thirteenth prediction | accidental video
--pid piece of junk.
[The device clatters on-- a dirty and scraped up but dainty foot seems to have been the one to kick it to the side. The video manages to record Merry, her pale face smudged with dust. An uncharacteristically derisive scowl is set on her face.]
I don't know why they want us to keep these things. Haven't they learned before that they're likely to start recording at any moment? As if we need more chances to show those City dwellers what we're doing up here.
[And she turns to start shoveling again, but she's soon growling under her breath. Her arms are visibly trembling.]
Pathetic. This body is starting to give out on me already. It's only been a few days, too. Ugh, the young ones are always so weak.
[But even so she continues, her work relatively slow. Not moments later, the cupcakes start falling from the sky. Merry pauses, sniffing the air. An elated look goes over her features that quite resembles how she usually looks when confronted with sweets.]
That smell...it's that smell!
[A cupcake decides to splat itself on her communicator's camera to obscure about half of the screen, not allowing anyone to see the slug work itself out of her ear. The disgusting squelching sound is still there, though. Merry is no longer slugged, but having been pushed well past her physical limits when she was, she can't stand up on her own, and so she limply collapses onto the ground, falling unconscious.
Rescue would be appreciated.]
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[ooc: Action for anyone who'd like to take Merry home!]
[The device clatters on-- a dirty and scraped up but dainty foot seems to have been the one to kick it to the side. The video manages to record Merry, her pale face smudged with dust. An uncharacteristically derisive scowl is set on her face.]
I don't know why they want us to keep these things. Haven't they learned before that they're likely to start recording at any moment? As if we need more chances to show those City dwellers what we're doing up here.
[And she turns to start shoveling again, but she's soon growling under her breath. Her arms are visibly trembling.]
Pathetic. This body is starting to give out on me already. It's only been a few days, too. Ugh, the young ones are always so weak.
[But even so she continues, her work relatively slow. Not moments later, the cupcakes start falling from the sky. Merry pauses, sniffing the air. An elated look goes over her features that quite resembles how she usually looks when confronted with sweets.]
That smell...it's that smell!
[A cupcake decides to splat itself on her communicator's camera to obscure about half of the screen, not allowing anyone to see the slug work itself out of her ear. The disgusting squelching sound is still there, though. Merry is no longer slugged, but having been pushed well past her physical limits when she was, she can't stand up on her own, and so she limply collapses onto the ground, falling unconscious.
Rescue would be appreciated.]
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[ooc: Action for anyone who'd like to take Merry home!]