Owner	Pose
Scott Free	Moving Day! Well, it's not exactly the same thing for the Frees as it is for everyone else. They didn't have a household to move into, and it was very difficult to find someone who would take precious metals and gems in exchange for the currency of the realm. Had they a bit better knowledge of cost scales, Barda and Scott would have walked away with quite a bit more cash. But what they have suffices, and with their Mother Box hookinged into the primitive internet they were able to create passable fake IDs. Enough to rent a trailer. There had been some confusion about why they needed to rent a truck *and* trailer, and hooking the two up was just about shy of vaudeville. But they did it. A trip to the local youth ranch and they picked up everything they needed for the new house. TV, sofa, end tables, recliner-- absolutely none of it matches anything else and there is no sense of decor or theme pulling the place together. "Well we're making good progress here," Scott informs Barda. Pictures of random people and cheap watercolor artwork are nailed up on the wall (most of them tilted). A few boxes remain to be taken upstairs and dealt with. At least they don't have to worry about clothes. Mother does it for them, and Scott's escape suit has been modified into slacks, a green polo shirt with a white horizontal stripe over the chest, and comfortable lounge shoes. He looks in a mirror to check his hair so it has that comfortably average look to it. Blending!
Singularity	There's a flicker and a periwinkle flash in the air as nothingness forms to stars, and from the stars would pop Singularity. "Hello!" She would chime, her voice having a sing-song quality to it as she would have tracked Barda's location and arrived in a flash through the air sometime after. "It is a pleasure to see you!" Singularity is ever cheerful, and upon sighting Scot Free, she would flicker in a flash of periwinkle once more to arrive over at his side, "Hello, you are Scott Free? Forgive me if I am incorrect in that assumption!" Singularity having become more verbose over time and the words flowing easier. The starry-forged girl animated, flickering novas going across her body turning to small galaxies flashing about and spiraling over and over.
Big Barda	Barda stands in the new home, hands on hip, looking around proudly at all the pair had accomplished. "This is indistinguishable, I'm certain, from our neighours!" she says with a certainty matched only by inaccuracy. "Now all we need to do is register as a matching membership in a 'political party' and register in a nearby 'church' to go to to be seen as 'moral people'." She looks down at a sheaf of papers in her hands. "Science interests me, so I think we should go to the Church of Scientology." The relevant pamphlet is waved. "They offer a free personality test, even!" Turning to attend to the remaining boxes, Singularity's sudden arrival put that plan to rest. "Oh, the Singularity!" she enthuses. "Remember I told you about the star woman in Jupiter?" she says to Scott. "This is she."
Scott Free	Scott doesn't seem terribly startled at Singularity's presence, though he is pleasantly surprised. Mother has a way of informing people of incoming teleportations. "Ah! Yes, it's good to meet you," Scott tells Singularity, and lifts his open palm near his shoulder in a universal gesture of peaceful intent. "Barda mentioned you to me. Very fascinating! I've heard of things like you. A discreet intelligence collapsed into a recursive spacetime loop. Never met one myself. And yes, it is Scott," he reassurs her. "Is that what we're to call you? The Singularity?" he asks with a careful deference.
Singularity	Singularity would offer a hand over, "Thank you for having me here." The offer to come for dinner was open ended and the two were just finishing getting into their house, so that was close enough given the lack of a specific time commitment. "You may call me Singularity." She would chime, going to teleport up slightly so that she could offer her hand up to be shook if he took it. "I did find Jupiter very peaceful. It is always engaging to stare through the storms." She would, whether or not her hand was shook, hover in place. Still as if she were simply standing a foot or so up in the air.
Big Barda	"You and I must go to Jupiter sometime, Scott, though I would say it best we not invite our neighbours to come along. I think they would not survive." How thoughtful. "And Singularity, welcome to our new home. We've just moved in! We are working hard to blend in, though..." One of the boxes remaining is quickly opened and rummaged through. From it Barda pulls a meerschaum pipe. "Scott, if you wish to blend in you must smoke!" She shoves the stem of the pipe into Scott's mouth. "I'm not sure how it works yet, but I will work it out and we can then help you blend further in. It somehow involves smouldering matter, so ... perhaps one of the cleaning rags torn up and set alight?" Sitting down on the sofa, Barda pats the cushion beside her. "Come share our new 'sofa' with me, Scott!" she enthuses. "And Singularity can try our new 'armchair'." She frowns a bit at the latter item. "Though I don't see any attachment points for arms, so ... I don't understand how it's intended to be useful for more than sitting."
Scott Free	Scott shakes Singularity's hand with great enthusiasm and pomp, and almost no idea of how humans actually exchange that greeting. "Well welcome to our home, The Singularity," he bids her. "It's always nice to meet new sapients." He's about to continue when Barda advances on him with the pipe. The pipe's a surprise and he feebly fights off Barda but relents when she gets insistent about it. Scott checks himself in the mirror, biting on the stem and moving it from side to side. "Well it does look good," he concedes, and digs in his pockets. Ah! Some pocket lint. It's pushed into the pipe and tamped down with his thumb. A minor application of his willpower and it bursts into a cheery flame that rises from the cup. Scott puffs twice and makes a face. "This tastes -terrible-," he informs the women. He points at Singularity with one hand, then thinks better of it and points at her with the pipe stem. "Right? Is this right?" he mutters sidelong at Barda. He has seen men point with pipes. "I have seen this custom on the TV show, the 'father' figure takes the armchair, and the 'womenfolk' will enjoy the sofas. We've put reading material on the coffee table, but I regret we don't have any coffee yet," he apologizes. "So I guess it's just a regular table." Scott moves to the arm chair and tries to sit in it. Sitting turns into more of a controlled fall. He stamps his feet and jolts in alarm as the whole thing abruptly rocks backwards, but steadies himself quickly. "Oh, I see. That's quite ergonomic," he remarks. He spots the lever. "And what's this lever do?" The chairback unlocks and falls open hard and the footrest pops up as well. Scott tenses in wide-eyed alarm until he relaxes into the chair cushions properly. "Oh this is -very- ergonomic," he declares, staring at the ceiling. "I can't see the TV but I feel very.... relaxed."
