[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 sniffs and rolls over for a better look at the mirror.]

...looks like I'm the one in an embarrassing situation this time. Hi.

[swordthrowing]

It would seem so. What happened?

[She sounds more perplexed than concerned, honestly.]

[notvitiligo]

A lot of things at once, kinda.

I was trying to go home. That... obviously didn't work out as planned.

[swordthrowing]

Back to your house here, you mean? I see. That's unfortunate. [Score one for the power of flight, she guesses.] Are you...going to be alright?

[notvitiligo]

Yeah, here. Damn it...

I'll... be OK, probably. They haven't killed me yet. Just messed with my head a lot...

[swordthrowing]

Hm. Even so, you seem...distressed by your situation. [And also not totally solid, what.] Do you need help?

[notvitiligo]

Probably professional help, right now...

If you know a way to get me back to Beaumont, that'd be good. I'd like to at least be able to hug Bulbasaur while I'm being a pathetic wreck.

[swordthrowing]

Well...

[Should she be honest...?]

I don't suppose you know how to fly.

[...Almost.]

[notvitiligo]

Not in any of the definitions.

I'm not really a big fan of, um, moving on the vertical axis. I like standing on solid ground a lot.

[swordthrowing]

That's a shame. It's my preferred method of travel, and I haven't run into any trouble with it yet.

[notvitiligo]

I'd ask if you could carry me, but I can think of a bunch of reasons that wouldn't be the best idea ever.

[She hugs her knees and sighs.]

Figures.

[swordthrowing]

If that's how you feel.

[She was maybe vaguely considering offering, but oh well.]

[notvitiligo]

I mean, I'm pretty heavy, I'd assume. Unless you have inhuman strength or something.

[swordthrowing]

I'm not human, but I don't know how much you weigh, either.

[notvitiligo]

...honestly, I don't, either. It's been a while since I've been near a scale, and I've definitely gained weight here. Maybe... two hundred pounds? Something like that.