[text/action/videro] An Invitation x2/MARIGOLD MADNESS!

[notvitiligo]

[text]
Since the Powers That Be have decided that they want to give us all cavities and diabetes, I am keeping a big pot of stew going at Beaumont for anyone who needs emergency food that is not candy. If I am not there, Bulbasaur or one of the robots will be in charge of it. Do not worry, they are all sanitary. It is free to use so do not avoid it if you do not have food. There are severe health consequences to eating only sugar, which I guess the people in charge do not care about.

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Also if there is anybody that needs a place to stay, Beaumont has a lot of rooms open. It is by the lake on the northwest side, and is pretty convenient as far as being close to places. There are some robots here that do the housekeeping stuff. Also you will get a lot of free snacks because I bake a lot. I guess that is not much of a benefit right now but there you go. Pets are OK.

[action/video]

[Hi, Ladygarden residents. Do you like your reality TV to have normally linefaced girls curled up on the ground and crying in the middle of nowhere? Because the Vine has decided that is the hot new thing in entertainment. (The more perceptive viewers might notice she seems less opaque around the edges than usual.)

[After a moment, she notices the mirror broadcasting her. She makes a few awkward attempts to turn it off, then lets her arm flop to the ground.]

Fine. I give up.

Comments

[notvitiligo]

[She sighs and looks up.]

Not really. I'm not injured, if that's what you mean.

I think they're just messing with me, now.

[fionna_time]

I didn't think you were hurt. You just looked sorta sad.

Who's messing with you? Is it the dumb queen again?

[notvitiligo]

Hah. Got it in one.

[She turns over slightly for a better, albeit upside-down, view of Fionna.]

Maybe I'm being punished.




Nice panties, by the way.

[fionna_time]

For what? You seem pretty ok. And usually the queen just targets people at random, not certain ones.

[blushes]

W-why were you looking?!

[notvitiligo]

I dunno... wanting to mess things up? Not participating in the program? Just existing? Whoever's in charge, they're nuts anyway.

Just happened to be in my line of sight. Your skirt's pretty short, anyway. [That's what you get when you stand over someone who has run out of fucks to give.]

[fionna_time]

Wait, what are they doing now? I mean, that you messed up their plans so bad it made them angry?

And its usually a skort! Mine get messed up because I was almost killed the last time something weird happened!

[notvitiligo]

Well, either that or I've got some kind of brain damage now... I was supposed to be walking home- hah, walking to the place I live now.

Obviously, I'm not there. Must've been a real hoot watching me, I'm sure.

Congratulations on not dying. I guess. I don't know if it even counts as dying, here.

[fionna_time]

I'm not really gettin' laughing feelings from all this, especially not when you're in pain!

It counts man. It does to me. I don't think you got brain damage.

[notvitiligo]

Well, it's not "pain scale" pain, if that makes it any funnier...

[A songbird flutters past overhead.]

I wonder how much meat there is on those guys...

Wait, they have some level of sentience. Nevermind. [She raises her voice, addressing the sky:] AT LEAST SOME OF US GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE WELL-BEING OF OTHERS.

[fionna_time]

I find a lot of things funny. People I care about on the ground is not really one of 'em.

[She looked up with her]. They're just kinda servants. How much do you think they say to the queen?

[notvitiligo]

I'm assuming the real power's watching. I mean, here's some prime entertainment, right?

THIS IS WHAT YOU ASSHOLES WANT, ISN'T IT?

[She sighs and turns over again.] No, I can't actually give 'em what they want...

Not that it matters at all.

[fionna_time]

It matters to me. I'm actually glad someone's saying something about it.

[She bent down again]. Did you want some help?

[notvitiligo]

It doesn't-

[Sob]

It doesn't matter for who stays and who goes...

[She curls in on herself, crying.]

I want to die...

[fionna_time]

[Fionna stays bent down where she is bringing the girl closer to her].

Yeah. It does matter who stays and who goes. I know, because I lost some really good friends.

Did you lose someone you cared about too?

[notvitiligo]

[She manages to pull Jessica a bit, but then suddenly the only thing solid in her hands are clothes. Jessica is still there, but transparent. She hugs herself, shuddering.]

People keep leaving. All I can ever do is sit here and watch them come and go, and even if they're happy and there's someone they love and it's all great...

[fionna_time]

Whoa!
[Falls through on the ground and tries to shake herself off].

Well what about you? i know you see people leave and come and all, but you're not apart from us, right? We care about you too!"

[notvitiligo]

[She sighs and doesn't say anything for a while. After her breathing steadies, she speaks hoarsely.]

...I did it again.

[fionna_time]

What did you do?

Like, talk to me.

[notvitiligo]

[She tries to gesture to herself without showing off any naughty bits.]

This...

Maybe if I concentrate hard enough I can just disappear, like an actual ghost.

[fionna_time]

[It was Fionna, thankfully removed from thinking about naughty bits].

No man. Don't be a ghost. You're here, with us, hanging and laughing and living. Why would you want to be alone?"

[notvitiligo]

Not doing a lot of laughing recently...

I didn't want to be alone, but it keeps happening that way.

[fionna_time]

Yeah, I know.

Are all your friends going away all the time?

[notvitiligo]

Two at the same time, just a while back.

And others, once in a while.

There isn't even a part of them left over like normal. Just poof, gone.

[fionna_time]

What do you mean, a part of them?

[notvitiligo]

[She winces at having let that slip, but decides that at this point, there's just no way she's leaving this encounter with any sort of dignity.]

Normally, people die and there's a ghost for a while. Here, no ghosts. Just... gone.

And of course, no way to do anything. You just lie back and wait for crap to happen to you.

[She considers doing just that, but her sense of modesty remains intact.]