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*there's a smaller version of this giant preservative-filled techno-egg in the middle of camp today, with a naked cannibal demon jesus inside it. the tangle of glowing wires connected to and surrounding her obscures anything above PG13, but there's definitely enough naked to satisfy the trope. since it's hard to talk to anyone through the walls of the thing, there's a screen set up in front of it for her to talk with you through text, though it might become apparent that she could just as easily talk to you through email like this, or just by changing your laptop background at high speed.
her atma flickers as if she's trying to transform occasionally, but she can't quite manage it. she does not look happy. whether that's because of her current confinement or the giant sparkly banner above the mini-E.G.G. saying "HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY, CYBER SHAMAN!!" is up to interpretation.*
((I have SO MUCH TO DO TODAY, might slow down fast. o/ Edit: OUT FOR NOW))
her atma flickers as if she's trying to transform occasionally, but she can't quite manage it. she does not look happy. whether that's because of her current confinement or the giant sparkly banner above the mini-E.G.G. saying "HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY, CYBER SHAMAN!!" is up to interpretation.*
((I have SO MUCH TO DO TODAY, might slow down fast. o/ Edit: OUT FOR NOW))