensively.  "Whoa wait, you...okay, you went out drinking, you morphed?  You look fine."

"I'M NOT."  

"Clearly." Adrian chimed in with a chuckle.

"NOT HELPFUL."

Kris smirked.  "Okay, so...you can't figure out how to go back to normal, that's the problem here?  You'll be fine.  The cells in your body'll recycle in less than a week, and you'll be forced back to normal.  Not the most pleasant way to fix it, but you will go back to normal. Painlessly.  Trust me, bucko."  She assured him.  

"...S...So a week.  Like this."  Jer wheezed.  Why did he do this kind of crap to himself??

Kris cocked her head.  "Like what?"

"Just...trust me, things are weird."  He shook his head.  Jer didn't want to explain.  His sister seemed to have gotten the message, her face forming an :O in recognition before she burst into laughter.  Adrian snorted into his coffee.

"YOU BOTH SUCK."  Jer roared as he stomped out of the kitchen.

"...So redwood, when's eats?"  Kris asked after she'd recovered from her gigglefit and the elephant had left the room.

"Ah...I'm still recovering from last night lass, but there's a lovely cafe on main street, if you and Joseph are too hungry to wait.  I'd rather focus on stopping Jer from panicking so."

The not-quite-halfa shrugged. "Gotcha.  Sounds good to me.  How do you open the garage again?"

"Buttons near the middle shelf love." "Thanks redwood~  Good luck with you-know-who."

"Aye~"  Adrian sighed and finished off his coffee.  He’d need it.