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phantasmalrift2018-05-08 01:48 pm
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one of the onigiri has spiderellos in it
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.]
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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You wanna see the others?
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What are they like?
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It's raspberry jam. ]
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When I was a little kid, whenever they translated anime for Unovan kids they'd always call rice balls jelly donuts for some reason? And I remember staring at the screen and just thinking-
They're fucking liars.
They don't even look alike.
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[ Look, Unova's pretty diverse, they probably have Asian grocery stores there. ]
But for the most part, no.
More importantly, they assumed kids were stupid.
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Anyway, the jelly...honestly, I don't know what I was thinking besides a dumb joke.
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[ Yeah, ain't that depressing. ]
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[What is she to say to that? Denying that would sound empty and facetious; Mai of all people knows the feeling. Still, she silently shakes her head.]
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[ She forces out a weak smile. ]
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[ She shrugs, then turns back to the food she was working on. ]
Most days I just... I dunno. I didn't really like when I was drafted into some random monster-fighting shit back in the last universe.
So I just dick around.
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At least the rock place had showers.
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Just imagine as many rocks of different colors and minerals as you can, except they're all sexy warrior woman rocks. Or occasionally just cute girl rocks.
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[She's mulling this over, clearly, but she doesn't seem to be reacting at all.]
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