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reverielogs2018-06-08 11:44 am
gundamned) wrote in reverielogs2018-06-08 11:44 am
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open; intro: The Arrival of the Forbidden One
» WHO? Gundam Tanaka
» WHEN? June 8th
» WHERE? Deck Three - Deck Two
» WHAT? Introduction
» WARNINGS? unacceptable astral level underwear
a. Deck Three - Near the Bar
[Gundam blearily cracks an eye open, calmly surveying the new unfamiliar metallic surroundings. It’s not as if he was a stranger to being trapped in odd areas recently. It was almost relieving, despite the dull ache in his head and the sickness gnawing at the pit of his stomach. It was something different from the all too familiar deluxe room of Strawberry House? There are a few troubling things about this scenario though, which Gundam realizes soon after waking. He's gained some sort of jumpsuit and some odd communications device. He doesn't seem to have retained much of anything--]
...!!
[Gundam immediately pulls off the jumpsuit and gently scours the inside of it, obviously not feeling something critical to his person. Four somethings to be exact. He can only unearth two eye makeup pencils.]
I see... [They must have gone on ahead to explore the new surroundings already and will report their findings to him soon. Of course. Gundam takes a moment to pull the jumpsuit back on, but masterfully seems to pull a pair of unfamiliar mortal underwear visible to any astral level from his body while still remaining dressed.]
b. Deck Two - Near the Mess Hall
[Gundam walks for a little bit before really catching his reflection in the metallic sheen of everything around him. Over the low hum of metallic buzzing he can sense that he is starting to approach a more populated area of where it is he's ended up. They might be able to answer some of the questions he has. Of course he wants to know more about where he is-- but. Instead Gundam ducks down facing a wall and opts to do his makeup first.
This is important? It definitely is.]
» WHEN? June 8th
» WHERE? Deck Three - Deck Two
» WHAT? Introduction
» WARNINGS? unacceptable astral level underwear
a. Deck Three - Near the Bar
[Gundam blearily cracks an eye open, calmly surveying the new unfamiliar metallic surroundings. It’s not as if he was a stranger to being trapped in odd areas recently. It was almost relieving, despite the dull ache in his head and the sickness gnawing at the pit of his stomach. It was something different from the all too familiar deluxe room of Strawberry House? There are a few troubling things about this scenario though, which Gundam realizes soon after waking. He's gained some sort of jumpsuit and some odd communications device. He doesn't seem to have retained much of anything--]
...!!
[Gundam immediately pulls off the jumpsuit and gently scours the inside of it, obviously not feeling something critical to his person. Four somethings to be exact. He can only unearth two eye makeup pencils.]
I see... [They must have gone on ahead to explore the new surroundings already and will report their findings to him soon. Of course. Gundam takes a moment to pull the jumpsuit back on, but masterfully seems to pull a pair of unfamiliar mortal underwear visible to any astral level from his body while still remaining dressed.]
b. Deck Two - Near the Mess Hall
[Gundam walks for a little bit before really catching his reflection in the metallic sheen of everything around him. Over the low hum of metallic buzzing he can sense that he is starting to approach a more populated area of where it is he's ended up. They might be able to answer some of the questions he has. Of course he wants to know more about where he is-- but. Instead Gundam ducks down facing a wall and opts to do his makeup first.
This is important? It definitely is.]
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I don't know. [By way of explanation, she pulls a shard of thick eggshell out of the puddle of bedsheet under her knees. It has oddly vibrant colors and must have been rather large before hatching.
(Internally, she doubts it'll care about the subject. But explaining Digimon to a stranger is about the last thing she wants to do; and if it did, hypothetically, care, she wouldn't know yet.)
A few things might be apparent, looking into the crevice. The runaway is:
- dark in color, a deeper blotch of shadow in an already-dark space.
- matte. A bit fuzzy, if you squint.
- exceptionally flexible; the crevice is narrow, and the thing is backed up as far as it can go, squished up into an indistinct vertical blotch to fit.
- possessed of two eyes, golden and dot-like and glowing, that occasionally blink.
