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[munchie]

cw: cannibalism kinda, underage sex jokes, brief nondescript ref to animal violence

Hiii everyone.

(Have an enthusiastic wave from a girl speaking in a perfected baby voice.)

My name's Jennifer Check and I'd like to put it out there that I'm now accepting human sacrifices. Sexual or otherwise.

(She smirks at her own joke, but really, she's starving.)

And I mean human specifically. I don't do that animal sacrifice bullshit. I'm not some psycho white boy who got turned down too many times by the pretty girl at school and who's weirdly obsessed with making Call of Duty half his personality.

(A big sweeping eyeroll. It's amazing how quick her voice went from Baby-Uwu to Frigid-Bitch. It's not a talent everyone could master, admittedly.)

Anyway. Is everyone around here a prude or something? I haven't seen any cleavage outside of my own in like a whole day. Holy shit. (...DRAMATIC REALIZATION...) Did I get kidnapped by the Amish...

(The last part is muttered to herself.)

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[creidim]

What... do you need human sacrifices for, exactly? And why wouldn't an animal suffice? [ She's been here long enough and hung around demons long enough to know this probably isn't a joke. Which actually makes it ten times worse, really. ]

I'm not sure who Amish are, but it's more Pthumerians really. Also not kidnapping, either.

IM...FINALLY HERE...sorry for the delay >:O

[munchie]

I like animals. And they suffer enough already without having to be used by people for stupid shit all of the time. Plus, what do animals do to deserve being sacrificed? (She pops her mouth, tipping her head to the side, seeming to genuinely wonder why it seemed okay to sacrifice an animal instead.)

People though...Plenty of men are terrible people. (Women too, but she's a gender-specific predator here. She has an agenda and its name was the patriarchy.)

Amish people are a bunch of recluses who live away from society and hate technology. I don't know what Pthumerian is either. (So, equal footing.) How's it not kidnapping?

IT'S NO WORRIES!

[creidim]

I mean, that's very fair. I like animals, too. [ People seem to see them as the lesser evil, sort of speak. That it's... more acceptable. Better them than people. And yet here she is very much against animal sacrifices. It made Luna curious, is all. ]

So you'd... much prefer to sacrifice terrible people? Terrible men? What kind of magic is this for? [ She has so many questions... ]

Oh, that kind of reminds me of my people. Although we don't really hate technology, it just doesn't work with us. [ Magic and electronics do not go hand in hand. They don't even have televisions. ] Pthumerians are otherworldly beings of immense power. They're the ones around the city who mostly look like very tall ladies.

[ Putting it very simply. ]

Well, we all chose to come here. Didn't you go through the door, too?

[munchie]

(Jennifer purses her lips together, contemplating this weirdo chick with her unusually non-confrontational way of talking. Most people asked things with blatant accusations in their voices. Needy had.)

Depends on your definition of terrible. (She hadn't thought Chip was a "terrible" man. She had just wanted to kill him because of Needy. It was deeper than moralistic killing maybe because it wasn't stooped in morals.)

It keeps me hot. (It's a shallow, simple answer, but completely honest. Her "hotness" correlated directly with her health these days though, more than the typical conventionally attractive chick. She didn't yet know if she could die from not eating, but she did know that she felt so much weaker without it. Looked sicker.)

I'm pretty sure the Amish just wanna use technology as a breeding ground for guilt and control. (That's her running theory on it.)

Oh, the Amazonian-looking babes? (Jennifer had been wondering what was up with that. Even though they looked human, there had been something off about it. Like Uncanny Valley on steroids.)

What door? (Jennifer's genuinely puzzled, her brows knitting together.) I didn't go through a door. I was killed and woke up in this shithole.

[creidim]

I suppose it's quite broad. I mean, I know terrible people — ones back home? But they're not here, it's different. What defines 'terrible' for you—? [ One can poke the bear without poking the bear, in a sense. She's careful, she knows fine well there are plenty of dangerous people in the universes. She's learned that the hard way. But she knows things aren't always so black and white, too. ]

... Hot? As in warm—? [ She's oblivious, frowning for a moment before the second option finally comes to her. ] It's beauty magic..?

