(@Albert) Hastur: The distinction blurs on the level we operate. It should suffice to say that the devoured city's parts are integrated into Carcosa itself, and its citizens are for eternity frozen in time, like mindless dolls replaying the last act of decadence and debauchery which has doomed them. Nobody ever remembers the settlement in the world it was ripped from, though.
Hastur points towards the painting which he has finished and has now hung upon the saloon wall. Here's an explanation for mingled architectural styles of all ages.
edited 4th Aug '16 2:00:59 AM by TheRiddleOfCards
Eires walked into the End of the Line and ordered food (thank god the bartender took C-Bills[?]), then settled into a booth to eat it and work on servicing that odd revolver she carried
with a small toolkit. From the look of the gun, it's been well taken care of through the ages.
Pi Tide II Surface
Stab-Apple really was enjoying herself. Sure, she lost all her friends and her goals the death of a planet she barely escaped, but she still had her wits, she had her weapons, and she had a full stomach. Sure, she is having to consort with Hylotl more often than she was hoping, fighting huge monstrosities, and exploring strange, often uninhabited planets, but isn't that what she had been training for all those years to begin with? At least now she doesn't have to wear pants. As much as she tried to fit in with the humans, she really does prefer her native clothing to the uniform of the Protectorate. Which has now ceased to exist.
Stab-Apple would sigh at this thought, but she didn't realise how much she missed her freedom to do as she pleased, with no real limits, until the tragedy. Sure, she had to complete goals, but there was enough time to enjoy what she was doing, and finding settlements was just hard enough to find sometimes that it was a good excuse to explore the planets she chooses as much as she wants. Finding a cave on the surface of this alien planet, stepping over an Oculemon, she starts heading down into the bowels of the planet. Since one time she found an underground village, she is sure that it is reasonable to believe the Avian clues she searches for are possibly down there. If not, then the ores and materials she finds are worth it as well.
The floran fluffs the long pile of green leaves she has for hair in an attempt to dislodge some dirt that fell onto it, the red fruit growing in it similar to her namesake rustling, calls attention to her from some underground monstrosities. She quickly pulls out her spear and lunges at the same time as the beast, popping it. She has a pang of regret, realising it could have made a pet, but is quickly distracted by a glow. Quickly she realises what it is and grins.
"A challenge door!" the girl exclaims, running up to the ominous door, with unreadable glowing runes, "Yessss, floran loves challenge doorssss!"
Always glad to find a place to test her skills, she readily pushes open and steps through...
Middle of Nowhere
...to a dusty town, with the head and suns beating down on the plant girl's head.
"Wh-" she starts as she whips her head back around to look at the door she entered through, but the stops the moment she sees it is no longer there. Quickly checking her hub and equipment, she finds she is missing most of her stuff, including the delicious cooked chicken she was saving for lunch. Also, she seems to have lost contact with her ship, but the chicken is more important to the carnivorous plant girl. She groans as she looks around, spotting the town literally right next to her, busy and buzzing with effort to prep for a coming storm. She shrugs, looks at her silent communicator, then starts wandering into the streets, inspecting what she comes across.
Stab-Apple wanders not-so-aimlessly around the streets, staring at everything through a magnifying glass, making comments.
"Floran sssmellsss food here."
"Old wood is ssstrong."
"Person is ssscally and probably tasty."
She pauses and looks at the dragon boy without the magnifying glass. She blinks, sniffs him, then makes an attempt to lick his face.
Heliodor: (tries to read something alongside Quartz but is having difficulty)
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.Heliodor: What do these symbols mean? (Is staring at a perfectly legible book written in English) I'm a Heliodor.
edited 4th Aug '16 9:39:19 AM by RhymeBeat
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.Stab-Apple quirks her head to the side, then shrugs, "Floran doesssn't know what a Heliodor iss. Floran know what Floran iss, asss well as Apex, Humanss, Glitchesss, Novakid, and stupid slimy three eyed fish people," she says as she looks at the book Heliodor is reading.
"Floran can read that! Is human earth book. Here, floran can translated," She says as she points at the phrase 'and noone came', "That says 'and they all had fun."
Heliodor: I am a Gem. Heliodor is... (Draws a paper and pen from her Gem). A Yellow (writes a symbol) Hexagon (writes another symbol) Gem (writes a third symbol).
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing."..." Stab-Apple pauses while looking at the symbols, then looks at Heliodor, "Doess that mean you aren't made of meatss? Kinda like a glitch?"
She turns back to Quartz, "Yes, iss food. Very good, caught and cooked it myssself."
She then has a panicked look on her face and gasps, "Floran hass been rude! Floran forgot! Humanss ssay one must introduce themselves or be rude! Ahem!" She straightens herself up, and raises a hand in salutation, "Hello! Floran is Sstab-Apple! Who iss you two?"
Heliodor: Ueah. They're evacuating due to a nasty sandstorm.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.

(@Albert) Hastur: Most cities do. When they become too decadent, Carcosa devours and assimilates them, much as shards of myself can overpower and assimilate one another.