FIFTY-SEVEN souls » a futile attempt to cook

[martelandmany]

[ Sometime this evening, the distinct smell of burnt baking wafts out the kitchen windows of house 8 (which is wide open to vent, because good lord do blackened cupcakes smell). Martel's emerging from the house with a tray of gross black objects, looking slightly dejected but somehow determined

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[lilblackfeather]

[ Cooro's coming home a little late, today. With the writing in the sky, the mushi, and the possibility that his ear is still in the works of having the Un removed, he's been staying out later the past few days. He'll catch sight of her in the front yard as she's staring at the sky. ]

Martel, do you see it, too?

fff 'mushi' went way over my head. What is it?

[martelandmany]

Do some people not?

The Un eats sound. It lives in the ear, but I think his is gone now. His thread just wasn't done yet

[lilblackfeather]

I dunno... I guess they can.

and that's what 'mushi' is?

[martelandmany]

I wonder who put it there... It looks a bit flamboyant to be the work of the scientists.

Well, that's what this one is. Mushi themselves vary. They're like... hm... an oddity of nature?

[lilblackfeather]

What's 'flamboyant'?

got it.

[martelandmany]

Hmm... 'Excitable'? And often feminine, as well.

Yuan is the opposite of flamboyant. Does that help?

[lilblackfeather]

Oh, so, something cheerful?

[martelandmany]

Indeed. You see the hearts? [That's what threw her off about the message. The hearts on each end, like it was written by a teenaged girl.]

[lilblackfeather]

Uh huh! I wonder why they did that... it doesn't look scary or anything.