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Log 012 Girl Bonding; The Absent Minded Professor Quest
Topic Started: Jul 11 2011, 12:31 AM (330 Views)
Lishka
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Log 012 Girl Bonding.
Time: 13:21
Location: Heaven's Mall


“So I keep telling him 'Daaaaaaaad, you keep forgetting!!! And I know we aren't alive anymore but seriously, it isn't that hard!!!”

Lishka was half listening to the blue-haired woman across the metal table in the middle of the busy food court. Her ears were focused on the girl, who was too busy flailing her arms about and thinking about her own dilemma that the Tuffle glanced around the food court, watching the people. Who knew that Heaven had such a wonderful mall, with every single store imaginable. I guess for good-hearted shopoholics, this was their nirvana. Bulma kept going on about her father, complaining on how he forgot about today, which was her “Death day”. It's like a birthday... but the complete opposite. Lishka looked over the woman, looking like she was sympathetic, but she wasn't the type to “care” in this sort of manner. But when Bulma looked away or carried on, the roll of the eyes or a slow sigh, wondering how in the name of kais how she got into the predicament.

Dr. Brief's Lab
Heaven


“Ugh, what happened last night?”

The Tuffle's stomach was killing her. Arms wrapped around her midsection as she doubled over in pain, groaning at the experience, while the older doctor chuckled at his female counterpart's expense and placed down a glass of gingerale and some bread.

“It seems you have ate something bad? Could be a side effect from that concoction you made last night?”

“Yeah, that was strange. I was in.... an odd mood then. After I punched the wall, I don't remember what happened. Care to fill in the blanks?”

“Oh! Uhm, let's see. You punched the wall, started blabbering strange and off the wall hypotheses about genetics and the idea of Tuffle regeneration, that led to the engineering hypotheses, which led you to start sketching out a ton of, and excuse my French, half-assed blueprints. When I hid the rest of the blank blueprint from you, you got huffy, went into the microbiology lab, and began to write on the walls.”

“Wait... I wrote on the wall?”

He gave her a nod, and on that note, she stood up and shot out the door of the engineering lab, down the hall, and and into the other lab, her eyes going wide to the work she has done on the walls. She moved closer to the walls, running her fingers over the strange symbols that were scribbled and the numbers. It looked like she was writing in a strange language, comprised of number and symbols. It was unique indeed. She scratched a bit of the ink off, and rubbed it between her index and thumb.

Marker? We have markers up here?

A soft smile shown through at her own thoughts, before she returned back to the lab where she left a confused Dr. Briefs, sat back down, crossed her legs, and nodded.

“Continue, please.”

“Oh! Well, let's see. After you wrote on the walls, you sat there, cried a little bit, then stood up, ran up and down the hallways, through each of the labs and side rooms, digging through the filing cabinets and looking everywhere for something, before you found the perfect vial, stopper, and carrying case. You ran back into the microbiology lab, took forever in slowly pouring that blue substance, whatever you made and injected yourself corked it, and placed it in the case over there.” He pointed at it and pushed his large glasses onto his forehead. “Then you proceeded to take Scratch from my shoulder here, dance around with him, then put him back gently, ran a another lap through all the labs, before passing out on the table here. It was a shame I didn't record it.”

“Huh.” Did she really do all of this?! It was quite out of character for someone like her to do anything of to sort, when on some strange drug..... it was bound to happen. Right? She inhaled slowly and went over to the case, flicked the latches away and opened it up. The glow lit up her face as she looked down at the vial tucked nicely away in the foam lining of the briefcase, looking cozy in its new home. A soft smile played on her face as she heard the communicator for Dr. Briefs go off behind her. She heard him pick it up and answer.

“Hello? Oh hello dear Bulma... Oh! Oh, calm down! Calm down!! What's the matter? What did I forget?” He paused for a moment. “I took my vitamins this morning, did I forget to turn the lights off at home?”

Lishka could hear the woman yell at her father through the phone. She couldn't make heads or tails of what she was going on about, but she heard the high-pitched noise through the phone that even Dr. Briefs had to hold away from his ear.

“Is she always like this?”

He nodded, and sighed.

“Bulma... Bulma darling! Tell me what's wrong?! …. Well, alright, I'll call you back when I find out what I forgot. Love you, bye.”

He sighed as he hung up the phone, looking to Lishka.

“Why are you women so difficult?”

She looked over at him and quirked a brow as she shut the case, locking it slowly, latch by latch.

“Us women? Believe me when I say this sir, but I am not like most women.”

“I understand that Dr. Toft... but my daughter, she never makes sense.”

“Maybe because you don't listen to her!”

“But I do! I listen to everything she says... just things slip from my mind easily. Could you please go to her, as a friend, and see what could be bothering her?”

“As a friend?” That was new concept to Lishka. This was the girl who barely had friends outside of her family and her family's friends. Actually, she had about a group of four people she ever hung out with throughout her childhood. Conrad Barton, Ulena Crowe, Vasela Freez, and Jayne Credalene. Those four were friends out of strange circumstances, through their own quiet, introverted personalities drew them to one another. Lishka blinked confused.

“What am I to do?”

“Just meet her up at the mall, and spend time with her. Listen to her and be there for her. When she mentions that whatever I forgot, please send me an electronic confirmation and I want to settle this as soon as I can. Could you please do this?”

“Fine, I suppose. It'll change pace of this area, that's for certain.”


And here I am, letting this girl complain, complain complain. Does she know anything else? Any other sort of conversation at all.

