Day 032: Lip-tink Musings
Summary: Tink tries to intervene on Lip's funktastic rant, which leads them both down a very odd path.
Date: 06/30/2016
Related: None
Lip Tink 

Visitor's Residences - Mount Weather
This is a large, canverous room that has been converted into living quarters for the "rescued" Sky People. It has tall walls leading into arching buttresses, some of which are covered in warm tapestries from various historical periods. There are even a few pieces of artwork — all originals and not reproductions. Scattered throughout the room are little nooks of comfortable armchairs and tables, each of which have a small lamp that offers a warm glow. Bunkbeds have been assembled in this room, giving everyone their own bed complete with sheets, blankets, and soft pillows.
Day 32

Tink is sitting curled up on a chair in the Visitor's Residence, pouring over a book that Truman gave her, the Epic of Gilgamesh. The other inhibitants are off exploring their new home or hanging in the dining hall. Tink is looking for a little peace and quiet so she can read this book. The illuminated text gives vivid imagery of the story. She's just gotten to the part where Gilgamesh observes that Utnapishtim seems no different from himself, and asks him how he obtained his immortality. Utnapishtim explains that the gods decided to send a great flood. To save Utnapishtim the god Ea told him to build a boat. He gave him precise dimensions, and it was sealed with pitch and bitumen. His entire family went aboard together with his craftsmen and "all the animals of the field". A violent storm then arose which caused the terrified gods to retreat to the heavens. Tink is touching the picture of the storm, looking at wonder. They saw storms while on the ground…but the one depicted in this story, a storm that could flood the entire world is unreal, just like the rest of this story. Perhaps that's why Tink is so fascinated by it. She's never just read for pleasure before.


Lip Wylde, in all of his Royal Annoyingness, strides right into the residence dorms or whatever this big steel room with no escape hatches or windows or anything is called. He lets the door slam as much as it is able to behind him for complete and utter dramatic effect. His hands immediately go to his hips and he just looks as though he's going to be furious for the next nine hours. "You will never guess what just happened to me. You know why you'll never guess? Hmm? /DO YOU/?" Lip raises a finger into the air. "I'll tell you why you'll never guess because I'm not going to give you time to guess! That's right! Lip Wylde is mad as hell and he's not going to take it anymore!" Lip turns back to the door. "DO YOU HEAR ME?! I'M MAD! I'M SO MAD I'M FURIOSA! AND I DON'T EVEN GET THAT REFERENCE!" Lip finally spins back around to anyone that might actually be looking at him or paying him any attention at all. "So. As I was saying…" Lip pauses. "Wait. What was I saying? Don't help me!" Lip's finger lowers from its raised position to a much more calm and confused mid-range. He stands. He waits. He… shrugs? "Ah well. Must not've been important." And then he's smiling again. Crisis averted.

Tink looks up startled when the door slams and a raging Lip comes into the visitor quarters. She bites her bottom lip and tries to be sympathetic to whatever is bothering her fellow deliquent but then the storm passes, like in her book and Lip seems to be right as rain. Tink starts to laugh and then stops herself because her mom taught her it was mean to laugh at people. You laugh with them, not at them. Tink would love to laugh with him but she has no idea what point that Lip is trying to make. She closes her book and decides taking the chance to engage in conversation with Lip, "Hey…you okay Lip?" It's a start, an opening line to engage. Almost like a social experiment to see what happens when you invite the Lip to talk.

"Am I okay?" Lip almost seems confused at the fact that anybody even realized he was, y'know, around. Let alone the fact that people are actually asking him questions that actually require him to evaluate his state of being. "Eh. Unlikely. I'm pretty much going insane. Like, uh, I dunno. What would you call this?" Lip has somehow made it over to where Tink is and he's plopped down into a seat next to her and decided to toss his legs up over the side of whatever he's sitting on. There's a dramatic flair to this for some reason. "Mountain Fever! Yes! I have Mountain Fever!" Lip scratches at his neck. "I can't stand it here. Okay, that's a lie. I love it here. I really do. There's hot chicks that think I'm as repulsive as ever. The novelty of my loud and wacky outbursts have worn off so now everybody's kind of like: '… hey Lip'. And do you wanna' know the worst part?" Lip turns to look at Tink dramatically. "The cake is actually /good/ now. I don't want the cake to be good." Lip throws his hands up and looks as if he's about to cry. "THE CAKE IS A LIE, ZOD DAMMIT! A lie, I tell ya'!" And then, in almost the same damn breath, Lip flashes a big grin and crosses his hands over his knee. "But enough about me. How're you, Tink? Do you love me? I'm sorry, forget one of those questions. Answer the other. No, wait. Don't." Lip twitches. "… How're you, Tink? Nice lips." Lip slaps himself in the face. "Maybe I should just go." Lip starts to rise but Lip says, "Sit down!" to which Lip sits down, "Sitting!" Finally, Lip turns to Tink. Again. "You were saying?"

