The Neinhaus

[devilstongue]

● WHO: The Mighty Nein & Vox Machina (V9) + Friends
● WHAT: House Catch-All 2021
● WHEN: Comment Headers
● WHERE: The Neinhaus + Voxhaus + Wizardhaus
● WARNINGS: Comment Headers



CATCH-ALLS

Neinhaus
🔥 Caleb 🔥
🌊 Fjord 🌊
🌙 Mollymauk 🌙
🍄 Caduceus 🍄
🤜🏽 Beauregard 🤛🏽
🧁 Jester 🧁
🏹 Veth 🏹

Wizardhaus
✨ Essek ✨
💎 Gilmore 💎
🔪 Vax'ildan 🔪

Voxhaus
🔫 Percy 🔫
🎇 Pike 🎇
🌳 Keyleth 🌳
🐻 Vex'ahlia 🐻



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[devilstongue]

[ Molly is a little tipsy and is tossing pebbles at the sign, but nobody can ignore a lady with green hair. He turns to her and gives her a smile and a slight shrug, gesturing to the sign. ]

No, I just... this isn't home, you know?

[ He could just talk to Caleb about it, but nobody said the tiefling was very smart, especially not after a couple of glasses. ]

[oomfies]

[ Oh, yikes. Lottie reels back a little at that, eyes shifting from him back to the sign one more time to actually read it (but, you know, with feeling). She can't even say anything because her mindset is of the same, she's just a bit surprised since the sparkly sign has been up for a while.

After a moment of swishing her drink around in her glass, like all the fancy people do, Lottie asks, ]

What would you call it then?

[devilstongue]

Just 'here' is good.

[ He shrugs a bit, and then drops the whole thing a little too quickly for a smile at Lottie and a quick once-over. Cute! ]

So what's your name? I don't think I've met you!

[oomfies]

[ Hmm. She won't say anything about the swift subject change - or that once over (this is mostly because she does one herself, for scientific curiosity, not because this guy has a pretty face and nice hair). Instead, she just takes an even sip of her drink, ]

We might've crossed paths? You know, with how many parties we have.

[ She says, like she even socializes at these parties outside of trips to where the snacks are. ]

But - I'm Lottie Person, and it's super nice to meet you. Feel free to just call me Lottie!

[devilstongue]

[ Hey, they're both good-looking people! What a coincidence!

Molly shrugs a bit at her point - they might have been in similar places, but that green would have drawn him in quickly. Maybe the other parties and such on the island had just been too big?

Either way, he's all smiles and a little tipsiness. ]

Mollymauk Tealeaf! Wonderful to meet you as well, and please call me Molly. All my friends do, and I'm sure we'll be friends.

[oomfies]

[ Lottie returns his smile, although her own is comparatively a bit more panicked (Mollymauk is a mouthful and is Tealeaf a moniker? Some type of fake name? She's confused and equally too scared to ask). It smooths out though when he insists they'll be friends, a more genuine tint to her lips. ]

Okay, Molly, what are we gonna do then?

[ You know, to cement the friendship (and, importantly, postpone the inevitable question of why she's here). ]

I just need to know if we're gonna play twenty questions or throw more rocks at your sign.

[devilstongue]

[ That's what happens when you let a panicked ringmaster choose your name for you when papers need to be filed! You get funny names.

Molly's amused by her slight awkwardness, wondering if it's nerves or something else. Even so, Lottie seems like fun and he's more than happy to ignore it for now. If she was here to rob them, then at least all they had was already out of the tables and free to take. ]

I think the stone tossing wasn't getting me anywhere, top be honest. I'd be delighted to play 20 questions, though. It's been a while.

[oomfies]

[ Wait. Really? Lottie gives a little gasp, ]

..Oh, alright! I'll go first.

[ There's a few curious moments where she looks around, taps her long nails against the rim of the glass as she thinks. Her eyes gloss over the furniture strewn about the garden, the open doorway to the kitchen and the people milling about. After a second, she finally turns back to Molly and says: ]

Okay, I got it. It's an.. [ Her lips pout, brows pinching because, what does she say again?? ] object. It's not alive, I mean.

