video: un: ontherocks

[queenking]

[It must be that time of the month, because there's another newbie on the network. This one, a 20-something woman with riotously curly blonde hair, is sprawled on her back on the beach, holding the Omni up above her face. It's not a great angle, but whatever.]

Hey, if one of these places sells calamari, s'that cannibalism? Cause I love that shit. Also I got so much sand in my ass crack right now I'm gonna be shittin' pearls for weeks.

[She could just...leave the beach. Does she know they're allowed to leave the beach?

She...likely doesn't know they can leave the beach.

Saxsice ends her foray into social media by dropping the Omni on her face and cussing as the feed ends. OW FUCK--!!

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[fusrodaaaah]

She um. She's just. Like that.

[And aggressively preening herself, too. Ignoring Saxsice. It's classic Cat Behavior.]

... then why are you here?

[queenking]

Huh. Go figure.

[Saxsice raises and lowers her shoulders, shifting to hug her knees to her chest.] Guess I'm thinkin' that if someone comes to take people away from here, they'll come on a boat? Maybe?

[fusrodaaaah]

Take... people away?

[He sounds completely baffled by that idea, his head tilted to one side, like a curious dog.]

[His omen has pounced on a crab.]

[queenking]

Yeah. Y'know, take them back home? [She tilts her head as well, though hers is due to watching the little dragon crab-hunt. Cute. Like a little kitty.]

Apparently that's not an option, though. So.

[fusrodaaaah]

O-Oh.

No I - I don't think. We can go back. But that's - that's okay.

[He doesn't want to go home, actually.]

[queenking]

...yeah. That's what I've heard. [Her entire demeanor darkens, and she hugs her knees a little closer to her chest.] Maybe okay for some people. But I've got a life that I'm...really gonna miss. Friends, a job, a home. A kid.

[fusrodaaaah]

[... Crap.]

[What does he say to that? How does he... say something to that? Melius shifts where he's sitting, curling his tail tighter around his feet. He's not very good at comforting people - he's really only passable at it when it's Varian and... no one else.]

[So... instead of words he just. Wordlessly holds out a bowl. It's already filled, the soup thick with mushrooms and seaweed strips. As many flavorful herbs as he's been able to find so far.]

[Cooking, after all, is just another form of alchemy.]

[queenking]

[Saxsice pauses for a moment, then slowly reaches out to take the bowl. Soup is pretty damn comforting, she supposes. She's a soup fan.

She cradles it in both hands, sips from the edge, getting a seaweed strip easily. She slurps it up like a noodle.]

...mm. Salty. Uh, good salty.

[fusrodaaaah]

Y-yeah. The um. Seaweed is... green and salty. And it's um. It's good for you.

[He'd offer more, but, soup is all he has. No good advice or anything like that.]

[Just mushroom-seaweed soup.]

[queenking]

Like, uhhhhhh kale? [Saxsice wrinkles her nose for a moment, then shrugs and takes another sip.] Tastier'n kale.

[fusrodaaaah]

I... don't know what kale is.

[He knows lettuce. And seaweed.]

[queenking]

It's a kinda fucked up leaf thing. [This is said with her mouth full, of course.] Tastes like eatin' a sponge.

[fusrodaaaah]

O-oh.

You shouldn't. Eat sponges. Those are bad.

[queenking]

You're tellin' me, cupcake. [Cheers, she'll drink to that.]

[fusrodaaaah]

...





Cup cake?

[queenking]

Exactly. [God why is she like this.]

[fusrodaaaah]

... I don't get it.