Finally, Bulma excused herself to run to the little lady's room. While she was gone, Lishka typed out quickly into her communicator to send to Dr. Briefs:

You forgot her Deathday, and it's today.

Almost immediately, as if he was waiting for the reply, he sent one back:

OH!! That's right! Thank you so much. Stall her for a bit, and get her here about six tonight. We'll have a party.

The Tuffle couldn't help but the groan at the idea of a party. They were so awkward for the most part. She typically stayed against the wall, sipping away at her drink while she watched everyone else having a grand ol' time. She on the other hand couldn't help but to stare at the clock, hoping time would go by faster, or that she could come up with a great, logical excuse to get her out of there. Even one time she was getting eyed down by this large Brutii man who wanted some Tuffle love apparently, and she had to make of the excuse of she “left her oven on” to get out of that one. Oh! That was another reason why she hated parties so... the opposite sex was so... what's the proper word in this case? Willing, would work here. She had to stay away from the all, and parties weren't going to help either. Hell, she didn't even have anything to wear.

Bulma returned and in a chirpy mood she grabbed her Tuffle companion and started to drag her store to store, to try on various outfits and whatnot. Apparently one of those shopoholics that Lishka mentioned before was Bulma. The blue haired human even pushed the mousey doctor to push to play dress up with her. In the end, the doctor was persuaded into buying a great deep red off the shoulder slinky dress, while Bulma bought a green dress similar in style.

They continued this ritual that Lishka learned was the “self-esteem booster” type, where they both got their nails done and their hair fixed. While getting her nails done, Lishka realized this. She could see Bulma get happier and happier and her mood lighten completely as she was tended to hand and foot (literally), having her nails painted out in a French Manicure design. Lishka herself decided to stay with nude colors, having her nails painted in a peach color. When they went to get their hair done, Bulma's short hair had semi-permament darker blue streaks placed into it, and really done up. With Lishka, those raven black locks were curled and tossed up in a messy manner, really showing off her shoulders.

“Look at you doctor, becoming a sexy vixen.”

“Me, a sexy vixen?” Lishka couldn't help but to giggle at the notion. Her and sexy never added together in her book.

“What? I totally think you can. You are a beautiful woman, Lishka. I hope you don't mind the informalities, but as a girlfriend, you have the right to be told so.” Bulma nodded, laughing. “You have a quiet grace to you that's rare in a woman, and I have heard that men adore. How come no suitors?”

“Suitors?” Lishka could feel the heat rise to her cheeks as she looked down at her freshly painted nails. “I mean, typically I either run away from them or I run them off. Or they become work partners.” She felt herself redden a bit more, and Bulma just giggled at her new friend.

“Wow. That's shame, to let a catch like you escape. Oh well, just wasn't meant to be, huh?”

“How did you and Vegeta get along so well?”

“We didn't! We butted heads enough that we just fell in love that way!”

All the female doctor could was blink. That was a new concept to her. They finished getting themselves pretty. Lishka found out some way to get Bulma to change into her new dress, and got persuaded into it as well. Shoe shopping was involved somewhere along the way, and strappy heels were applied to both of the women, and with their faces done up like dolls, they were ready to great the day.

And Dr. Brief's party.

Lishka held her tongue enough as they made their way back to the Briefs residence, where all the lights were off inside.

“Odd, Daddy doesn't usually do lights out until midnight. This is so weird.”

She was oblivious to the fact that her father knew and as they stepped into the dark house, and when she flipped on the lights and everyone that she knew was there to yell “SURPRISE!!!!” Well, she was surprised. She was laughing it all off, having a good time strolling in and enjoying everyone's presence. Lishka smiled sweetly to her as she slipped into the background, finding comfort of the wall behind her as she snuck her way into the kitchen. She stepped into the area and met up with Dr. Brief's, smiling at him.

“Oh! Dr. Toft! You look lovely! How strange to see you out of a lab coat or a gi.” He chuckled as he looked to the cake on the counter. “What do you think? Will she like it?”

The female doctor glanced over to the cake, inspecting the buttercream icing. “Happy Deathday Bulma!” Was written across the sheet of cake in a light blue color, a beach scene decorating the top. A smile spread across her lips as she looked up at the older gentleman.

“It looks lovely, great work on getting everything in order on time.”

“All thanks to you my dear. Thank you for trying to get me out of that jam. She knows I am so forgetful, but she is always so hard for me. I bet the time together helped you out too, no?”

She nodded, and began to place some candles around the edge.

“Well, let's go get this party rolling!!! We need ot see what your dance moves are like!”

“Oh no.... Me? Dancing?! You are funny....”

“I didn't see myself a comedian....”

Dr. Briefs scooped the cake into his hands and began to head out the kitchen, while Lishka lit the candles. The two were greeted with cheers and “Happy Deathdays” as Bulma loved her surprise more than anyone could believe. Lishka was just happy to see the woman happy, really. She knew that if Bulma was calm and happy, that everything would be fine. Or at least she hoped. For now, at least. Lishka stayed close to the walls for the remainder of the party, talking to people whoever approached her, smiling sweetly at them and speaking as much as she needed to be spoken to, but didn't do much at all. It wasn't about her at all, it was about Bulma. And whenever it got deep into the night, she scooted out the door and back to the lab. She wanted to test out that new blue concoction she made the night before.

[4 days used (2 for the quest, 2 RP) // 2,282 Words]
Edited by Lishka, Jul 11 2011, 12:38 AM.
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Edited by Lishka, Jul 11 2011, 12:38 AM.
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