[ Someone's never heard of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion. ]

That's... unfortunate. Has no one done anything? [ Because that sounds like something that people should be... doing something about. Guilt and control? Mm, don't like that. ]

Uh, yes! Yes, that's them. [ An.. interesting way of describing them—! And then she frowns: she didn't go through a door? ] Well, the door to this world, of course. We were in a place called Deerington, but we left there when the dream was destroyed through a door to the new world, here.

[ ... ]

So you're a new Sleeper, then. I'm sorry that you died, though. I've done that a couple of times.

cw: drug abuse ref/joke + sex jokes

[munchie]

Guilty by association, sometimes. (It's one hell of a vague descriptor.

She rolls her eyes dramatically at it being deemed solely as 'beauty magic.' Even though that was literally the definition she herself gave, she sometimes gave other girls too much credit. She sighs dramatically.)

Honestly. I don't know what I was expecting from someone with as many split ends as you have...

(Did Luna even have those? Jennifer's just being a bitch.)

Beauty isn't just about looking good, you know. Unhealthy people usually aren't pretty. They have nasty skin and drab hair for a reason. Shitty vitamin intake and whatever.

(She had no clue about the science there but she knew abstract words like 'keratin had to do with hair and nails and things like that.)

When I don't feed, I look and feel like I've been addicted to meth for years. But after I feed, I feel stronger, better, healthier and I look amaaazing. Like total Playboy material. Front cover and middle spread.

(She shrugs absently and despite her casual tone, there's a twitch in her jaw and she glances off camera.)

Obviously not. Where I come from people are super good at ignoring stuff like that.

(She clearly isn't thrilled about it either.)

Some people argue it's just some lifestyle or whatever but then every couple of years some chick will come away from it being like "yeah I had to escape this place it was horrific."

(So you know.)

Yeah, I definitely didn't see a door. I don't know what Deerington is either. Last dream I had was about an orgy with the Spice Girls. (She says this so thoughtfully and simply! Sorry, Luna.)

Must be. (That's what people kept saying she was.) It's okay. It was worse the first time. This will be my second time too. Totally bites. Sorry you've died too.

cw: reference to sex; mentions of murder/fatal neck injuries

[creidim]

[ Incredibly vague. She is Unsure of you, Jennifer.

But the insult, to be honest, goes over the top of her head. Snide marks about her appearance aren't really going to upset her, but her eyes narrow a fraction — a smidge cold in her look: that was unkind. ]

I like my hair, thank you. [ Honestly, she was just confirming what the girl had told her, and now she's being... catty? Luna doesn't... understand it. Besides, the girl doesn't even look that bad, not to Luna, anyway. Maybe sickly, perhaps. ] Why didn't you just... say it was for survival then..? Although I've never heard of that kind of magic.

[ It reminds her of vampires, in a way. But not quite. Either way, a girl existing in such a way is probably... quite dark. Possibly. She should be wary. Maybe ask John later. ]

It sounds more familiar than I'd like it to. [ The ignorance of it, she means. People who refused to believe You-Know-Who wasn't back, despite the signs. ] People don't like to face what would burst their bubble, even if it's something that's wrong. They'd much rather bury their heads in the sand.

[ Ignoring the bad in the world if it doesn't affect one personally: it's universal. ]

Well, essentially it was a dream world. A town within what people from America know as the state of Maine. [ Although she's then thrown off: her last dream was about what with whom? ] ... What's an orgy—?

[ She genuinely does not know. ]

First time was worse for me too, kind of. I suppose it was not knowing what would happen. I didn't really realise what happened the second time when it happened, which makes sense when you're faced with someone who turns out can break your neck by snapping his fingers. [ There's a small wry smile. Small mercies, she supposes. ]