New(ish) Father Blues

[deadgirlslikeme]

Victor Brown (formerly Van Dort) looks a bit harried when he enters the Nexus -- or, perhaps more accurately, like he really needs a vacation. And about a full day's worth of sleep. He heads to a nearby plush sofa (apparently the place noted the darker-than-usual circles under his eyes and felt sorry for him) and collapses on it with a sigh. "Oh dear. . .does anyone have any tips on how to handle tantrums?" he asks, looking around with a grimace. "Because Chester. . .well, he's started getting grabby, and if you take whatever he's grabbed away from him, he just -- how do babies cry so loud?"

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[deadgirlslikeme]

[Victor is only too happy to hand it over -- in a safe way, mind] You're welcome. I'm sorry I couldn't get you anything live, but. . . [he shrugs] Alice might be better at that.

[palmerthing]

Didn't feel up to watching that, huh? I get it. *He opens the bag and eats a piece of nice fresh meat. His tongue is a little too long, his teeth and his fingernails a bit too sharp, but mostly he looks like a normal human eating very abnormal food.*

[deadgirlslikeme]

[he nods] It's why I could never have a pet like a snake.

[watching Palmer chow down is interesting -- everything looks relatively normal, then you get a better look at that tongue, or his teeth. . .it's just different enough to be unsettling] Good?

[palmerthing]

*He licks his lips with that too-long tongue.* Yeah, it's . . . it's good. *He looks a bit embarassed.* A lot better than it would be to a real human, I think. Real humans don't want their food still-living.

[deadgirlslikeme]

[Victor attempts to keep his face and voice deadpan, but can't help the smile tugging at his lips] Yes, I know. I may be kind of on the incredibly lanky side, but I am a real human.

[palmerthing]

*Palmer chuckles.* Sorry, thinking aloud. God, this is tasty . . . *Another bite of raw meat.*

[deadgirlslikeme]

Heh, it's fine. I'm just glad you like it so! And now we do know there's a place here that can get you what you need.

[palmerthing]

Yeah. Just need to be very careful about actually getting it.

[deadgirlslikeme]

[Victor snaps his fingers] I should have seen if they were willing to do some sort of 'drop-off' service. That would be for the best, right? Though -- do you have a place to live here?

[palmerthing]

Yeah, I found a place. Kinda in the middle of nowhere if you aren't looking for it, since staying around people seemed like a bit of a bad plan.

[deadgirlslikeme]

I see -- yes, that makes sense. But if you have an address -- delivery might be a thing? They could just leave it at the door for you to pick up after they were a safe distance away.

[palmerthing]

That sounds like a good idea, I'll look into it.

[deadgirlslikeme]

Glad to help in any way I can.

[palmerthing]

It is very much appreciated, man. Trust me.

[deadgirlslikeme]

[smiles] I just -- I remember how helpful people were to me when I was new. I like to pass it on, when I can.

[palmerthing]

You're doing well.

[deadgirlslikeme]

Thanks. [rocking on his heels in a rather Alice-like manner] Do you want me to call the rest of my family in now? Just so, you know, you have an idea of who they are?

[palmerthing]

What? Oh! Oh, yes. That would be very helpful, thank you.

[deadgirlslikeme]

All right, just give me a moment. . .

[Victor pulls out something that looks kind of like a pocket watch -- but given the fact he's typing in it, it's obviously not. A few minutes later, once communications are done, a few new people arrive on the scene -- along with one familiar face for Palmer. Marty raises a hand in greeting as he approaches] Hey. See you found my cousin around here.

[palmerthing]

Yup! He seems nice.

Good to meet everybody. I take it you all know about my situation, but just in case . . . please don't touch.

[clockwork_doc]

[an older gentleman, with longish white hair, brown eyes, and -- are those metal teeth? -- steps forward with a nod] Marty's informed us. . .and we all ended up watching the movie you're from recently, so it's very fresh in our minds. I'm Dr. Emmett Brown, "Doc" for short. You know Marty and Victor -- this is my daughter, Dee -- [he indicates a small brown-haired girl who offers up a wave] and my daughter-in-law, Alice, with her son, Chester. [Another brown-haired woman, with striking green eyes and a baby in her arms that looks quite a lot like Victor, nods in Palmer's direction]

[palmerthing]

*He smiles at the baby and the little girl, but still looks mildly spooked by the sheer fact of being outnumbered. All these people who know, he's not used to it yet.* Uh, hi. I'm Palmer, I guess. It's nice to meet you.

[deadgirlslikeme]

[Dee, chipper as always] Nice to meet you too! Sorry we can't come closer, but -- yeah.

[Victor gives him a look like he wishes he could give Palmer a comforting pat -- then remembers, "Oh wait, I sort of can!" A moment later, his body's flopped on the ground and Victor's ghostly body is beside Palmer, patting his shoulder]

[Marty blinks at that] Oh, uh -- didn't expect that to happen. [his eyes flick toward Victor's body, trying to hide his concern over it]

[palmerthing]

*Palmer smiles at him.* Thanks, man. I appreciate it. It's sort of intimidating to be around all these people who know at once. Didn't realize how weird it would feel to be, you know, outnumbered by humans.

[deadgirlslikeme]

[Victor nods] I didn't think about that either. . .but none of us are interested in attacking you.

[Alice, with a little nod of her own] Only if you ever intend to make a lunch out of Chester, and Marty has assured us that possibility is remote.