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Mark groaned. Man, what WAS that s**t? He pulled himself up and wondered how many drinks he'd had this time. He felt another body next to his and chalked up his headache to a late night round of sex. He finally stopped rubbing at his eyes and glanced up.

"HOLY s**t!" He yelped, grabbing onto Jean and using him as a meat shield. He had hardly registered who was beside him. "What the Hell? Man, I got into another fur convention didn't I? Too much to drink..." He waved the dog-man away with his hand as if to shoo him. "Listen buddy, I ain't up for that s**t... unless it comes with a good price."

Now to his meat shield. Mark glanced at the boy, who he had pulled into his lap. The kid? What was he doing here? So that wasn't a ******** up dream? "Uh... hey...." What was his name? The only normal word the man had gathered from the kid was 'Roger' so he stuck with that. "Roger, what the Hell are you doing here?"

He gazed over dully taking in everything. "Rigatoni's here too? s**t, we musta done some heavy drinking." He shrugged and dropped his hand from the boy's arm and stared at the dog eared person. "Mind telling us where we are? I got class tomorrow... if I feel like it."

"Twin.. what?" Jean's fluffy locks fell into his face, not that it mattered much. "Space... ship.. OOOH!" he smiled, suddenly becoming chipper again. He looked around, eyes drifting quickly from one feature to annother. He seemed... oddly content with the situation, as if now he was expecting it. "You must be Trisic! Geondar told me you'd be contacting me... This layout seems a bit extreme, doesn't it? That costume must have cost you an arm and a leg!"
... Perhaps it would be smarter if he just stopped talking...

Steve blinked a few times. “You guys are weird.” He grumbled. “I don’t want to have sex with you dumbasses, I’m grieving over my boyfr-best friend’s death. I’m just here to tell you idiots that the two fricken necklaces you’re wearing are going to turn into children in a couple of days.”

About this time Jericho was noticing a that he had on a necklace that was rather…odd. Two smooth round marbles with small bumps on them…….great. He was wearing a boob necklace. And apparently ******** a** as the case may be-had a bigger pair with lower nipples.

Rolling his eyes, Steve hoped someone would come to relieve him of this stupid job. He had places to be, things to do, etc. And it was at that point that Feejhu-the lovely teen with her smooth white Greek dress-poked her upper half in to the other room. “Daddy, Mother seent mee to infuhrm jhoo thaht vee haff arrived aht their destination und cahn saynd zeem hoom.”

Mark was also blantly confused. He had yet to notice his new necklace. He was more focused on the chick that had just walked in. His head was spinning. If the guy didn't want sex in that out fit of his what DID he want? He wrapped his arms tighter around Jean and shuddered. He'd walked in some S&M stuff once... He decided that wasn't his thing. Though he had a few scars...

This guy didn't seem into that though. He wrinkled his nose at the talk of kids. He didn't like kids. Not in the least. They were noisy, smelly, and cost way too much. Plus, necklaces turning into kids? Maybe THIS guy was the drunk. His gaze slid over to Freejhu. A... plant chick? What the Hell was she talking in? Latin? Greek? He hardly knew Spanish let alone something else.

He swallowed hard, trying to make up a reason for this. He couldn't fathom they were actually telling the truth. At one point he edged closer to Rigatoni. At least they knew each other's names. Maybe not protection but still more comforting then the freaks walking around. Jean didn't seem the type that needed to be exposed to this hard stuff. Reminded him too much of his own best friend. A good friend with benefits... this kinda stuff... out on the street had taken him. He didn't know the kid well but... the likeness was still there. The need to protect him and maybe even Rigatoni.

He kept his voice impassive. "Listen, buddy... if you're done with ...whatever this is, we really need to get home..."

Jean was about to say something... but wasn't given the chance. He gave a little sigh and released Mark from the vice grip, hands shaking slightly, but not enough to draw much notice. "Did that just happen... Or are the fumes from the meth lab downstairs coming up through the floor boards...?" His voice was as awkward and confused as he looked. Being held this tight, he didn't mind... But those strange people.. The sudden lapse of time.. It was a bit unnerving, at best.

"Does what happen a lot...?" He stood up from the bed and reached high into the air. Having been in one position, his problematic shoulders had grown stiff. With soft CRAAACK in each joint, he again lowered his arms, folding them behind his back. "Well.. What we know is that aliens do exist... and somehow, they create children from... Jewelery replicating parts of human anatomy. I suppose all we can do is prepare for the worst and hope for the best."

Jean sighed quietly, turning away from his new room mates and mumbling something quietly to himself. He placed his delicate hands over his face, propping up his elbow with the other arm. Big breaths... Heeeee Huuuuuu. This will work itself out. I'll... I'll just take on extra shifts! But then when will I study? No. There are some things more important... I guess. His hand began to shake again, feeling the pressure much quicker then the other two. He took in annother deep breath and exhaled slowly. He lowered his hand and held it behind his back as he turned to face the others. "Everything will be alright. Just you wait and see. You both relax. I'll go see about annother mattress..." Quickly, he turned to run out the door.
THWACK.
He crashed into the wall and immediately brought his hands to his nose. He took a few steps back and continued out the door. Well at least that'd explain the tears in his eyes?

Jericho blinked a few times and grinned, getting himself a larger part of the mattress and half passing out. Sure, he was a bit concerned about freaky boy, but he’d rather have his nap just then. The bed was all his for the moment. Let Jean and Devilman sort it out. He’d grab himself a nap and hit his bank account when he woke up, just in case the necklace did turn into kids. Being loaded was a nice thing. A very, very nice thing.