Singularity	Singularity would smile, "Thank you for having me in your home." Her tone is bubbly over, joyful and sincere. Glancing over at the pipe thoughtfully, and then at the positioning of it. With some consideration she would simply teleport over next to Scott, hovering in midair. Then with a low giggle she would kick back, going to lean upwards as well to look at the ceiling. Considering it for a moment.. Then teleporting up to the ceiling and looking down at where she had been sitting. Then teleporting back over next to Scott. "So how are you learning to fit in?" Her own knowledge of humanity and sapience is mostly based upon her observation of heroes and their actions. So these sorts of sides to them are new to the anthropomorphized pocket galaxy as well, even if more figuratively.
Big Barda	"It has been uphill work," Barda says, proud of her command of idiom that's at least fifty years out of date. "But we are learning quickly. Did you see how Scott masterfully intuited pointing with the stem of the pipe? He is very sharp." Barda pats the sofa again. "And Scott is, of course correct. The Pater Familia sits in the armch..." Her train of thought derails as Scott's experiment with the armchair goes awry. "I think, Scott," she coughs, covering her mouth and turning away delicately, "that the function you've activated is intended for snu-snu." She looks across at Singularity then. "Snu-snu is code speech," she explains. "It means ... ah ..." A brief moment of panic. "... resting before going to work in the morning." Crisis averted with aplomb, she regains her composure. "So come sit next to me on our sofa and we will regale you with tales of normalcy an..." *DING DONG* Barda pauses, cranes her neck in the sofa to look out the window. "There are strange people here, Scott. And it looks like they've brought offerings. Have they already figured out what we are!?" A pleasant, middle-class couple stands on the veranda. Spotting Barda craning, the woman, a thirty-something, just-past-the-peak soccer mom type waves eagerly. "Welcome new neighbours! We're here as the community welcome wagon!"
Scott Free	It takes Scott a few seconds to figure out how to get out of the chair. In the end, he cheats and just levitates himself out of the chair by force of will, so he can land on his feet again. "Don't mind Barda, snu-snu means sex," Scott tells Singularity. "She means well but it's one of her little blind spots." Of course all of this is said in a normal tone of voice, door open, and he ambles over to the open door with a beaming smile. "Howdy, neighborinos!" he hails them. "It's just swell to meet you. I'm Scott, this is my wife Barda, and this--" he glances over his shoulder at Singularity. "And this is our home," he amends. He and Barda can fake it as humans but it's hard to explain away a sentient spacetime tesseract. "I'm sorry we don't have room for your wagon though, the truck's in the driveway," he explains, and gestures at the vehicle. The truck is; the trailer's sticking out into the street, and there are a lot of tire marks indicating that this was as good as it was gonna get.
Singularity	What exactly Snu-Snu is and the position of recliners is something that fortunately for the pocket star-girl will be unelaborated on. She would teleport over next to Barda and nod, "I see. So what do you do for a job?" She would query as Barda would go on about normalcy. "Okay!" Then the blue girl would teleport over to the sofa next to Barda, making sure to give enough space in case Scott would come down to sit. "So tell me what normalcy is like!" Her tone cheerful as she would speak in interest at hearing what could only be fun! Singularity quickly looks over at the new arrivals, having no concept that her presence is strange, "Hello! I am just welcoming them to their new home." Her entire demeanor completely un-offensive and she might just seem like a cheerful young child. If not for the whole sparkly glitter blue.
Big Barda	"Well, normalcy is a very hard job," Barda says as she stands to greet the guests. "We may have to use the universal excuse when we botch it: 'We're foreign'." At that she is beside Scott, giving the difference in height an unmistakeable comparison. The pair stare momentarily, slack-jawed, as the behemoth woman juts out her hand for a handshake. "And don't be silly Scott! We can make room for their wagon! I'll just move the truck and the trailer out of the way for them." She peers outside to the street, looking up and down. "I don't see it, however. Did you park it on the next street?" The question jolts the pair out of their almost hypnotized state. "Oh, no, that's just an expression! Welcome wagon. We're here to greet the newest members to our neighbourhood and bring a few gifts..." The man holds aloft a box. "...to help you settle in. I'm Jame de Mitte and this is my wife Janet. We're kitty-corner across from you, right down there..." Janet points on James' behalf. "...and the box has all those little things you can't find while unpacking: razor blades, shampoo, cleaning supplies, a few staples like sugar and flour, and a fruit basket. Oh, and of course the invitation for the weekend BBQ if you think you'd like to meet everybody this Saturday." Janet pipes up, adding, "I also threw in a couple of my famous pies. One apple. One cherry." At this Barda perks up with interest. "Oh, you are a cook as well? I am very interested in cooking. We should compare notes!" She casually lifts with one hand the box that James visibly strains with. "Please do come in. THis is Singularity. She's foreign." Because it wasn't obvious.