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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.]
no subject
[he doesn't say anything, but. can you smell the skepticism, Terezi?]
no subject
She looks back at Dave, an innocent smile on her Cheshire Cat poker face. Did she stutter???]
no subject
Name one thing you alchemized.
no subject
[She holds up a finger to stave off whatever protest he might come up with.]
Yes, the name is stupid, but the function is not! It was basically a telescope for my nose, and it let me smell things from very far away. I wouldn't trade being blind for anything in the world, but there's a lot of things I have to be careful of. I can't really [airquotes] "see" things long distance like everyone else.
no subject
[okay, that's actually pretty cool. gross, but cool — you know, kind of like Terezi herself. and she has, at least, temporarily distracted him from bugging her about her alchemizing.]
Maybe it'll wind up in your toilet next, so you can get a better whiff of the planet we're floating over.
no subject
[She takes some of her chalk and starts drawing a crude sketch of the telescope. It is, predictably, exactly like a telescope, except for the double nose-piece for her nostrils. As she draws, she keeps talking to Dave.]
I think that's your particular curse to bear. Or maybe just the SORD.....'s? I mean, my chalk was in a pretty normal place, after all.
no subject
For the sake of both our space sanities, let's say it's that last theory you just threw out there.
[the last thing he needs is something actually useful from home appearing in his toilet. but here, he'll draw his usual rendition of Terezi next to the smelloscope. having a smell, and commenting on it. apparently, according to Dave, this space station and the ghosts inhabiting it smell like "w31rdly st4l3 cotton c4ndy. bluh"]