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[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

(Shortly after the events that transpired here.)

The back door's knob wobbles, turns, and is pushed open to reveal a large hulking brute standing on four rubber legs. The hell hound leans heavily against the door frame, and then half falls, half stumbles inside. The stumbling continues for several paces before gravity overrides the increasingly weak attempts to stay upright. Cerberus goes down on his chin amongst a clatter of chairs. Before too long he's up. And down again. And up on his elbows, all three right eyes squeezed firmly shut as he belly crawls towards the harth.




(OOC: Accepting tags until it falls off the page!)

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[lasthalfmile.livejournal.com]

Dan's near the fireplace when he sees the beast...crawling...or at least attempting to.

He's not about to offer help, but he will keep anybody else back and away from...whatever that is.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Dan is ignored or perhaps more accurately, goes unnoticed as Cerberus worms his way to the patch of floor between the couch and the fireplace where he keels over on to his side, glazed red eyes staring up at nothing, panting heavily.

[lasthalfmile.livejournal.com]

"Y'aint dying, are you?"

Hell if he can even talk.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

'm I?

Oh gods, is that what this is? She's killed him?!

[lasthalfmile.livejournal.com]

Dan moves and kneels near one of the beast's heads, hand reaching out slowly. Carefully.

He'd rather not lose it.

"Y'look okay," he assures.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Cerb stares sightlessly up at the hand for a moment. Hands.... He can have hands. Perhaps they'll help him get out of this?

"Gaah."

[lasthalfmile.livejournal.com]

Dan is startled back by the sudden fact that instead of the three headed beast thing...it's that kid he cut steak for.

"...the fuck."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

It's the tone That causes Cerb's eyes to snap open.

"Ididn'tdoit! I mean....what?"

O_O?

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Oh dear.

The clatter startles her and she blinks over the top of her book - something borrowed, water-warped at the edges, and quickly tossed to the side in favor of (quickly) making her way over when she realizes just what caused the clatter.

'Oh dear' seems like an accurate enough assessment, all things considered.

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

It will take some time for him to notice. His senses are currently preoccupied keeping a grasp on which way is up. When he finally does roll a set of eyes up at her, his shoulders visibly loosen.

'm I home?

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Not quite," she allows and, okay, lying down like that he's easy enough for her to reach properly - all careful fingers and concern - and she blinks worriedly, automatically rubbing along the bridge of the closest nose.

He doesn't look hurt, at least.

"What happened?"

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Oh look! The tenseness returns! As does the worming forward.

Shhh! Hide me. Dem-Dem....

He squints.

She's crazy!

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Um?"

She blinks, eyebrows beetling together for a moment, hands fluttering absently and rather ineffectively - she isn't precisely certain what to do with them and how, exactly, she is expected to hide him from -

"Dem-" a pause, head tilting. "Wait, the lady Demeter?"

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Yesh! 'm not here! You didn' shee me!

The slurring is not helped by the fact that he's currently got all three heads wedged under the couch. (raising if off the floor by a good foot and a half.) His hind paws paddle frantically in place.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Oh!"

Lethe still looks rather entirely startled and a great deal confused, but okay. Sure. She can handle this. Or, well, she really probably should because she's not sure if the couch can for very much longer.

"Of course you are not," she continues, voice quieter now, placating. "And she is not - not that I can tell, I mean. I am sure that she is not."

A smile, careful and encouraging, "You can come out, I promise."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

...

He stands up. With the couch on his heads. it pitches gently forward and lands on its side.


Shhhhhhhh!

[notascreensaver]

After years of traveling with Matrix and Frisket, the large, three-headed dog barely causes her to bat an eye. The fact that said dog is having obvious difficulty, though, is another matter entirely.

There's a scentless Game sprite making her way cautiously to Cerberus, offering a friendly hand.

"Hey, Pup, need some help?"

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Said hand swims in and out of focus as he stares at it for a few seconds. before the fact that he isn't smelling anything reaches him, that is.

"Whuff."

Go away, hand which does not exist. And make the room stop dancing while you're at it.

[notascreensaver]

Worries about the large canine being unfriendly vanish, and AndrAIa closes the remaining distance between the two and moves the steady Cerberus as best she can.

"Easy, Big Guy, let's get you going wherever you're going."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

'nvisible meatlings. mutters Cerberus to himself in a series of whisker twitches. Or perhaps it's a naiad. He isn't exactly sure. What with it not really being there and all. Regardless, he allows himself to be supported as he shuffles toward the fireplace.

[notascreensaver]

The two continue their slow procession toward the fireplace, AndrAIa absently petting the big, three-headed dog where she can.

"There we go, good dog. No biting the Game sprite."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Cerberus squints, the better to keep the path ahead from doubling on him. It is unfortunate then he pitches forward anyway, landing with a splat on a much smaller and singular face.

[notascreensaver]

For a moment she stares, dumbfounded, at the sight of the man sprawled on the floor.

The moment passes and AndrAIa crouches beside Cerberus, heaving him upright and ducking under one of his arms to support him.

"This'll make things easier. Come on, almost there."

[mycursedface]

[ooc:...ooh, Meda and Kore-Seph are going to KILL Demeter. Poor baby!

I'll tag when I, uh. Have a brain)

[mrmoneypenny.livejournal.com]

Well, isn't this a familiar sight.

First thought: OMGWTFBBQ I DUN WANNA DIE.

Second thought: huh, Cerberus doesn't look too well.

Villiers happens to be vaguely concerned, but exceptionally wary. First impressions, after all, tend to stick with you.