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asgardeventide2013-09-14 03:43 pm
tongue3y3s) wrote in asgardeventide2013-09-14 03:43 pm
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W31RD QU3ST1ON!
BUT DO3S 4NYON3 H4V3 4 T4RP 1 COULD US3
1 C4N P4Y FOR 1T
[Locked to trolls, minus Eridan (not sorry)]
[The video feed starts up, and she's sitting crosslegged on the floor of her room at Loki's Welcome Hall, looking somber. There are blood-blue bags arcing under her eyes, and if anyone looks down far enough to recognize the pattern of rainbow scalemates, it becomes fiercely apparent that she's not wearing pants.
If nothing else, she looks rather... worn.] Is anyone else having... problems?
-- Blarrr, stupid question! I can smell the tension in the air. It's disgusting! I originally thought that it was some kind of troll affliction, but it seems to be more widespread than that! [A pause, and then she appears to stare blankly past the camera.]
I received something, from the apple trees, that I think will be useful to more than just me. [Terezi turns, just enough so a recuperacoon comes into view. It's fat and a bluish-purple colour, bright green slime shining through the windows.] Anyone can use it if they need to, so long as they shower first. [Making a face, she sticks her tongue out at the thought of your nasty naked bodies filthying her slime.] And keep your fucking bulges where they belong, or I'll personally cut them off!
[If anyone asks her why she isn't just using it for herself, well. That would be kind of hard to explain. The problem is she's just too afraid to be alone with her lusus, with the violent urges growing progressively stronger and darker. She's been sleeping at Dave's apartment, trying to be alone with the egg as little as possible.]
Whatever you decide! Let me know. [And then the feed goes dead.]
BUT DO3S 4NYON3 H4V3 4 T4RP 1 COULD US3
1 C4N P4Y FOR 1T
[Locked to trolls, minus Eridan (not sorry)]
[The video feed starts up, and she's sitting crosslegged on the floor of her room at Loki's Welcome Hall, looking somber. There are blood-blue bags arcing under her eyes, and if anyone looks down far enough to recognize the pattern of rainbow scalemates, it becomes fiercely apparent that she's not wearing pants.
If nothing else, she looks rather... worn.] Is anyone else having... problems?
-- Blarrr, stupid question! I can smell the tension in the air. It's disgusting! I originally thought that it was some kind of troll affliction, but it seems to be more widespread than that! [A pause, and then she appears to stare blankly past the camera.]
I received something, from the apple trees, that I think will be useful to more than just me. [Terezi turns, just enough so a recuperacoon comes into view. It's fat and a bluish-purple colour, bright green slime shining through the windows.] Anyone can use it if they need to, so long as they shower first. [Making a face, she sticks her tongue out at the thought of your nasty naked bodies filthying her slime.] And keep your fucking bulges where they belong, or I'll personally cut them off!
[If anyone asks her why she isn't just using it for herself, well. That would be kind of hard to explain. The problem is she's just too afraid to be alone with her lusus, with the violent urges growing progressively stronger and darker. She's been sleeping at Dave's apartment, trying to be alone with the egg as little as possible.]
Whatever you decide! Let me know. [And then the feed goes dead.]
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He peers into it, curious but not going any closer. Slime. Trolls sleep in slime. Well, why the fuck not? ]
That's the messiest sleep aid I've ever heard of.
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[Dropping the tarp, she bounces over and dips her fingers into the slime, then grins at him.] Wanna feel it? You aren't a troll, but you might feel its effects anyway! [She lifts her green-coated fingers toward him, offering.]
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...better not.
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It's here if you change your mind, [she says, still sympathetic. (She can smell the tension on him. It'd be unnerving if she didn't know she smelled the exact same way.)]
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Thanks.
[ the word sounds awkward coming from his mouth directed at her ]
Need help with the tarp?
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