♊ 03 ♊ [Text; Backdated to within a few hours of spidevent start] As posted by our guest speaker

[thii2ii22tupiid]

[The writing is jittery, and sloppy and most definately not Sollux's. Like it was being written in the dark.]

We need help! We're in the great hall! And he's sick! I'm using his journal! Please come! I don't know what to do!

((Isabella got ahold of Sollux's journal after he got bit by a weaver :3))

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[Commentlog] ~12 hours later

[thii2ii22tupiid]

>Sollux: Wake up*It had been an odd experience, not being able to sense anything. Waiting to die, really. He actually fell asleep about an hour into it. Given the types of dreams his people usually had, it appeared to be quite a restless sleep (it was just normal, as far as Sollux was concerned, really) but he at least managed to not fall off the cot. Sleeping was kind of harder without the slime, after all

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

...most of a day?

*Damn. That was worrying.*

No I'm fi--*Or he would be if his stomach didn't chose to pick this moment to remind him it hasn't been fed in over 12 hours.*--uh. Yeah, food is good.

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[halfbrokenwings]

[She offers a smile and bows politely. ]

I am Isabella, by the way. I do not think I have introduced myself.

[She opens the door and peers out. She did not have a complex with spiders before, though perhaps was well on her way. It was clear at least, and there were no scurrying bodies. Absently she also rubs the bands of web on her wrists, those still haven't come off.]

Wait!

[An idea! She grabs a broom that is by the door. Now she is prepared!]

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

...Sollux.

Eh?

*He waits and watches as she get the broom, then starts towards the kitchen. The spider bite doesn't seem to be making him any more cautious about them.*

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[halfbrokenwings]

[She watches the ground and ceiling for the little skittering bodies and thankfully it seems to be free of them.

When they do reach the kitchen she places the broom to the side. And starts searching for place-settings. ]

Shall we have hot? or cold food?

[She was pretty sure she had seen some cold-cuts and cheese in the elaborate ice-box. ]

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

Whatever's fastest to prepare.

*He heads over to that ice box and starts looking through it.*

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[halfbrokenwings]

[She nods in agreement and seeing him at the icebox, she looks around for some bread and spying it, pounces on a loaf and brings it over to Sollux.]

I have found some bread to share.

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

They keep the weirdest food in this place.

*He mumbles, before pulling out some cold cuts. He notes her bread.*

I guess we can make sandwiches.

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[halfbrokenwings]

[She can not help but try to also peer into the icebox. She saw nothing odd there. Huh. She continues to look perplexed.]

A sand witch? Forgive me, but how do we make one of those?

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

You put stuff like meat or whatever in between pieces of bread.

*He puts the meat on a table and starts going through cabinets*

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[halfbrokenwings]

Oh! That's different.

[But, she is also distracted, she had seen a small wheel of cheese in the icebox. So as soon as Sollux leaves it, she also has the door open and is pulling out a chunk of cheddar and places it next to the cold cuts and bread.]

Cheese?

[She joins you at the cabinets, looking for plates and cups.]

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

Yeah, sure, I guess.

*He's generally leaving those he's already gone through open, so those are probably easy to find. Sollux doesn't seem to find what he wants, though, and gives up after a few moments. Too hungry to deal with searching more.*

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[halfbrokenwings]

[She pulls plates and mugs out for water and sets them down. She tears a chunk of the bread off of the loaf and hands it to Sollux.]

What are you looking for?

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

Grubsauce. But I don't think they have any.

*He takes the offered bread.*

You know you can just cut that. Or there might be an already sliced loaf.

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[halfbrokenwings]

Grub-sauce? Is it good?

[Her eyebrows make creases in her forehead. She is still perplexed. She puts some of the cold cuts on her plate and tears a chunk of cheese off the wheel.]

Sliced bread?

[Odd.]

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

Yeah.

Uh...nevermind.

*Explaining would take more energy than Sollux currently has, so instead he just gathers food for himself and starts eating.*