IC plot explanation!1

[fu_noobspeaker]

[Everything's been quiet since the Virusaur died -- a little too quiet, probably. Only those who ventured near the barrier would notice the perceptible differences -- creepy noises, strange, seething sounds, as if there were something lurking and waiting at the bottom of an abyss. There might even be the echo of screams, and for some who were there

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[theappleofhis]

[leading Elysia around the merry-go-round so that she can pick a horse]

[adroitism]

. . . I don't think any of us have had anything really cooked in ages . . .

[theappleofhis]

We should fix that, then.

[adroitism]

. . . If you're sure!

[theappleofhis]

I'm sure.

[adroitism]

I'm not gonna lie, we'd be grateful for anything. None of us are really cooks and we don't go by the mess hall either, so it's sort of up to whatever the ship spits out, which can be . . . you know . . . the candied apples are good, I guess.

[theappleofhis]

[. . . this is a serious problem]

I can start bringing food by.

[adroitism]

[we're total winners . . . ]

We'd appreciate it. I'm Jalen, by the way - the doctor of this crew. So really, I'd appreciate it because it'd mean they were eating a bit better and not whatever the ship feels like spitting out. Protein packs aren't so great after weeks on end.

[theappleofhis]

Gracia Hughes. And it would be my pleasure, really.

[adroitism]

If you're up for it! We'd be grateful.

[theappleofhis]

I'll bring something by tomorrow. Is there anything I should steer clear off?

[adroitism]

. . . salt. Our engineer comes from a race that can't process it, so he's on a strict "no salt" regime. Other than that, though, we're all pretty easy.

[bitchgineer]

Hello, darling.

[cutestgirlever]

[waves at]

Hi!

[bitchgineer]

And who would you be?

[cutestgirlever]

My name is Elysia.