Antarctic Termite

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well

I'd ask them permission for me to continue this as GM, but even though it's barely plot-based outside of a few NPC prompts, I don't think I have the availability between getting a new job and my off-site roleplays. Good luck for anyone else who wants to try.

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Fairly simple post. If anyone's wondering how Mali's sister managed to catch a telecom satellite: She pounced on it. With her fists. Space skeleton midwives.

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Malinal

The human was adding her own cheery prattle to the general din of chitchat, although Mali didn't jump to respond, for a little while. Not for exclusion's sake- The excitability of having a few voices colliding and dissociating with the natural flow of the topic seemed to her by far the most entertaining form of conversation- But because her grasp of the lingo wasn't quite snappy enough to keep up very far past 'I'm Adeline'. She loved the idea of photography, from the sporadic occasions when her sisters puzzled out a way to charge Tamoanchan's scant communal phones, though she failed to recognise what Adeline had meant by 'Take a picture'. Her grip on the idea of an Internet had some similar gaps, but she couldn't ignore an obvious question.

"Mm, nah, we never set up the infrastructure, though someone managed to take down a passing satellite once. The Mother wants us to stay independent. Most non-human clades are pretty isolatare you practicing photography?" The sight of a moving picture of the ground on the screen of Adeline's phone tipped Mali into understanding. She threw an arm around Adeline with gusto and pressed her free hand against her other cheek, fingers curled into a loose sign of horns. "Selfie? Selfie! Before the battery dies!" She beckoned from around Adeline's shoulder. "Aelonya, come into the frame! Please?"

@Arty Fox@gaudi

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Heya @gaudi, should I keep waiting for you or can I run along with Arty Fox for now?

Stop Lurking

Some heavy shit started coming to mind two nights ago and I haven't really been around while I've been preoccupied with solving this awful situation.

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Malinal

It was a while after Aelonya recommended her a knife before the thought Ah, shit, I forgot to bring one echoed somewhere in Mali's brain. The experience would be accompanied with a handful of others of a very similar nature over the coming days. For the moment, she still felt confident that she had everything she really needed, and Malinal's alleged demonhood would remain unconfirmed- She passed the question off as a quip.

It was the second mention of the label that finally tipped her off to the fact that the handy lady really didn't have any idea what Malinal was. She let go of the human- They seemed pretty placid, thought Mali personally, and she'd honestly love to hear what kinds of things they'd ask- and tapped her chin with a long finger, thinking. "Oh- Oh, nah, I can't vault planes on my own yet, I'm not old enough. Besides, the round trip up and down again still takes way longer than walking, and I have the absolute nicest legs for that anyway." She spun another little pirouette on a bird-toed heel, still puzzling how to unravel Aelonya's confusion. "Hey, Aelo, are you from Earth or Heaven? You sound just about weird enough to be some kind of Earthling- Seriously, you laugh like a choking turkey- So, uh, I guess you don't see my sisters very often. We're the tzitzimitl." She paused, not really knowing what to explain first, then burst out laughing. "Space skeleton midwives! Bet your species doesn't make nearly such a good band name!"

She'd forgotten to keep walking, but the curtained and strutted building was easily in view, collecting something of a loose crowd. Not familiar with human construction procedures, Mali thought it looked rather out of place alongside the other buildings, but much more fun to climb. She determined to try that out when she saw an opportunity.

@gaudi

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Alright, thanks.

Anyway, as I'm filling out my headcanon of Tamoanchan (star demon heaven) I'm holding on to a few ideas for future notice and cohesiveness, one of which is that since there's no sun in there and there isn't a religion based on fuelling the gods with sacrifices anymore, native species get at least part of their energy from stargazing- Which is why tzitzimitl (and probably other species) have so many eyes. So I think the only unusual request Malinal will be having is a particularly large window or skylight to soak up them rays.

Side note, for fun: The fact that tzitzimitl seem capable of eating humans, but not reliant on it, and used to visit Earth with human heart jewellery already equipped, opens up the idea that in addition to a sunless nebula realm with fauna and flora sporting dozens of eyes, human organs actually grow there somehow like flowers. Probably on trees structured like human limbs. Definitely my preferred explanation. Reminds me of the game Yume Nikki.

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@SpawnlingPreemptive question about dorms, before they come into the scene- To what degree are they customised for comfort, as opposed to necessity? What expenses were taken preparing them? For example, a vampire might not need much more than a garlic-free windowless room with a wooden coffin, but they would probably prefer a stone sarcophagus and at least one chandelier (running from stereotypes, anyway).

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Malinal

The sound of phalanges clattering against her own fingers struck the tzitzimitl as nothing less than ecstatic, and she momentarily balled them into a fisted victory pose, a thin hiss of a yes! leaking out of her. Without losing the pose, she swiped her other hand into a perfect encore with the mostly human-looking girl who ran shortly into her attention. The red-haired one's aim had been a little off, but Mali had more than enough spacial awareness for both of them.

When she finished whooping, Mali clapped both hands back onto her face. "Why, what eyes?", she feigned, as her wrist winked at the non-human. This, at least, was something she'd anticipated- Her sisters had warned her well that her joint-eyes would stand out especially. They spoke of it in tired tones, but Malinal was still young enough to relish the attention.

It didn't hold her for long, though, and she was shortly reaching up to pinch at the red-haired girl's cheeks. They didn't stretch much, but compared to the cloaked woman-figure and herself, they were luxurious. "Holy mother, skele-hand, look at how pudgy these are! Are all humans like this? Are you even human?" Mali cast her face to the distance and shrugged with one arm while still holding the girl's cheek in the other, an exhibit of wonder.

The decorated spirit was talking in an echoing rattle of reassurance- Or so the tzitzimitl heard it- just about long enough for her to pick out the figures that were listening with particular attention. A girl with an ugly-looking club, from her ankle; A flittering blue animal, from an elbow. "This isn't banter, this is cultural appreciation," commented Mali quietly, but shortly stepped up to follow the directions, still holding the human-looking cheek as long as she was able. "Eel-on-ya, did it say? I'm Mali. And this here is my human. I haven't named her yet."

@gaudi@Arty Fox

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Writing.

Done writing.