High Priestess of Fabulous
Psyche nods. ~I guess that's it then. I will see you when I see you.~
"If I am to be met with disrespect, then I must first love myself with a fierceness no fool can take away." - Vraska, Gorgon assassin
Fwomph
Goldenrod
-A Pent is here, looking over a jumbled mess of paper sheets and sifting through them-
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Goldenrod
-Joseph and Munn may be watching Pent. Joseph has reddened eyes still, but only occasionally sniffles-
Another green world.
Morton Manor
-Phosphora is reading through the local paper.-
Phosphora: Blah blah blah... people I've never heard of doing local things... blah blah blah... sports teams so old I don't even recognize half of their names...
Dimo: <Look in dah classifieds. Ve need sum funds for food.>
Maxim: <Seconded.>
Phosphora: Oh, fine... We'll see if there are any odd jobs I can do when I'm not working in the forge...
Goldenrod
-Dune and Deziree are wandering about.-
Dune: We need communicators.
-Deziree pokes the side of his head with her phone.-
Dune: You know what I mean!
Deziree: You mean like earpieces that let out a piercing alarm whenever it's counterpart gets disabled?
Dune: THAT'S what I mean.
Deziree: Don't worry, sandypants~
-Deziree pecks Dune on the cheek.-
Deziree: I can get those churned out in a night.
Dune: Thank you, dear.
Atlas
Goldenrod
(The mention of technology causes Snowy, who happens to be near Duniree, to look up and gaze inquisitively at them. The camera is still cradled in her claws.)
Tastes better on the way back down.
Fwomph
-Pent glances up from the papers and shrugs-
Hello you two.
-He shifts some papers about and glares at an illustration-
Come on, I need an alternate... Hopefully...
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Goldenrod
Joseph: Understanding that I don't know much...
-hiccups-
Is there anything I can do?
Another green world.
Goldenrod
-Deziree looks down at Snowy, and the curious camera.-
Deziree: Oh, hello there, little one.
Atlas
Goldenrod
(Snowy's immediate reaction is to squeak slightly and shift away from the sudden voice. However, she seems to perk up quite a bit upon noticing Deziree's face.)
Snowy: <Oh, um... 'ello. You're Deziree Galvani, right?>
Tastes better on the way back down.
Goldenrod
-Deziree's face beams.-
Deziree: Why yes, I am!
Dune: Hm?
Fwomph
Not that I can think of, unless you are familiar with a story containing a benign information broker that doesn't have world-devouring threats.
...
Have you been drinking or something?
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Atlas
Goldenrod
(Snowy beams even wider, leaps up to her rather diminutive full height, and extends a claw to Dezi.)
Snowy: <I've heard of you, miss! You like makin'... fings, right?>
Tastes better on the way back down.
Goldenrod
Deziree: Why yes, I do! I take great pride in the things I make!
Dune: Except Pierre.
-Deziree's face does this
◊.-
Deziree: Except Pierre.
Flying Colors
Goldenrod
-Sarah is around, still feeling generally miserable.-
Goldenrod, Near Sarah
-An odd pair of sounds happen nearby.-
*SCHLOORP!*
...
*PTOOEY!*
-A young lady falls out of a nearby tree with a thump.-
Selene: Owiiiiiie...
Atlas
Goldenrod
(Snowy quirks an eyebrow at the mention of Pierre and Dezi's reaction, but decides not to enquire further.)
Snowy: <I make sciencey fings, too! Like, uh... this camera.>
(She looks sheepish again as she holds it out. It bears repeating that the camera doesn't look unusual.)
Snowy: <Problem is... well, I know it should do somefink unusual 'cos I built it that way, but I dunno what.>
Tastes better on the way back down.
Goldenrod
Deziree: Oh, I've done that before! I'm guessing you want me to try and figure out what it does?
Dune: She's had to do that herself a few times. She's getting quite good at it.
Atlas
Goldenrod
Snowy: <...I hadn't actually thought of that, but it's a great idea! Fanks, Miss Dezi!>
Tastes better on the way back down.
Goldenrod
Deziree: Yay! New things are fun to play- er, do SCIENCE with!
-Dune rolls his eyes with a knowing smile.-
Flying Colors
Goldenrod
-Selene's presence snaps Sarah out of her funk temporarily.-
Sarah: ...Um... are you okay?
Goldenrod
Joseph: No, I've been crying and hyperventilating.
-sniffles-
Joseph: Anyway, you say you want to trim out the evil aliens, yes? How do we do that?
Another green world.
Mikon :3
Goldenrod
-Morgi is existing somewhere.-
Atlas
Goldenrod
Snowy: (giggle) <'Ere you go then, Miss Deziree! Yer newest toy!>
(She raises the camera as high as she can so that Dezi can grab it.)
Tastes better on the way back down.
Goldenrod
Selene: Ow... Yeah, I'm okay. This happens pretty often.
-She pulls herself up and dusts herself off.-
Selene: I was just about to head out of town, before I realized that the sun was about to set... then it actually set. And I fell out of the tree because the stupid Obscura mojo doesn't like me.
-Deziree takes the camera.-
Deziree: Wow, that's some nice aesthetic you've got going!
Dune: Very retro.
"O...kay."
"Well...I guess that's it then..."
He climbs up on Jovi and looks back down on Psyche.
"Guess I'll...see you around or somethin'?"
GIVE ME YOUR FACE