- steadily emitting a small amount of bubbly foam. When Gundam comes into view, the blotch wiggles in alarm and starts producing a copious quantity of the stuff.]
1/2
I see. [It's a baby.] Only recently brought forth into this cruel world.
[Gundam returns his attention to the creature in the crevice. Even in the darkness, he can recognize it's innate cuteness.] Fuhuhu...
2/2
Come out my young friend... There is nothing to fear. I won't hurt you.
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....then blows a gigantic amount of bubbles! The foam spills out and blocks it from view.]
What is it doing?! [Erika leans forward as though to push Gundam out of the way, voice tight and fingers on her knees tighter.
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[In a loud whisper.] Accursed woman-- shh! It will never come out if you aren't able to steady yourself!
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She rounds on him, a bit too overwhelmed by the proximity of a stranger to come up with a decent rebuttal, but physically emboldened. The station is her home. She lives here now. He's the newcomer, and if he thinks he gets to mouth off to her he'd better reevaluate.
She advances on his space again, with all the spirit of a knife emoji, hunched-over and narrow-eyed.
(The crevice backs up to the back and other side of the console. Unseen, the creature wiggles towards freedom...)]
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[No wonder it doesn't want to come out with her around.] Do you not wish to obtain your familiar again?
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[The creature wiggles free, ducking behind the rumpled bedsheet and popping back up without concern to wriggle towards The Thing That Might Have Dreamed Of Being Curry.
It considers it.
And then it opens its mouth and starts to engulf the meal, expanding like a balloon to envelop it, plate and all.....]
1/2
Perhaps he did a poor job of communicating his intentions with her familiar. That must be what's upsetting her. The bond between mortals and their pets was not to be trifled with.]
Fear not, your dreaded beast is not hiding out of fear. It merely wishes to play.
2/2
Kekeke...fuhahahaha! Such a phenomenal display!
[God he really hopes it will let him pet it??]
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-No no no not the plate!
[She dives in to seize the lip of the plate just before it disappears completely. It comes free slowly, with a reluctant squelching noise, but the meal upon it is long gone.
The Botamon quivers like Jell-O and closes its eyes in contentment, slowly returning to normal proportions as it...digests?...the food.
Erika holds the plate at arm's length, many and conflicting emotions on her face.]
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Have you been sated, dark phantasm?
[Knowing it's propensity for taking off without warning, Gundam approaches Botamon tentatively.]
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This needs to go back. [Now that it's uhhh. Soiled. Erika still isn't sure about using any more than the tips of her fingers to handle the plate. At the same time, she doesn't want to leave the Digimon alone with this guy...? She kneels there awkwardly, facing Botamon and watching Gundam out of the corner of her eye.]
1/2
This is easily the best day he's had in weeks.]
Do you wonder if the creature is poisonous to the touch or if it emits venoms?
2/2
This shall do. [Gundam takes the sheet and holds it to his chest for a moment to warm it, then extends the makeshift bed in his arms to Botamon as an invitation to rest.]
Come my friend... you're a good girl. Such a good girl. No harm shall come to you in my embrace, rest my friend.
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...It's not poisonous.
[Botamon blinks at him quizzically - glances at Erika to puzzle out her sour expression - wiggles its ears and yawns, and hops lazily up and into his arms.
It will accept pets. Its skin is elastic and covered in soft, dense black fuzz, and it has a squishy, boneless consistency. Like a daifukumochi, or a gel stress ball.]
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He gently rubs his fingers against Botamon's body, absolutely enthralled. Despite being stranded on islands over the last few weeks, there was a dire lack of animals to interact with.
Truly the greatest form of torture one could endure as the Super High School Level Breeder.]
...
[He could stand here petting this wonderful slumbering monstrosity while ignoring Erika forever.]
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So she's just gonna,
uh,
sit here all moody and hedgehoggy and watch Botamon until Gundam says something or someone interrupts them or the Digimon does something.
Which could be a while, because it is sacked the fuck out. Babies, man.]