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voidtreckerexpress2019-12-20 12:04 pm
kumoko) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-12-20 12:04 pm
OPEN - Holiday Spider Is Comin To Town
Who: Spider and YOU.
What: SHE SEES YOU WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING, SHE KNOWS WHEN YOU'RE AWAKE
Where: Literally everywhere, no escape.
When: Day 25 of Catfish
Notes: Moderate spiderwebs, no spider descriptions. If you have questions about your character's gift, ask in this plurk.
[ Originally, she had intended to make new clothing for a few people. You know, just for appreciation for the constant feeding and the Not Attacking Her thing.
So she had! And then, she's not sure how, it became a project. It became a thing. By the time she blinked out of her excited daze, she was knee-deep in fabric, trying to pleat a skirt against a roughly human-sized rucksack stuffed with other rucksacks.
It was weird. She'd shrugged, and gone back to it.
But! Now! At long last!
It's happening, be cool, be cool. Ten days of solid sewing and silk production and staring at the Thunderstorms until they showed her how to colour thread or sew a dart or line a skirt or whatever skill she hadn't gotten yet. Ten days of eating for an army, because she couldn't check her stamina and mana bars any more, and that led to an embarrassing number of times she had to stagger drunkenly into the kitchen and just scoop an entire carton of eggs into her mouth before passing out on the floor from producing too much silk too fast.
Ten days of innovation, recreating the system's Thread Manipulation magic from first principles, until she could force cloth into the thickness and consistency she wanted. Until she could pour mana into the threads just so, creating glitter or fur-like qualities or just a faint glow.
She has one experimental square of cloth that looks and feels exactly like human skin, and that one has been stuffed to the back of her cabin nest in 1-D and no one can ever see it.
Feels great, though.
ANYWAY.
She has no idea what time of year it is, and no idea what holidays the others on the train celebrate, but it was snowing for two days and that's close enough to winter that she has stuck a tiny Santa hat jauntily onto her head for the next step.
Which, primarily, is ambushing everyone and throwing simple white sacks at them, roughly the size of a school PE bag, containing some kind of outfit tailored alarmingly well to them.
Hey, spatial magic is useful for a lot of things OTHER than teleporting and storage, and one of those things is being able to look at someone and understand their body's dimensions. She now knows way too much about everyone's sizes and three measurements, and she will be deleting it all from her memory starting tomorrow probably.
WHATEVER.
Take your bag! ]
What: SHE SEES YOU WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING, SHE KNOWS WHEN YOU'RE AWAKE
Where: Literally everywhere, no escape.
When: Day 25 of Catfish
Notes: Moderate spiderwebs, no spider descriptions. If you have questions about your character's gift, ask in this plurk.
[ Originally, she had intended to make new clothing for a few people. You know, just for appreciation for the constant feeding and the Not Attacking Her thing.
So she had! And then, she's not sure how, it became a project. It became a thing. By the time she blinked out of her excited daze, she was knee-deep in fabric, trying to pleat a skirt against a roughly human-sized rucksack stuffed with other rucksacks.
It was weird. She'd shrugged, and gone back to it.
But! Now! At long last!
It's happening, be cool, be cool. Ten days of solid sewing and silk production and staring at the Thunderstorms until they showed her how to colour thread or sew a dart or line a skirt or whatever skill she hadn't gotten yet. Ten days of eating for an army, because she couldn't check her stamina and mana bars any more, and that led to an embarrassing number of times she had to stagger drunkenly into the kitchen and just scoop an entire carton of eggs into her mouth before passing out on the floor from producing too much silk too fast.
Ten days of innovation, recreating the system's Thread Manipulation magic from first principles, until she could force cloth into the thickness and consistency she wanted. Until she could pour mana into the threads just so, creating glitter or fur-like qualities or just a faint glow.
She has one experimental square of cloth that looks and feels exactly like human skin, and that one has been stuffed to the back of her cabin nest in 1-D and no one can ever see it.
Feels great, though.
ANYWAY.
She has no idea what time of year it is, and no idea what holidays the others on the train celebrate, but it was snowing for two days and that's close enough to winter that she has stuck a tiny Santa hat jauntily onto her head for the next step.
Which, primarily, is ambushing everyone and throwing simple white sacks at them, roughly the size of a school PE bag, containing some kind of outfit tailored alarmingly well to them.
Hey, spatial magic is useful for a lot of things OTHER than teleporting and storage, and one of those things is being able to look at someone and understand their body's dimensions. She now knows way too much about everyone's sizes and three measurements, and she will be deleting it all from her memory starting tomorrow probably.
WHATEVER.
Take your bag! ]
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'Ice cream!'
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[He hasn't the first clue how to make ice cream. Except it has to be cold. Which probably means you don't cook it!]
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[ Buy her ice-cream from the shop.
Wait. ]
'Pay half the points and we'll get the big meal deal!'
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[He hadn't thought of that. That is a great idea! They need to do that!]
I will miss spider! I'll give you half the points for it!
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[ oh my gosh she's SO EXCITED finally one of her lines has come back with a wriggling ice-cream-shaped fish.
Let's go right now. ]
'Do you have enough points right now?'
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[Somehow. He's not even sure how honestly, he doesn't understand how you get points.]
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What are you doing! What is this! You young master! You second generation rich kid! ]
'I changed my mind you can pay for the whole thing.'
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[He moves to the screen and put his ticket in.] What shall I write? I don't know lots about ice cream!
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'We want parfaits. A berry gelato, ganache and marshmallow parfait.'
[ wait. Wait she remembers another one. That hour spent drooling over the internet advert for a local cafe wasn't in vain!! ]
'And a chocolate, banana and waffle parfait.'
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He read the message that came after carefully. "It says we will get it next time we are on a platform! So we will have yummy ice cream soon!"
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Wait, actually, her handwriting-- webweaving?-- is pretty terrible. Let's just... weave it out properly...
Oh, never mind. he did it. Good job, rich kid! She'll put in a good word for you in the revolution or something. Hmm.
'Can you make ice cream?'
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He shrugged. "I don't know. I don't think so because it tasted new when I tried it so I don't think I made it or ate it before!"