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So... Been here a few days now. I'm Marjorie by the way. "Marj."

[Crunch! Carrots are delicious, you guys. At least, that's what it sounds like.An'f I'm not generally too picky, but what the hell are we doing here? I mean, is there some kind of jailbreak or are we some kind of fuckin' imported slave population or lab rats or- seriously, people,

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[personalmotifs]

[Cultural differences go!]

Captain Planet? Is, that a, human hero figure?

And, also, that cake looks very nice, if a bit, uh, sad. I mean as in, upset, and not pathetic.

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[inkstolen]

Capt- you have never heard of Captain Planet? Oh that is just plain unacceptable. You can not live like that! How do you even continue breathing?

You want some cake, kid? Come in, I'll give you a consult.

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[personalmotifs]

I--um, with, my respiratory sacs, which enable me to breathe, uh, but, no, I haven't heard of Captain Planet, probably because, of the cultural differences between humans and, trolls.

And, I'm not sure what a consult is in this context, but, I thought you said, anyway, that you made that, for someone?

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[inkstolen]

A troll? Fu- Heck yeah.

Look, a consult- [Shit, talkign to alien children, use normal-people words, Marj.]

What I mean is, I'm bored out of my skull. I made this for some asshat with a helmet, but I'll make whatever you want. The stores are.... really fuckin' weird, around here.

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[personalmotifs]

Well, you don't have to. I mean, I don't necessarily need a cake, but, if you really are bored, I wouldn't, um, object.

Oh, and, I'm Tavros, hi.

audio;

[inkstolen]

So bored.

[So fucking bored.]

Hey, Tavros. How ya been.

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[personalmotifs]

I've, been good, mostly getting used to, being in this place now. Uhh, how, have you been, aside from the previously mentioned, boredom?

[derrrp]

audio;

[inkstolen]

Eh. It's too damn quiet here. Bit lonely, the usual.

[So totally casual. This is a normal day and you are a normal person and this is a normal conversation. Surely nothing unusual is in the world, at all, ever.]

Keepin' busy. Makin' cakes. That kinna thing.

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[personalmotifs]

Oh. [Please don't mind the unsolicited empathetic drop in his tone, he can't help himself.] I'm, sorry, about the loneliness.

audio; I never got the notif for this, WTF

[inkstolen]

...oh, sweetie, it's not your fault.

[why so adorable, Tavros?]

Hey, tell you what. What kind of cake you want? Anything at all, go crazy!

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[personalmotifs]

I know, I just, thought it might help, um. A little.

[It is his gift. Listen as he continues to be unsure:]

Uhhh, if you insist, and, really don't mind, then maybe perhaps, thematically, um- could there be, fairies? Perhaps as the, sugary coating substance.