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[aigue]

Who: Renart
Broadcast: Text fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Post-shuffle

[Text]

[Renart does not want to be here. Sure, being out in space has to be a step up from that post-apocalyptic wasteland. Space is one of the few places she's never actually been to before, and since she's always wanted to she should be thrilled.

But there are important people back in that stupid wasteland. Ones that are liable to get into dangerous, possibly deadly situations without her there to keep them safe. She's hoping they've been pulled here too. Finding out is her main priority as she fiddles with her communicator, eventually figuring out how to send a quick message to the network at large.]

Since I happen to be completely mundane
Absolutely unremarkable
And entirely forgettable
Why don't you tell me about yourselves?

Where are you from? What is your home like?

I'll let you know when you can stop talking ฅ(^･ω･^ฅ)

[At the very least, maybe she can hunt down a few of them. Or people who know them.]

Oh, and does there happen to be a curated list of every individual who has been pulled here?


[Action]

[After she's demolished those pudding deserts and figured out how to get down to the actual planet she'll be doing just that in hopes of finding someone familiar. Thankfully no one seems to care too much about her ears and tail which means she doesn't bother hiding them - though, having to contend with such an affectionate civilization quickly wears thin and after several hours of searching she takes a break, making her way to the edge of the forests. For an animal Fairy Tale such as herself it's more relaxing, even if she doubts she's likely to find anyone important away from the hustle and bustle of the markets. Sadly, the friends she has in mind don't entirely share her preference for nature. They're all human, or were human, or are human-y. Not animals, basically.

Still, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself for a little while before she resumes searching. She'll keep her messenger bag (and her Story) close as she wanders through the trees, ears twitching in response to every subtle noise in the vicinity.]

Comments

[aigue]

Oh, I like crows
Well, I respect them
They're very clever animals

[feathery]

that is a huge fucking improvement over thinking im lunch
so im down with that even if im pretty sure the crow im made of was kind of a birdbrain

[aigue]

I do enjoy eating birds
But I think I can make an exception for crows
Chicken tastes much better, anyway, and is easier to come by

[feathery]

well theres plenty of chicken paste
dunno about actual chickens though
space chickens?
i cant tell what im eating half the time so there was probably a space chicken in there somewhere

[aigue]

I will take space chicken over chicken paste
Paste anything is not appealing

[feathery]

dude right
like im willing to at least contemplate eating anything
i thought about eating bugs a lot when we took a moon pitstop
my friend had to run interference
but even im offended by paste
some foods are just not meant to have the approximate consistency of chunky jello
its like you vomited up your lunch and now youre supposed to scarf it back down

[aigue]

[That is horrible mental image. Dear god, she needs to avoid the paste.]

There is nothing wrong with eating bugs

Is that our only option on the ships?
I know the planet has animals that can be hunted
What is there in the way of meat storage?

[feathery]

[Yeah... He grossed himself out with that mental image.]

i dunno it kind of freaks me out
i feel the same way about roadkill
and rats
but yeah the paste is the only real option on the ships
though if youve got enough upgrades theres shit like fake milk and fake eggs and all the kitchens have a fridge as far as i know
if anyones got more room than that they probably paid out of pocket

[aigue]

Rats were the only real thing to hunt in my previous settlement
Nothing wrong with them, either

It's all still fake? Nothing real?
Why does this keep happening (^´･益･｀^)

[feathery]

was there a surplus of fake pseudo foods in your wasteland
excluding the rats
were all those urban legends about twinkies and cockroaches true

[aigue]

Yes, sort of
Some of us could create any manner of food by believing in its existence
However, it wasn't the same as real food
And having to rely on others to avoid starving is unpleasant
It wasn't ideal
I would have been very happy to have cockroaches


I am not sure what a twinkie is

[feathery]

have you ever had cake before
do magic texting foxes eat cake or is it a hella long lifetime of normal not-900-year-old fox foods

[aigue]

[What kind of question is that even.]

Please
I am from France
I love all pâtisserie

[feathery]

ok then pretend up the fakest cake imaginable
also make it as american as possible lay the stereotypes on that shit
hostess made the box red white and blue for a reason
now fill its submarine shaped girth with the fakest frosting youve ever had and give it an infinite shelf life
and youve officially imagined a twinkie

[aigue]

[Oh dear god, that description.]

Congratulations, you have managed to make pastry sound offensive

I think I would still eat it, though

[feathery]

they deep fry them too
in case you needed extra american stereotypicalness
id say you should try one of those but who knows if theyve got that shit in space

[aigue]

If you ever find any you will have to let me know
I'll do the same, since you were kind enough to tell me about them

[feathery]

hell yeah
im davesprite btw
thats probably easier to remember than a string of numbers

[aigue]

Nice to meet you
I'm Renart

[feathery]

yeah likewise
im always down to complain about fleet distributed food

[aigue]

Excellent
It's always good to have something to complain about

[feathery]

exactly
and if the reality tv aspect is for real its not like atroma is gonna want to air anything slanderous
give em enough shit and they got less material
if that doesnt make complaining bonafide performance art i dunno what will

[aigue]

A very devious plan
That is, if it doesn't backfire by causing controversy
Any publicity is good publicity, after all

[feathery]

maybe we can cause enough to get the show canceled

[aigue]

That would be rather nice
And a great charitable act for everyone stuck on these ships