( ♏ ) ii, mirror
[ along the side of the lake, there is now a PARTICULARLY IMPRESSIVE PIRATE SHIP. Not so much so in size, but the boat is rather ostentatious even in its scaled down form. This has become the dwelling of one Vriska Serket (who has most likely made herself known to everyone as Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, because honesty is for chumps), and where she has been spending much of her time, cut off from bizarre human cultural aspects that she doesn't understand, and generally living in avoidance of the sun. To go along with her new abode, she's made herself a PRETTY SWEET COSTUME ]
[ wait, try that again. A PRETTY SWEET COSTUME. Better! ]
[ out on deck now that the pesky sun has finally made its retreat, the good Marquise calls up the mirror, in order to grace the garden residents with her presence. Scattered around her are VARIOUS PIECES OF IRONWORK AND CRYPTIC LOOKING MACHINERY. People may well have heard her working night in and night out on it, hammering and sawing and welding, oh my. It is, in fact, the start of a DOOMSDAY DEVICE ]
[ more on that some other time ]
Soooooooo.
I've been wondering.
When's the next dark season due? I only ask because I honestly can't believe that we're going to be subjected to this many hours of sunlight aaaaaaaall day, every day! I don't mean to start a fuss, but I have to say that I absolutely feel discriminated against by this planet's division of the sweep, and I haven't even been here for a perigee.
And what the hell is the deal with the lack of slime, anyway? I had to make some aaaaaaaall by myself, after I figured out how to use that level-up grist on my oooooooown, god. Thanks for all the help when I first arrived, by the way. You made my post-death experience a breeeeeeeeeze.
[ wait, try that again. A PRETTY SWEET COSTUME. Better! ]
[ out on deck now that the pesky sun has finally made its retreat, the good Marquise calls up the mirror, in order to grace the garden residents with her presence. Scattered around her are VARIOUS PIECES OF IRONWORK AND CRYPTIC LOOKING MACHINERY. People may well have heard her working night in and night out on it, hammering and sawing and welding, oh my. It is, in fact, the start of a DOOMSDAY DEVICE ]
[ more on that some other time ]
Soooooooo.
I've been wondering.
When's the next dark season due? I only ask because I honestly can't believe that we're going to be subjected to this many hours of sunlight aaaaaaaall day, every day! I don't mean to start a fuss, but I have to say that I absolutely feel discriminated against by this planet's division of the sweep, and I haven't even been here for a perigee.
And what the hell is the deal with the lack of slime, anyway? I had to make some aaaaaaaall by myself, after I figured out how to use that level-up grist on my oooooooown, god. Thanks for all the help when I first arrived, by the way. You made my post-death experience a breeeeeeeeeze.