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[Oh hey, it's Marceline! Apparently. The camera's not really pointed at her.

Instead it's at a weird sort-of-upwards angle, showing high pines and a clear starry night. She's well away from the city, wherever she is. Off-screen, she's strumming a certain riff.]

I feel so stuck here. Not... here, here. This is, like - I think I'm in Washington State? - I mean in this world. But I've never stayed in one place this long. Not in... well, it's been a while, anyway. A long while. I'm pretty sure I've already seen most of the cool junk in this country. [She trails off, mentally moving her comm so people can see her. She's got her ax-bass in her grip, and she's leaned up against some wolves, all resting and half-asleep. They're definitely comfortable with her, anyway.

She looks a little worse for wear - hair even wilder than usual - probably with a few twigs or leaves in it - dirt all over, some scuffs and rips in her clothes. And is that some dried blood smeared around her mouth? Might be. A little bit. ... Yes. IT'S NOT HUMAN BLOOD OKAY. Red stuff is hard to come by out here. All in all, another reckless adventure, one she's been out on for a few days now. She's been vanishing on trips like this more and more since she got hit with fear toxin, flying out somewhere into the wilderness. Somewhere, anywhere she can be alone.

Marceline finally stops playing, wiping at her mouth. She's unfocused, venting.]

I shouldn't need anyone's permission to travel where I want, and I'm definitely not a hero. Never have been. Some of you peeps saw that last month. [When she attacked a bunch of people during Fearfest.] I just want to be an artist. Go where the wind takes me.

[She's quiet for a long moment, tilting her head back to look at the sky and sprawling her arms out over two of her wolf buddies.]

... They're gonna blow themselves up, and I don't wanna be here when it happens. [Again.] Come on, any of you brainlords any closer to getting us home? Is Lachesis feeling chatty?

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... Kinda?

[It's not an easy answer, and she doesn't really wanna get into it.]

It's Earth, anyway.

You've got your own version of Yellowstone? All that?

Yeah. Not the park, but-- [Not anymore, anyway. She can't be sure about that part one way or another-- but she recognized some of the landmarks when she flew through.]

You don't forget seeing stuff like that.

Is your world wilder than this one, then? I expect we've got it tucked away somewhere in our world, too, but we've certainly not made it into a park, either.

Kinda. There's not a lot of humans around back home, so it's defs different. [and missing a huge chunk]

What's yours like? [ANYTHING TO SHIFT THE CONVERSATION AWAY FROM HER]

[ No, no - she's too interested. Instead of answering, she breaks in with the question of: ]

Oh - are you not human?

[you're killing her here, jones]

My mom was, I'm not.

Oh!

[ And that prompts her to brighten considerably. ]

I'm sorry! I oughtn't have assumed - that was terribly human-centric of me. What are you, then?

Yikes, it's okay! [apologies ???? what. Marceline sort of runs a hand into the tangled messed up frizz she calls her hair.] Easy to think in this light.

Anyway, I'm a vampire. Half-demon on dad's side.

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Oh!

[ That's not an unpleasant piece of news (some of her best friends are vampires and demons) but it does give her a slight pause. ]

So, erm -

[ She delicately indicates her mouth. God, she hopes she's not one of those feeding-on-people vampires. ]

Is that why...?

What? Oh-- yeah. I don't usually drink blood, but there's not a ton of red stuff out here and I got mad hungry.

[Pausing to wipe at her mouth a little with her sleeve. That plaid flannel's super ruined already anyway.]

Relax, it's just deer blood.

[If nothing else this is helping her redirect her energy, even if her mind's still firmly where it was.

Venting's over, back to the usual deal.]

[ Ohhhh thank God. She does relax - and then says (in a complete lie): ]

I didn't think it was human, of course.

[ But, hold on - ]

Sorry - not a lot of red stuff? You mean not a lot of blood, or...?

Nah, nah. [she's always gotta explain this one.]

I mean I usually eat the color red.

[ Um - ]

You mean...You eat red things?

Or I drain the color, yeah.

Oh!

[ Kitty blinks in surprise. ]

So you really, literally mean that you feed off the colour red. The colour itself is your food? Or am I just completely mad.

Yeah, now you're getting it. [Just kinda pulling a twig out of her hair now.]

Huh. That's...

[ She thinks about it. That's totally amazing, is what that is. ]

Are you still hungry? I've got loads of old clothes that are probably red, and a friend that I boss around who can teleport.

I'm not about to say no to that. [FREE FOOD ?????]

Brilliant. I'll give him a call. Do you like certain shades more than others?

Deep reds are the best.

Deep reds. Got it.

[ A little bit of fiddling, and then - ]

Huh. He's not picking up his phone. Figures - right when I need him.

Eh, it's cool. I'm set for now.

So what's your story, Brixton?

Oh - Balham, not Brixton. Is where I'm from. It's a little to the southwest.

[ Kitty looks up from where she's distracted by the non-availability of Billy Kaplan - seriously, he always picks up - and smiles a little. ]

Do you know London, then?

I know punk rock. [CLOSE ENOUGH...]

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