[devilstongue]

[ The tiefling's tail swishes happily, because party games! New friend! (He's a little drunk!) ]

Oooh, okay. Is it made of rock?

[ He's not a well-educated person, so 'mineral' gets to be 'rock'. ]

[oomfies]

Is it??

[ She puts a finger to her lip, about to turn to look at her chosen object of the day but realizes (belatedly) that'd be helping him. Lottie ends up just staring at some random tree, trying to recall the mental image of it in her mind. And then - ]

No! It's made of plastic.

[devilstongue]

Plastic... that's the thing that looks like metal but is soft?

[ Molly has no reference for plastics. Damn fantasy worlds! ]

Is it small?

[oomfies]

[ ..Is this having a diabolical advantage in a way?? Him not knowing how to pick out plastic??? Lottie ponders over the Moral Implication™ of continuing this game knowing that as she replies. ]

Yes! It's small.

[ A pause. ]

I don't know if it looks like metal, though.. I guess I've never thought about it before? It's definitely shiny. And bendy, kinda.

[devilstongue]

It's certainly an advantage, but who knows? Maybe he can figure it out anyway.

[ Molly taps his lower lip, looking around a bit to see if he can figure out if she had inspiration from something. ]

Is it something we use every day?

[oomfies]

Yes.

[ Lottie jumps a little in her excitement, inadvertently shaking the cup in her hand. Luckily nothing splashes, but she does take a second to glance down and lookover for damage control before remembering - game, they're playing a game. And she needs to be inconspicuous - ]

Yeah! We use it all the time every day!

[devilstongue]

[ Unfortunately, Molly literally makes a living off of reading people, and he's got a bit of a clue. ]

Are we using it right now?

[oomfies]

[ Oh - hm. She points a finger at him, half-hearted because she's trying to figure whether she should give it up here or keep the charade up. In the end, that finger is drawn back, both hands almost protectively (curiously? Suspiciously?? She's all Over the Place™) covering her cup. ]

...Do you know what it is?

[devilstongue]

[ He just looks amused, smiling as he points at him and then seems to change her mind. Molly's tail flicks to point the very tip at the cup she's trying to cover. ]

Is that it?

[oomfies]

Well, I thought picking the jerky or that sign would be too, like, obvious.

[ This is said with all seriousness, because Lottie isn't a particularly creative person. ]

It was this or any of the other [ She says 'other' like there is more than one cup on the table with said jerky at any given time. ] cups here, by the way. I wanted to try something easy since, you know.. First round.

[ A pause. ]

...Was it easy? Or like regular easy?

[devilstongue]

It wasn't easy!

[ Molly lies, smoothly. He's all for making people happy, after all. ]

I would never have gotten it if you didn't tell me what plastic was, honestly.

[ He glances around and smiles a bit, turning back to her and crossing his arms. ]

Alright, I have one.

[oomfies]

[ He has one?? Already? Awesome!

...And then, approximately after ten seconds of silence, Lottie realizes she's actually supposed to say something (or, you know, ask a question preferably). She does a quick gloss around the yard and around the people, ]

Okay. Is it green?

[devilstongue]

[ Molly chuckles, shaking his head and having another swig of his drink. ]

Nope. Not green.

[ He could have gone with her hair, but that would have been far too easy. ]

[oomfies]

[ So, definitely not the grass. And for sure not her hair - she hums aloud. ]

Is it.. Alive?

[devilstongue]

It's not. It's an object.

[ He looks amused, watching her think and trying to follow along with her expressions to see if she can figure it out. ]

[oomfies]

[ Well... Fuck. There's ten billion objects here!! A finger taps at her cheek. ]

Is it round?

[devilstongue]

No, but it has a very specific shape.

[ He's doing his best to not jingle his horns teasingly, because that would give it away. ]