Tink is quiet, attentive and a semi-sympathetic ear as Lip starts to tell her about his 'issues' about being in Mount Weather. She watches him come and plop down next to her, and waffle between being happy and being miserable at this place. When he mentions that the 'chicks' find him repulsive, she just shakes her head, "Lip…people just don't know what to make of you." She pauses and then admits, "Half the time, I don't know what to make of you." Then he does some odd series of questioning that she can't seem to keep up with. Does she want to know the worst part? Does he want to know if she loves him? How is Tink? What was she saying? So many questions are thrown at her in rapid succession so she does what she always does when she's a little overwhelmed. She breaks it into pieces so she can address each question, "Yes…I would like to know the worst part Lip. I don't know if it's the same as mine but if you need to talk about it, I can listen." Yes, someone is actually offering to listen to Lip.

"Do you miss him? Stone? I miss Kai. She's like this amazing can of whoop ass that always knows what to do. And with our resident grumpie bastard taking some R&R…" Aka Cole is off the rails… "I don't have my usual suspects to give me my marching orders. And Reno…" She bites her bottom lip and flushes, "He's been great. Really, really great. But…I'm in this weird altered state of happy and torn in two. I'm trying to just take it as it goes but it's not easy." Then on to the next question, "And yes…I do love you Lip." OhmygodwhatamIsaying…need to clarify, "I love your spirit, your freedom of expression and that comedic timing that is either genius or just insane. I haven't really decided what it is yet." Down to question three, "I'm in…" She takes a breath and starts over, "Every time I close my eyes, I see the bodies of those grounders the four of us…" Cole, Jumar, Lark and herself… "Torched and I remember what it's like to be on fire." She pulls up her sleeves, "So I'm probably quietly going insane but Reno…Reno is trying to help. Mr. Cooper gave me a book to take my mind off stuff. I'm just wallowing and trying to figure things out." She looks at Lip to see if she got all the questions.

"Huh. You're smart. I like smart. I really like smart. I'm not smart. I'm not anything." Lip shrugs and leans back against his seat of whatever it is and plants his hands behind his head. "I'm cool with it. Somebody has to be the village, or I guess in this case Mountain, idiot, right? Lip Wylde, Mountain Idiot. Ooooh. I wonder if I can get business cards made. That would be pretty sweet." Lip shrugs once again and just kind of looks up at the ceiling.

"We're gonna' die in here. Me way before the rest of you, though, so don't worry." Lip shrugs. He's a shrugger. There's a lot to shrug about. "I used to think that when we were rescued or found or something that everything would be okay. That thins would turn out for the better. I used to think that by sheer force of optimistic bright side will that I could just talk to the Grounders and make them see reason. That I could just talk my way into and out of anything that I ever got myself into. But I realize now that my mouth is actually the worst part of me. No, really, I took a poll. My ass beats my mouth by a Stone sized margin. It's insane. I'll show you the charts later." Lip can't even stop himself from talking. It's the only thing he knows how to do. "It's the only thing I know how to do. And that… that's a fuckin' shame. Because no amount of talking is going to make your friends come back to life. No amount of saying bullshit until someone slaps me in the face for being myself is going to actually make any of this better. I absolutely, positively, undeniably have nothing to fucking offer you guys. And I understand that. And that's okay." Lip finally lowers his head back down to look at Tink.

"So here's what I want you to do. I dunno what's going on with this place. It's cool and all but I wanna' leave. Like bad. I'm going crazy in here. And if they won't let me leave, I'm going to find a way to leave. And it probably won't be pretty. And I probably won't be successful at it. In fact, I'll probably be shot before I even make it to the door. But I want you to tell everybody to just let whatever's going to happen to me… happen to me. I don't want anybody else getting hurt or detained or their cool books taken away because I'm being my usual stupid self."

Lip sighs. "Oh man. That would've sounded so much cooler if I was standing at the door and made a dramatic exit, right then. Fuckin' Hindsight!"

"Lip…I don't understand how you can think that you're dumb," Tink tells him with a shake of her head, "Or that you don't matter. You…" She pauses as she searches to find a point, "You…have this presence that folks can't ignore. And while some of the stuff you say doesn't make sense to me…other things do. And it wakes me up. Forces me to get out of my head so I can pay attention to what's going on." She gets sad when he mentions that he thinks he's going to die, "No…Lip…no. You're not going to die. Because I've lost too many…" Yes, Tink is of the mindset that lots of folks probably died out there that day but they just don't have the body count back yet, "And I don't want to lose you too. So even if you're not sure how you're going to survive all of this…know that I'm not willing to let any of us get left behind."

