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reverielogs2018-05-28 09:17 pm
iustitia) wrote in reverielogs2018-05-28 09:17 pm
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» WHO? Terezi + OPEN
» WHEN? 5/28
» WHERE? mess hall, hallways
» WHAT? fixing the food replicators, chalk drawings on the walls
» WARNINGS? none
[MESS HALL]
[When Dave messaged Terezi about the SORD..... being stuck in a toilet, Terezi had been overcome with the looming feeling of dread that she was next. What stupid creation that she'd alchemized in her youth would come back to haunt her? The FOLLY OF H3R OWN HORR1FY1NGLY S1NC3R3 HUBR1S had a lot of unbelievably moronic skeletons in its closet.
So, when all she found was a package of chalk in her ablutionblock cabinet and a user manual for the food replicators under her nug cushion, she counted herself lucky. Things could have been so much worse. Thank you, shitty screaming space ghosts. Thank you for taking pity on her.
Manual: OPEN
Tools: ACQUIRED
Now she's in the mess hall, getting ready to throw down with one of these dodgy pieces of shit. She is here to fix replicators and chew bubblegum, and she doesn't have any bubblegum because the replicators are too fucked to make her any!!!
Too bad these instructions doesn't make any fucking sense.
She's pried the front panel open and set it aside, exposing its guts of wires and parts. Every tool Terezi could find, wheedle, or borrow is neatly laid out before her on a towel. She doesn't know what half of these are for or if they're even going to be useful, but better safe than sorry.
She takes a deep whiff of the innards of the machine, fixing the colors in her mind, and consults the manual. Unfortunately, it's like an automotive repair book: technically, it tells you everything you need to know about fixing your car. Unfortunately, you need to already know how to fix your car to get the most out of it. Double unfortunately, Terezi has never been elbow-deep in robo guts in her entire life.
This is going to be an Ordeal.
She takes another sniff at the replicators and in the most wondering, amazed voice, she says:]
I have... no idea what the fuck is happening in here.
[HALLWAYS]
[It's been such a long time since Terezi has had some good Alternian chalk. Sure, the fact that they're dyed with wiggler blood is pretty fucked up, but it lends a certain... je ne sais quois to the quality. The smoothness of the lines. The lack of dust. The vibrancy of the taste! You can't get much better than this. She needs to stretch her creative wings and fly, you know?
There's all sorts of chalk drawings on the walls: a map of the much beloved Can Town, the soft pastels of her home forest, an incredibly shitty and elaborate dragon, and the courtroom of the troll justice system that is clearly the centerpiece of her work.
With the reluctance of a dog being told not to eat the cupcake that's just fallen on the ground, Terezi pulls the bright cherry red chalk from her maw and gets back to work on His Honorable Tyranny. No court is complete without a horrifying monster to act as judge over the proceedings and threaten to eat all the criminals, as well as the lawyers.]
» WHEN? 5/28
» WHERE? mess hall, hallways
» WHAT? fixing the food replicators, chalk drawings on the walls
» WARNINGS? none
[MESS HALL]
[When Dave messaged Terezi about the SORD..... being stuck in a toilet, Terezi had been overcome with the looming feeling of dread that she was next. What stupid creation that she'd alchemized in her youth would come back to haunt her? The FOLLY OF H3R OWN HORR1FY1NGLY S1NC3R3 HUBR1S had a lot of unbelievably moronic skeletons in its closet.
So, when all she found was a package of chalk in her ablutionblock cabinet and a user manual for the food replicators under her nug cushion, she counted herself lucky. Things could have been so much worse. Thank you, shitty screaming space ghosts. Thank you for taking pity on her.
Manual: OPEN
Tools: ACQUIRED
Now she's in the mess hall, getting ready to throw down with one of these dodgy pieces of shit. She is here to fix replicators and chew bubblegum, and she doesn't have any bubblegum because the replicators are too fucked to make her any!!!
Too bad these instructions doesn't make any fucking sense.
She's pried the front panel open and set it aside, exposing its guts of wires and parts. Every tool Terezi could find, wheedle, or borrow is neatly laid out before her on a towel. She doesn't know what half of these are for or if they're even going to be useful, but better safe than sorry.
She takes a deep whiff of the innards of the machine, fixing the colors in her mind, and consults the manual. Unfortunately, it's like an automotive repair book: technically, it tells you everything you need to know about fixing your car. Unfortunately, you need to already know how to fix your car to get the most out of it. Double unfortunately, Terezi has never been elbow-deep in robo guts in her entire life.
This is going to be an Ordeal.
She takes another sniff at the replicators and in the most wondering, amazed voice, she says:]
I have... no idea what the fuck is happening in here.
[HALLWAYS]
[It's been such a long time since Terezi has had some good Alternian chalk. Sure, the fact that they're dyed with wiggler blood is pretty fucked up, but it lends a certain... je ne sais quois to the quality. The smoothness of the lines. The lack of dust. The vibrancy of the taste! You can't get much better than this. She needs to stretch her creative wings and fly, you know?
There's all sorts of chalk drawings on the walls: a map of the much beloved Can Town, the soft pastels of her home forest, an incredibly shitty and elaborate dragon, and the courtroom of the troll justice system that is clearly the centerpiece of her work.
With the reluctance of a dog being told not to eat the cupcake that's just fallen on the ground, Terezi pulls the bright cherry red chalk from her maw and gets back to work on His Honorable Tyranny. No court is complete without a horrifying monster to act as judge over the proceedings and threaten to eat all the criminals, as well as the lawyers.]
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[She misses looking around and recognizing the world.]
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She thinks for a moment, then hands her the box of chalk.]
Hey, why don't you show me?
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But she's bored, and she's homesick, and almost against her will she finds herself picking up a piece of yellow chalk, and beginning to sketch, a pattern like sunbaked mud cracked into caked scales.]
These are the shattered plains. Each crevasse might be thirty to a hundred feet deep. Men confine themselves to the tops of them, and carry their bridges as they go.
[Beginning to add a small party in the foreground- narrow bridgess towed by large, sturdy creatures that look like a cross between a crab and a buffalo. A few lords on horses, a lady being carried in a palanquin.]
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Terezi takes in the scene with a careful sniff. The animals don't seem too weird to her -- she's run into enough weird beast crosses into her life to not be surprised -- but the idea of needing bridges to get around is interesting to her.]
What shattered it? What made the crevasses so deep?
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[She puts Dalinar in next, a man in bristling, sharp armour standing with a tremendous sword raised over his head, at the front of the procession. Then, she begins the chasmfiend, the great shelled creature, taller than a house itself, with snapping mandibles and tremendous claws.]
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[An ancient civilization, hidden by time. Aradia would probably have more to say about that, but she's not here right now.
That monster looks extremely interesting, though.]
Oooh. What is that?
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[Adding teeth, and teeth, and teeth, and claws and violence, letting the monster tower over the defiant little figure.]
They're a challenge, of course, but they're also extremely valuable kills, because of their gemhearts.