sixth whip | video | day 517, morning/afternoonish.

[herrin]

( it's fairly obvious to anyone who knows her that irene is not her usual serene self. she hasn't bothered with her hair today; it's down, rather than elegantly coiffed, and even her makeup seems a touch off (though by most standards, it's still something approaching perfect). still, is it any wonder? the last few days have been trying, and not just because of the war going on. finding out something personal about yourself is never fun, especially when it's the last thing you expect.

still, that's not why she's addressing everyone. after a moment of staring down the camera, she turns and points at the graffiti behind her. the end is coming. )

Somehow I consider this in rather bad taste. Don't you agree?

( her voice is mild, but the tightness in her lips and lines around her mouth probably betray her lack of amusement and actual distress at the writing. )

Actual war is bad enough, but psychological warfare just seems cruel at this point.

( and believe her, she knows all about cruel. )

( ooc: just an ic comment on graffiti that went on during the night. :) if your character is a member of city patrol, you might be able to tell her what is going on / who did it? )

Comments

[alternia_strength]

Gamzee was a disturbed troll. Let us leave it at that. Most could focus and harness their rage with greater... control.

[herrin]

We have plenty of the disturbed. Though perhaps in different ways.

[alternia_strength]

Mental instability takes on a variety of forms, rarely quite so brusque and idiotic as this. I blame the sopor slime frankly, but his lusus was always lax in explaining the dangers of actually eating it.

[herrin]

( uh.. what? she likes to consider herself intelligent, but she has to ask about this. )

Sopor slime? Lusus?

[alternia_strength]

Apologies. They are Alternian terms. [He struggled for a moment.] We are creatures with ties to insectoid life, I think is the term your species would use. So we are hatched from eggs and raised by a creature that is not our biological birth parent. That creature we call a lusus.

The slime is just what we sleep in at home, because it calms our nerves so we are not plagued by nightmares of blood and carnage until we are driven violently insane. Eating it rots one's thi.... brain. It made him incapable of handling his rage when he lost himself to it.

[herrin]

( a lusus is a nanny, then. a .. creature nanny. she'd have to assume that the slime would be some fetal liquid substitute that was useful for psychological health throughout one's lifetime. an interesting idea. )

Do you have the slime here?

[alternia_strength]

It isn't necessary, but one of our number went to considerable lengths to acquire it. There is a certain nostalgia in its usage, but the dreams do not plague us here, bespeaking a supernatural origin of some form.

[herrin]

Interesting.

( and she means it. )

It must be nice to escape them; certainly more convenient.

[alternia_strength]

Initially, I would have disagreed, but more because it was the only thing that i knew. As of now, I find it more or less agreeable not to have to worry as much. It is one thing off of my think-pan.