Lachesistein: Open Log

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Who: Those who signed-up for the exploration
Where: Lachesistein
When: Today until the 26th (More or less, an open log for any time period if anyone wants to explore around)
Rating: up to R rated (if it gets to R, please indicate in the subject line)
Summary: Characters are exploring Lachesistein on their own time
The Log:

[ This is an open log for those who wish to explore Lachesistein freely, and it can take place any time between July 16th and 26th. For more information on Lachesistein, please refer to the Exploration plotting post. If something comes up at all, make sure to contact a mod with your questions or concerns.

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Comments

[legality]

And you're that really fucking crazy freedom guy. [ She would roll her eyes if she could. ]

Come here a second. I need your help with something.

[starspangledhero]

That's me! [ Any negative connotation was just ignored. The only word he caught was freedom.

He wanders over, holstering his shotgun in some weird back holster YOU'VE SEEN EVIL DEAD YOU KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE. ]

Yeah sure, what's up, Sniffer Chick?

[legality]

[ Terezi just shoves her nose in his filthy hippy clothes. ]

[starspangledhero]

[ He jumps a bit, but you know what? DOESN'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE. He just stands there and lets her sniff him. Smell the weed scent that clings to his clothes. The freedom that clings to his skin. The deserts, the forests, the swamps, the shores, the plains, the cities and suburbs and farms that emanate through him.

Also his BO because he is a smelly boy.

Except he can't really decide if her being like 13 makes this less intimidating or exponentially more awkward. The answer is both. As long as she keeps things above the waist he'll be calm and casual. ]

When you're done with that, you haven't happened to see a little blond girl running around here, have ya? 'bout your height and age, usually wears a white dress, sketches stuff...

[legality]

Haven't seen anything. [ Oh sweet manifest destiny. Sea to shining sea and everything in between. The blessing of God's gift to Earth, the scent of a million McDonalds selling a million hamburgers. The right to bear arms and bears' arms. Terezi will never leave your sweet embrace. Nothing will ever smell as miraculous ever again, even if there's the overpowering stench of Otakon on a Sunday. ]

But if she's who you got a letter from, she's probably not here.

[starspangledhero]

Not even the figures in the fog? [ nope doesn't realize she's blind she's going to have to outright tell him

she can also smell his hopes sink (and a little relief) ]

Why d'ya say that?

[legality]

This whole scenario has 'T R A P' tattoo'd across it in bright pink comic sans. You can't seriously think that all of our friends just suddenly showed up at this place and decided to deliver letters to our hives without contacting us directly or anyone noticing them lurking about. It's just a little too ridiculous, even for me.

[starspangledhero]

But what about these?!

[ We're going to pretend he's been carrying a rucksack the whole time. He dumps the contents out on a table in front of her. A sketchpad, colored pencils, crayons, sea glass, a paopu fruit charm. Things Namine would own. ]

These are all hers! Look! EVIDENCE!!!!!!!!!!!

[ The multiple exclamations points are audible. It's manifest in a practically screeching tone. ]

[legality]

[ She sniffs around the junk, pocketing the crayons when she's pretty sure America's preoccupied with something else. They are necessary for investigative purposes. Also drawing purposes. But mostly investigative purposes. ]

I don't smell anyone on them. Besides you, of course. And you're not the only one who's been finding shit. [ She pulls a black piece of shattered plastic out of her pocket and lies it on the table, next to Namine's things. ] It doesn't mean either of them are actually here.

[starspangledhero]

What're you, some kind of troll bloodhound? [ considering nepeta he would not be surprised.

She has the opportunity to grab some crayons as America leans in to sniff the piece of plastic. Nothing happens. It's like that episode of Arrested Development where Michael finds a paper bag in the fridge labeled DEAD DOVE, opens it, and says, "I don't know what I was expecting." Of course he doesn't smell anything he doesn't have super senses. ]

I don't smell anything. Anyway, not finding a scent of them doesn't mean something isn't up with them.