"Even if I have to put battery cables up to Cole and jolt him back to reality and tie Reno to my side, we are going to figure this out." Cause Tink isn't willing to roll over…not by a long shot, "And…I don't know where you fit in on all of this Lip but if something were to happen to you…" She chokes up cause she just feels that pixie rage stirring inside, "I'd flame…fricking blow your killer into the next realm with napalm and bullets." Yep, Tink is more than ready to go murder bot on all these mother fuckers if something happens to Lip or any of the others, "Cause as much as I hate to admit…you're part of the heart here. You make me laugh. You dumbstrike me with your verbal gymnastics and I just need that sometimes. To laugh. Cause I'm so darkside right now in my head it's not even funny. And the worst thing is that I can build almost anything to make the world fall to pieces. And that scares the fuck out of me cause I used to think that the world was freaking rainbows and unicorns. I lived in a god damn bubble and now that the bubble has broke, I realize that I'm a lot more fucking diesel than bubbles. Razor blades and acid don't have anything on what cooks in my head at night when I think about what I would do if…if anything happened to you or anyone here."

"So please…stay here…let me get my head on straight. Let Cole get his head on straight…give the 'smart' guys some down time so we can figure out what is up and down. If things go sideways, just know that I have your back…so don't go running into the fire because I'll have to follow and my arms can't take another blast or they might just burn completely away. And if these guys aren't on the level, yeah…we need to know. I just want to…understand what this place is."

"Disney World. It's fuckin' Disney World."

Lip shrugs a little bit and just seems to let everything that Tink just leveled at him go over his head. Or he was listening. Or he absorbed it all in like a sponge named bob that wears square pants. Whatever the case may actually be, Lip doesn't show any signs of paying attention ot listening ot even caring about what Tink is saying on his face. He's just been tapping his chin through the whole moment as if he were pondering the answer to her last statement before it was even said. Not that he can read where conversations or going or anything. That would be weird as fuck.

"I read about it. In a book. And don't look at me like that! I know it's hard to believe I can read but I'll have you know that fifty percent of all pornographic imagery stimulation is text and imagination! And I live for pronographic imagery stimulation!" Lip realizes he may be making the point about the wrong thing and gets back to his original words and thoughts.

"See, it's like this. In this Brave Screwed World we landed on, Mount Weather is this big fuckin' castle in the distance. And we made it here. Not exactly by choice but we made it. And we're inside. And there's happiness and cake and this girl I see in the dining hall every day with the hugest rack I've ever seen. I mean, holy shit, how does she walk around with those things. They are like out to here…" Lip stretches his hands out in front of him as far as they will go. And for a moment he's lost in a daydream about those boobies. You can tell from the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oh! Yeah, but um, we're getting everything we could ask for from a place that shouldn't be here. Not after what happened. Not after the Groundhogs. Not after, well, anything. This world is too fucked up for this place to exist let alone make any sense. But! There's cake. And any place with cake can't be bad, right? I mean, really, if the worst thing that's happening to us is that we can't go outside, is that really so bad? What's outside? Your friends' bodies? Groundhogs? Chaos? Murder? Those weird ass lookin' dear?" Lip shrugs. "Maybe we're supposed to just stay here. Maybe we're supposed to just sit here, eat cake, listen to music, stare at huge tits and die peacefully. I mean, honestly, what the fuck could possibly go wrong at the Happiest Place on Earth?"

"I don't know what could go wrong," Tink tells him truthfully because Reno is loving Disney World and it's not so bad to Tink either, "But it might. And yeah…death, murder and bullets are all on the outside and if I never have to kill someone again, that would be seriously cool." Cause there are times these days that Tink just really hates herself. She smiles big when he mentions that there's a Mount Weather girl that he has his eye on, "And the girl…the one with the fantastic rack. You should say hi…keep the basics. Just say hi and then let her talk." Tink knows that's a novel concept for Lip but maybe she should try on Ears for a while, "Get to know her. One of the things I like best about Reno is that he listens to me." There's a pause because Tink admits to herself she doesn't have the best game, "And whatever you do…don't just run up and kiss her. I tried that with Stone and it went epically wrong." Yeah, she still has nightmares about the day in the yard where she suffered total humiliation at Stone's 'I'm in love with Shi' kiss.

She reaches out and nudges Lip's shoulder, "You going to be okay?" And not run face first into bullets is left unsaid at this point.

"Me? I'm always okay. That's my curse." Lip takes a moment to be as dramatic as possible with Tink's hand on his shoulder. He reaches up to touch her hand and then jerks away. "We musn't. There's too much at stake!" He throws himself up into a standing position and twirls to start off in the direction of the door he slammed to get in here in the first place. "I swear, if any harm befalls Lady Racksalot, I shall fall upon thine sword and split thyself in twine! Do you hear me?! TWINE!"

The back of his hand goes to his head and he dramatic jogs towards those doors. "Hark! Here me now, Lady Tink! I am off! To pledge myself a thousand hearts and a thousand loves to thouest bosomy one! I say unto thee be well! And may the oddness be ever in your favor!" And with another spin, Lip runs… right into the door and slides down it in the most cartoonish manner reality can muster up.

"… right after this brief nap. Cuz ow." Annnnd he's out.

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