004: Centzon Totochtin/preparations

[usagipino]

[Something smells really, really awful on the Plane. That something is a disembodied tentacle which is currently rotting, and which Pino has dragged off to a little corner of the Plane. Around the tentacle are growing piles of junk--scrap metal, long-dead radios, nuts and bolts, a clarinet which has been snapped in half, a metal head (formerly an Autoraves), stacks of papers, a holographic book which has been flipped open to show an image of a boy and a girl running through a field, light bulbs, and a whole collection of interestingly bent forks.]

[Anyone who cares to watch will notice Pino, dressed today in just her overalls, coming and going several times over the next hour or so, adding things to the piles until there's a suitable amount of junk. Finally, Pino seems to be satisfied as she sets a small stone desk gargoyle in among the piles. She grins brightly and nods to herself.]

Yes! This way Pino won't have to leave anything behind!

[She starts hopping around the piles.] Four hundred rabbits, then Pino will go back! One rabbit, two rabbits, three rabbits...

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Thankfully Crowley can just stop breathing, because that's a really, really awful smell.]

[...he really hopes it's not going to cling to him if he stands around too long.]

This is all yours?

[usagipino]

Mm! Pino found them!

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[under his breath] In a dumpster, by the look of it.

And the...that? [he gestures vaguely toward the tentacle]

[usagipino]

Hm? That? [She hops over to the tentacle and lifts one end of it.] Pino found this too!

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

[Mag watches Pino work for a while, then drops from the Plane and reappears a short time later holding a perfumed handkerchief to her nose and mouth.]

Rabbits?

[usagipino]

Four hundred rabbits! Vince says that's the Rabbit's real name.

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

I...see. [lies]

Your name is Pino?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master is trying to find a way to say 'what the hell' that's appropriate to his airing hour. At least he has a respiratory bypass system so he doesn't have to breathe this stench]

In the name of Omega's fall, what are you doing?

[usagipino]

There isn't enough room on the Rabbit for everything. So Pino will keep them here!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

And what if people steal things?

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

Wow! Where'd you get all this?

Is that a metal head?

[usagipino]

Heee! Pino found it all! The dome throws everything away.

[guywaboomerang.livejournal.com]

This is trash?

What does the good stuff look like?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Watching. From a safe distance, of course because that shit smells NASTY]

[usagipino]

Four rabbits! Five rabbits! Six rabbits! [She starts hopping closer to him.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Steps out of the way]

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, you're building quite the collection of interesting things, Pino.

[usagipino]

Hee! Pino likes them! [She keeps counting, hopping with every rabbit.]

[madamemoiselle]

What is the smelly one, though? That one doesn't seem as nice a thing to play with.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla doesn't have to breathe, but she has an excellent sense of smell and can't resist wandering over to investigate the stench. Unusually, she seems entranced rather than disgusted.]

What a beautiful mess. It smells like death.

[usagipino]

[Pauses in her counting.] Hm? What does death smell like?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Like Frankincense and sugared plums.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

[djslkasfnkskd] Pino? What are you doing?

[usagipino]

Pino is collecting! There isn't enough room on the Rabbit for everything.

[extutela.livejournal.com]

Why is one of the things you're collecting a... rotting... tentacle.