011 ✿ Video

[occulthymns]

[When the recording starts the bracelet's camera is focused on some kind of aquarium. It isn't completely filled with water and it has quite a few rocks and logs, some of which stick out above the water. On first glance the tank looks empty, but if one looks close they can see a little red claw crab sitting under a log inside.]

Does anyone know what kinds of things crabs do for fun? I'm keeping an eye on this guy for someone else, and I know I've got his food and home down but it looks kind of boring in there. Especially since he's all alone! Do they even make toys for crabs? He looks like he might break stuff with those claws....

Oh! And what kind of information do I need to give out to get a licence? I've never gotten one of these things before, so I'm not sure if I need to bring something or... what, really.

Comments

[occulthymns]

Even if there is that's no excuse to be exposing yourself to dangerous plants when you're a danger yourself! Haven't you ever heard of personal responsibility? [One of the bases of Witch society, so it's something she considers important.]

[samantha_grey]

Yeah, and I address it differently than you. [She reaches over for the chair in her room and brings it into view of the camera.]

See this chair? This chair is dangerous, and I don't mean in the generic 'oh I guess it could be used...' sort of way. I can tell you twenty different things that you can do with this chair that would turn your skin a paler shade of white than it already is. My kitchenette? It has bladed weapons all through them. We call them cooking utensils, and I call them torture implements. My spice rack? I know things you can do with Cinammon that could have a person gagging for a week and a half.

The only responsible thing I could do would be to kill myself, but that doesn't work on this rock anymore than it would have back home, so one day I decided to go about my business and figure out a way to deal with this shit, because I don't need magical plants to fuck someone's life up. My own two god-damned hands are just fine at that, thank you very much!

[She actually collapses at this point, head in her hands.]

Just shut up.

[occulthymns]

[Euri isn't impressed. When you come from a society in which every single member has the potential to boil someone from the inside out with their own blood or crush bone without removing it or otherwise permanently maim it's hard to be phased by talk of torture.]

All the more reason for you to be responsible, but I guess you aren't interested in that. [She's shutting the feed off, now.]