[legality]

[ Ignoring the comment about bloodhounds because WOW AMERICA ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND OBVIOUSLY SHE IS A TROLL DRAGON OKAY ]

Oh, there's definitely something up. But I'm afraid it'll probably be more nefarious than "oh no, our friends and loved ones are kidnapped! Come save them!" The fact that I don't smell anyone on this stuff [ besides your hippy stank ] also applies to the people who left this shit behind. I don't smell them. Which means they're either really clever or this stuff has been waiting in this city for a long time. [ and then she starts licking everything. ]

[starspangledhero]

[ BY TROLL DRAGON SHE CLEARLY MEANS DAUGHTER OF CYNTHIA'S POKEMON LANDSHARKS ]

'Course it's more nefarious than that. I figured if they've got other people here, there's gotta be something up. But supposing for a minute that our friends ain't here: the things are clearly theirs, and people are gathering up stuff that's theirs. So where are they getting it all? If they're drawing it in the same way they drew us in, how d'ya not smell anything from our homes on 'em?

This is some straight-up Scooby Doo shit right here.

[ he watches her licking in silent fascination for a full minute before he opens his big mouth ]

Okay I gotta ask: why do you lick things? Like I'm all for adventurous tastes and I like tasting new stuff too but you just take it to a whole new level.

[legality]

[ Shoving the paopu charm in her mouth for a few seconds before spitting it out. ]

It helps me see. [ moving onto the sketchbook now. It will be soggy by the time Terezi's done with it. ]

[starspangledhero]

[ It finally, finally registers that Terezi has sight problems. She might actually be blind.

Silently he raises a hand and slowly waves it in front of her face to test his theory. ]

[legality]

[ Nope, nothing. Too busy chewing on some sketchbook pages. ]

[starspangledhero]

[ He leans down and hovers nose-to-nose with her.

Can you see me now? ]

[legality]

[ She leans forward, papping her nose with his. Enjoy smelling the breath of a girl that licks things for a living. ]

Hello.

[starspangledhero]

[ He's made out with a vampire. Nice try, but no flinching. ]

You're blind.

[ He is Captain Obvious, the most oblivious Avenger. ]

[legality]

Astute observation. [ ]

[starspangledhero]

So you see with your tongue and nose or something? Like... a lizard-mole? Oh! Or a shark! Yeah, you've got the teeth for one.

[ definitely daughter of pokemons ]

[legality]

Like a dragon. [ JEEEEZZZZ she says as she spits out a wad of paper in America's face. Enjoy your spitball. ]

And I'm still not tasting anything either.

[starspangledhero]

Yeah, that's what I meant. Lizard-mole-sharks are basically dragons. [ duh.

he wipes the spitball from his face like it ain't no thang, but frowns at her comment as he manhandles the sketchbook away from her before she can chew on any more of it ]

What would you usually taste? Under normal circumstances. Let's start with that.

[legality]

You said a little blonde girl wearing white, right? [ damn it give that back, she will now be papping at America's hands to grab hold of the book again. ]

I'm assuming human or some variation of human. [ pap pap pap ] I don't taste any s'more-minus-chocolate little girls!

[starspangledhero]

That's right.

[ nope, he's got an iron grip on that sketchbook. this guy can lift a car no prob so you'd literally need a crowbar to get it away from him. ]

That sounds... really good, actually. [ now he's hungry for s'mores. BUT BACK TO THE TOPIC AT HAND. ]

Er, okay then. So if she'd touched this, that's what you'd taste, right? But what if someone else did? [ frowning ] Someone had to place these items around. Even if they fell outta the sky through some time vortex, there'd have to be some kind of signature taste on 'em.

[legality]

[ Daaaaang. He gets the sketchbook, but now she's pocketing the colored pencils in an incredibly obvious manner. Fuck being subtle. ]

Exactly. Which is that's so weird. The most I can taste is this dreary place. So either they're aware of my smell-o-vision, or something stranger is occurring.