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maskormenacelogs2020-02-22 10:43 pm
bestest_ladle) wrote in maskormenacelogs2020-02-22 10:43 pm
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it's a beautiful day in the world and you are a horrible lilty
WHO: Meeth Crym and YOU
WHERE: out and ABOUT, mainly Jeopardy, also Jeopardy 004 HELLO HOUSEMATES
WHEN: The back half of February
WHAT: Meeth coming to grips with being on a new, slightly different Earth.
WARNINGS:
Jeopardy 004
[The government-issued housing was clearly not designed for people of her stature, but that's not going to stop Meeth from taking over the kitchen. She has her urn, which doubles as a handy stepstool. And a stepstool. And those big plastic mixing bowls in the cabinets? Also, stepstools--for getting around on the counter.
Could she pop into her human form to get around this issue? Yeah. But she's not going to. What she is going to do is keep up a running commentary as she works.]
Ugh! The fruits and veggies are all the wrong shapies! [She angrily chops some carrots. There's a lot going on here; onions are simmering, there's vegetables, and a marinade, and a whole rack of spices that she's carefully sampling.] And all these different spicies--WHY CAN'T I BE IMPRISONED ON A WORLD WITH NORMAL FOODIE?
[grump grump chop chop]
Oh well. Good thing I've already learned to improvisie.
Jeopardy - Out & About
[The sun here in Nevada is brutal. It would be for anyone unprepared, because it's a desert. But when your "hair" is actually plant tissue, and it's plant tissue adapted for a temperate environment, you get additional problems.
She's rolling around the sidewalks on her urn, running errands, but she can feel her hair starting to crisp. Instead of giving her a pleasant source of between-meals energy, she's starting to feel sick and headachey.]
Urg... I knew this place was no goodie... [She hooks her ladle into the arm of the nearest passerby when her urn goes into a dangerous wobble.] Eek! Watch outtie!
Other Cities
[Technically, Meeth isn't allowed free access to porters unless she registers. Meeth is not going to register. But that doesn't mean she's going to let anyone dictate where she goes and when, so. Where there's a will, there's a way... out of Jeopardy and into any other city.]
Hm... much better than all that sun and sandie. [She's marching around the city, but regardless of which one it is, she's noticeably jumpy. Years of living in monster-filled ruins replaced by totalitarian metropolis don't do a lot for one's sense of security, but they're great at making a body paranoid as hell. So when she hears a too-loud footstep behind her, she spins around, brandishing her ladle.]
Thought you could be sneakie?! You better get up earlier to get one over on Meeth!
WHERE: out and ABOUT, mainly Jeopardy, also Jeopardy 004 HELLO HOUSEMATES
WHEN: The back half of February
WHAT: Meeth coming to grips with being on a new, slightly different Earth.
WARNINGS:
Jeopardy 004
[The government-issued housing was clearly not designed for people of her stature, but that's not going to stop Meeth from taking over the kitchen. She has her urn, which doubles as a handy stepstool. And a stepstool. And those big plastic mixing bowls in the cabinets? Also, stepstools--for getting around on the counter.
Could she pop into her human form to get around this issue? Yeah. But she's not going to. What she is going to do is keep up a running commentary as she works.]
Ugh! The fruits and veggies are all the wrong shapies! [She angrily chops some carrots. There's a lot going on here; onions are simmering, there's vegetables, and a marinade, and a whole rack of spices that she's carefully sampling.] And all these different spicies--WHY CAN'T I BE IMPRISONED ON A WORLD WITH NORMAL FOODIE?
[grump grump chop chop]
Oh well. Good thing I've already learned to improvisie.
Jeopardy - Out & About
[The sun here in Nevada is brutal. It would be for anyone unprepared, because it's a desert. But when your "hair" is actually plant tissue, and it's plant tissue adapted for a temperate environment, you get additional problems.
She's rolling around the sidewalks on her urn, running errands, but she can feel her hair starting to crisp. Instead of giving her a pleasant source of between-meals energy, she's starting to feel sick and headachey.]
Urg... I knew this place was no goodie... [She hooks her ladle into the arm of the nearest passerby when her urn goes into a dangerous wobble.] Eek! Watch outtie!
Other Cities
[Technically, Meeth isn't allowed free access to porters unless she registers. Meeth is not going to register. But that doesn't mean she's going to let anyone dictate where she goes and when, so. Where there's a will, there's a way... out of Jeopardy and into any other city.]
Hm... much better than all that sun and sandie. [She's marching around the city, but regardless of which one it is, she's noticeably jumpy. Years of living in monster-filled ruins replaced by totalitarian metropolis don't do a lot for one's sense of security, but they're great at making a body paranoid as hell. So when she hears a too-loud footstep behind her, she spins around, brandishing her ladle.]
Thought you could be sneakie?! You better get up earlier to get one over on Meeth!