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[compostabelle]

helo worm food :)

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[lastofthebog]

[ Cue the INTERNAL SCREAMING!! Is it happy screaming? Panicked? Who knows! ]

I know The Trickster, but not nearly as well as I know my Maiden.

I am Galla, girl of the rotting mire and a keeper of terapedes. Tell me, are you well? Did Lachesis treat you kindly when she brought you here?

[compostabelle]

giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl
girl
girl
girl
girl
girl
girl
im made of meat >:o

[lastofthebog]

Yes.

That must be quite unfortunate for you.

Are you able to become worms? Or perhaps flies? Perhaps they have left your powers intact.

[compostabelle]

no i can only be one
its all very small
girl where are you?
im going to rub my gross skin against your gross skin

[lastofthebog]

I am in my office in Nonah.

Do you know how to get directions from your phone yet? The thing you are talking to me on.

[compostabelle]

uhm no
Why do you have a fucking office

[lastofthebog]

Because these people believe in offices. I have been made the voice of the people from other worlds here. They decided I should have one.

Can you show me where you are? I will find you.

[compostabelle]

wow thats disgusting

video

[compostabelle]

[ hello galla here she fucking is
then turns the camera around to show her a cool tree ]

video

[lastofthebog]

[ Perfect. Galla flips on her video as well, revealing a very boring looking office. At least she's leaving it to head outside now. ]

Thank you, Maiden. Are there any buildings around you?

Re: video

[compostabelle]

uuuuhhhhuh.

[ shows her . . . a dumpster :o

TWO DUMPSTERS ]

[lastofthebog]

[ Well. It's a start. ]

Trash containers. There will likely be many bugs inside. [ And maybe wrappers or labels from whatever business they belong to. ] Why don't you have a look?

[compostabelle]

Mmmmmmhhh.


[ she follows Galla's advice. there's a bit of rustling as she hops in ]

What the fuuuck? What the fuck? Fuck fuck?? FUCK? Fuuuuck!?

[lastofthebog]

[ Well shit, that's an even better reaction than she'd been expecting. ]

Are there many friends in there?

[compostabelle]

Thhhhhhis place!!

[ her voice is a bit distant and tinny, and the camera has been dropped into some junk. ]

This whoooooole shit shit thing. Is.

A party.

[lastofthebog]

Humans keep bins like this all across their cities in this world.

[compostabelle]

Shrines? For mine?

[ Seems unlikely, but who knows why the fuck humans do anything ]

Badly organized.

[lastofthebog]

Not intentionally. The bins are like the waste pits some of our cities had. Simply a side effect of mortals trying to keep clean.

[compostabelle]

[ makes a non-committal gurgle, but adds a moment later: ]

Rats! Rrrrat. With little meat-people meat-hands.

[lastofthebog]

With markings over their eyes? I believe those are called raccoons.

[compostabelle]

No, no. Nonononono. Haven't met her yet.

[ Finally, the camera is dug back out of the rubbish, and she points it more-or-less at her hand, where there is indeed a rat is perched munching on a cockroach. A beautiful tableau. ]

This rat loves crunch. Among other things.

[lastofthebog]

Oh, she is lovely. And a fine hunter too, it seems.

[compostabelle]

Don't patronize us, shit-bitch. I gaaaaaaaaaaaaave her a gift.

[lastofthebog]

When have I ever thought to patronize you?

[compostabelle]

[ POINTS! TO THE RAT!!! ]