ITP: two awesome things. bubblewrap... and mistletoe

[velocivector]

[Today in camp, a strange plague has befallen the area. Spread throughout all the fields, over the cabins, and even through the mess hall are miles and leagues of a certain packing material! Yes, all around you are sheets and rolls of bubblewrap, fresh for the popping. Even now you may feel that niggling urge to reach out and just start pressing

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[bluetilator]

[popping ze bubbles]

This is strangely transfixing.

((Discover mistletoe near Illyria at your own peril.))

[say_thee_nay]

[Peril is practically my middle name.]

Behold one of the true wonders of Midgard.

[bluetilator]

Your bubble popping is not unimpressive.

[say_thee_nay]

Not being of Midgard myself, I can scarcely claim credit for it.

[bluetilator]

Then who should I direct my lack of disgust to?

[say_thee_nay]

Some passing Midgardian, I should think--specifically the genius behind yon bubble-wrapping, though I do not believe that individual resides here.

[bluetilator]

I am entertained by this 'bubble-wrapping'. Perhaps I can decorate Marcy's stronghold with it.

[say_thee_nay]

Thou wouldst need a copious supply, both for the initial application and the inevitable replacements for after that counterfeit kraken has her own way with it.

[bluetilator]

I would decorate with endless bubble wrapping. The sound as it bursts under my fingers is immensely satisfying.

[say_thee_nay]

... I suppose 'tis important to firmly comprehend one's tastes.

[bluetilator]

It would be better than letting her silo remain sparkly! The sparkles rankle me. I suppose even the joy of crushing bubble wrapping would grow tiresome with time.

[say_thee_nay]

Do the sparkles... ah, rankle her, though? Is it not her silo, and her tastes to be considered?

[bluetilator]

But what of my feelings? I guard the silo as much as possible! I do not rest as long as she is there to be protected! The sparkles constantly offend my eyes!

[say_thee_nay]

Close them more often.

[bluetilator]

I will not! With eyes closed all I could do is smell the foul stench of this wretched place, all the putrid humans and their decomposing walking dead. It is vile.

[say_thee_nay]

So 'tis the encampment entire which offends thy senses?

How unfortunate for thee.