one of the onigiri has spiderellos in it

[letsplayer]

  Who: Marla and YOU
What: Just hanging out, really, more specific prompt ideas in text
When: May 4-10
Where: all around the station + annex
Warnings: none at the moment
Why: lol IDK

[Most mornings, Marla is in the hot tub. That's before she heads on over to the library, where she usually reads up on various biology and tech books... or dumb fantasy shit. On May 9th, specifically, she's caught up in one of the chairs, intently reading a book by someone named Travis Tea.

Then she makes her way over to the kitchen and all hell breaks loose.

Oh no, she's perfectly good at cooking. It just always looks mildly terrifying despite tasting fine. Maybe it was the slightly cracked omurice with the dick drawn on in ketchup, the words "EAT ME" enthusiastically squirted on top. Maybe it's the burger she makes that's the size of a small child. Maybe it's just the brownies that look perfectly normal, but just seem suspicious. Maybe it's the meatloaf, which is absolutely fucking terrifying to literally everyone who's never seen a meatloaf before in their lives. Maybe it's the pancakes that have those opera gummies embedded in them. Maybe it's the slightly discolored rice balls (which is what happens when you don't have the right kind of vinegar) that contain a veritable Russian roulette of fillings.

She tends to use her culinary powers for evil rather than good, is what I'm saying.

Except for that one time she made perfectly normal chocolate peanut butter chip pancakes and everything was fine.

Afternoons, she usually hangs out in the stables, checking out everyone's various critters, unless she's on the viewing deck where she's playing with her Pokemon. That is, until one day where she's just not there, but she will be the next. If she's not there, then she'll often be in the greenhouse, checking up on the goldfish in the pond and tossing them a few crumbs of food every now and again. 

Several days later, she can be found in the common area, throwing plushies at her Pokemons' heads (a box on the table reads "STDs Deluxe 12-Pack") and flipping through a black leather photo album. She looks plain confused in some instances of the latter...when she's not sniffling.]

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hot tub

[dubiouslychthonic]

[The morning of the 5th, Jetshard comes into the hot tub's room only a little after Marla does. The troll's already changed into a black one-piece, although she grabs a towel from the table by the door as she comes in; her glasses are off, but when she sees someone else is already in here, she opens her sylladex's fetch modus in a brief flurry of semiphysical cards and retrieves her usual pair, the ones with green tinted lenses.]

Morning. Mind if I join you?

[letsplayer]

[ She has like a bajillion siblings, she's used to sharing things. ]

Go right ahead.

[ Not even questioning the sylladex; her own world has fuckin hammerspace pet carriers. This is also not the first time she's seen a troll, even if her and Porrim were never terribly close. ]

[dubiouslychthonic]

Thanks.

[Jetshard chooses a spot that puts her well out of arm's reach for either of them. She sinks into the water with a faint sigh, coming to rest with her arms stretched out along the rim of the pool, and then looks over at Marla again.]

Sorry, don't think we've met? I'm Jetshard.

[letsplayer]

Marla Celestia Fucknugget Astrophyllite Sanzashi.

[ There's a certain liberation in saying the whole thing out loud. ]

...okay, that's not my legal name, except for the parts that are. I just sorta. Improved it.

[dubiouslychthonic]

Honestly, you could have told me the whole thing was official and I'd likely have believed you. It's outlandish, but from my perspective most people's names are, around here. Which parts do you like to be called by?

[She has no objection to following other people's leads as to what the proper forms of address are, most of the time, but in this case she's really hoping that the answer isn't "Fucknugget."]

[letsplayer]

Pick anything you want except the Celestia part.

[ So "Fucknugget" is a viable answer here, but not the only one. ]

[dubiouslychthonic]

[A narrow smile. Ironically, "Celestia" is the only part that really rings to her ears as an adult name, but she'll go with what seems to be one of the major patterns in human names and just use the first one.] Marla, then. Nice to meet you.

[letsplayer]

Excellent.

[ Look, she's an adult if she feels like it. Which is about half the time. ]

Sounds weird, but it's honestly been a long time since I found any trolls, like, anywhere. Which is weird, since I've been through like three iterations of some kind of shitty people-kidnapping universe.

[dubiouslychthonic]

[That gets Jetshard's attention.] You're the first person I've met here who's even heard of my species.

[letsplayer]

There was a girl back in the first universe I'd been to. We didn't talk much, but she'd hang around the same textile workshop I did? The village was kinda small.

She also wore a lot of green? For some reason.

[dubiouslychthonic]

Probably either oliveblooded or jadeblooded, or a lowblood with a quadrantmate in that range. Do you remember if her eyes were colored yet?

[letsplayer]

They were green.

Kinda... really super green? Like, shit. I think you were right about the jade thing.

[dubiouslychthonic]

[She nods.] I'm not surprised. Most jadebloods are much more given to dressing to their blood than I am.

[letsplayer]

Okay, the way you put it makes it sound like they're literally dyeing their clothes in their own blood. Which sounds metal as fuck.

[dubiouslychthonic]

A few of the particularly insufferable sort of traditionalist might. Most folks make do with synthetic dyes, and most folks who use hemopigment-based dyes are sourcing it from other people.

[letsplayer]

Wait, what, like bathing in the blood of your enemies? Except with clothes.

[dubiouslychthonic]

Clothing, home decor, art supplies... [Jetshard shrugs.] Honestly, it's a wonder the empire doesn't have a greater problem with blood-borne disease than we do.

[letsplayer]

[ She lets herself sink into the hot water more, letting her gem fully submerge. ]

...maybe troll AIDS just. Doesn't exist.

[dubiouslychthonic]

We've got a number of serious diseases that are spread by blood contact, but I can't say I'm familiar with "AIDS"?

[letsplayer]

...it's a virus you can get by coming into contact with the wrong person's bodily fluids? And then like, it slowly breaks down your immune system until years later you end up dying from a cold or some weaksauce shit like that.

Yeah, it's kind of a problem.

[dubiouslychthonic]

I don't believe we have that specific one, no.