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Oct 07, 2011 21:36

Even with an unlimited gamut of food at your disposal, there comes a time when someone far from home must consume the sacred food of your people; the cheap, terrible foodstuff that speaks to your exile soul of rainy days and inconvenient colds and the place where you belong even if you would rather not. In Karkat's case that means starfish sandwiches.

The secret of a starfish sandwich is that you never eat the whole starfish. Bulk flavorless starfish food is cheap, and so in the bottom of the thermal hull of nearly ever low-to-mid-blood young troll is a tank of genegineered edible starfish in various stages of regeneration and assorted flavors. You don't even need the sandwich, although anything that makes it taste less like a starfish is recommended. Today Karkat is distracting his gustation blisters with starfish-lettuce-and-tomato sandwiches. We won't get into the horrors of Alternian lettuce, or what takes the place of mayonnaise.

He is eating a stack of them at the bar and drinking what looks and smells like ordinary black coffee. He's having trouble get starting today. He has his gigantic black ~ath text at his elbow, and he is logged as carcinoGeneticist if any of the early adopters from his announcement have any questions or problems.

[OOC: Remains open (but slow) oh let's say until Tuesday]

karkat vantas

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