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.))

[bluetilator]

It is the entire world that offends me. It is nothing but suffering and putrefying flesh.

[say_thee_nay]

A dismal and unwarranted outlook. There is beauty even here, for those with the cunning--and the will--to see it.

[bluetilator]

I have no interest in beauty. All beauty is fleeting, just insects beating their wings against the passing of time in the futile hope they will not be returned to the dust they came from.

[say_thee_nay]

And thus is beauty precious--not in spite of its impermanence, but because of it.

Everything is fleeting, from the cosmic perspective... None of us shall pass this way again under the same circumstances, so mark them well ere they are lost to the depths of times past.

[bluetilator]

I cannot enjoy this grief.

[say_thee_nay]

'Tis a fact of nature. It need not cause grief if met with understanding and acceptance... Acceptance that this, too, shall pass, and understanding that moments are lost only when we fail to experience them to the fullest ere they depart.

[bluetilator]

Then do you not find yourself entwined with the humans? Do you not mourn their passing?

[say_thee_nay]

Of course. When comes the time, aye, I shall mourn every friend and comrade I have... outlasted.

But they are not gone from me yet. They are with me, here in this place--in the flesh or in my memories.

[bluetilator]

Memories do not comfort me. I am stuck in this moment of mourning.

[say_thee_nay]

Then thou hast my sympathies, milady... But a moment need not last forever, e'en in memory, e'en for those such as us.

[bluetilator]

If I could still slow down time I would not let this moment end. I am not yet ready for this feeling to fade.

[say_thee_nay]

So thou'rt savoring thy mourning...?

As thou will. 'Tis thine to choose what memories to keep and what to cast away, which to treasure and which to haunt thyself. But choose wisely--for it avails one just as little to become entrapped in the past as it does to forget it utterly.

[bluetilator]

It does not matter. I am trapped in this body and this camp and he is dead. I will do my job.

[say_thee_nay]

...

Again, my condolences for thy loss.