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video, @chronicler
(The feed flicks on facing a large tank, propped up on a desk. There's a slight shuffling; a hand appears on the side of it, and then Lucretia pops into view, peering through the glass. Those who already know her might be surprised by her altered appearance: she is noticeably older, and looks around fifty instead of her previous late twenties.)
Where did it go?
(She makes a face, then reaches out to her camera as if to end the feed: thankfully, what she had lost comes swimming into view at that exact moment in a blur of purple and electric blue, pressing against her cheek. It's a small jellyfish, hovering in the air. Lucretia chuckles, cupping her hand about it as she faces the camera.)
I thought I'd take a moment to introduce everybody to Junior. It's a voidfish– a kind of... (she pauses, gesturing vaguely with one hand as Junior curls a little tendril around her ear,) fish-esque alien, I suppose. From space? (It's complicated.)
It enjoys consuming memories, and specifically enjoys art, so I thought I would extend a request to the network for any kind of media they might like to share with it. Usually, giving it something to eat would erase whatever is given from the minds of everybody who has not drunk of its ichor, but I think the climate here doesn't agree with Junior's powers. Not according to some tests I've been doing; the memory loss is very temporary.
But I digress: it loves all things creative: paintings, music, poetry... So if you'd like your work to be judged by a fish, there's always that option available.
(She makes to turn the feed off, then pauses.) Oh, and if anybody knows where I could find an optometrist in this place, I'd be really grateful. My prescription has... changed some what.
Where did it go?
(She makes a face, then reaches out to her camera as if to end the feed: thankfully, what she had lost comes swimming into view at that exact moment in a blur of purple and electric blue, pressing against her cheek. It's a small jellyfish, hovering in the air. Lucretia chuckles, cupping her hand about it as she faces the camera.)
I thought I'd take a moment to introduce everybody to Junior. It's a voidfish– a kind of... (she pauses, gesturing vaguely with one hand as Junior curls a little tendril around her ear,) fish-esque alien, I suppose. From space? (It's complicated.)
It enjoys consuming memories, and specifically enjoys art, so I thought I would extend a request to the network for any kind of media they might like to share with it. Usually, giving it something to eat would erase whatever is given from the minds of everybody who has not drunk of its ichor, but I think the climate here doesn't agree with Junior's powers. Not according to some tests I've been doing; the memory loss is very temporary.
But I digress: it loves all things creative: paintings, music, poetry... So if you'd like your work to be judged by a fish, there's always that option available.
(She makes to turn the feed off, then pauses.) Oh, and if anybody knows where I could find an optometrist in this place, I'd be really grateful. My prescription has... changed some what.
video; @star-lord
You know, I ran into a tentacley-alien-space-monster, once. [ "Ran into." "Fought and killed." Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe. ] It hopped through dimensions to feed on power sources. Lots of teeth. Lots of tentacles. Sort of looked like what might come out of a John Carpenter and Jim Henson jam session.
[ A pause, as he realizes he's digressing. He clicks his tongue ]
Anyway. Any chance you could just set the little dude up next to a couple of speakers and play some music for him for a while? 'Cause I've got some recommendations.
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You ran into it? And you're still alive?
(No, the digression is cool. She has one hundred questions for anybody who has come face to face with the Hunger and lived to tell the tale. She almost forgets the rest of what he had said in her excitement.)
Huh? Oh– uh, sure. I have speakers on my phone and I've played it a few things. It doesn't like music quite as much as it does written work, but I'll happily take any recommendations that you have.
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(Also? He was kind of a big deal. But Peter’s a humble kind of guy, and he’s not likely to mention that.
Yet.) ]
Yeah. I mean, the thing tried to roast me alive and eat me like I’m some kinda marshmallow, but I came out of it fine.
... Him, not so much.
[ RIP in pieces, abilisk. ]
Maybe give “Beyond the Sea” a shot. Bobby Darin.
[ Is Peter going to give strictly ocean-themed songs as suggestions? All signs point to yes. ]
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One of those 'you should see the other guy' type deals or?
(She chuckles, then pulls her phone out to flick over to her music app, searching up the song title.)
D-A-R-Y-N? Wait, I got it. (She hits the title, and after hitting the button on the side of her phone a couple times to get the volume up nice and high, the song starts. Junior comes to a slow halt in midair and flashes curiously along to the beat, alternating between blue and red.)
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Yeah, basically. Friend of mind sliced him open. It wasn't pretty.
[ To say nothing of the smell.
When she starts up the song, he smiles a little. This was one of those songs he only heard every once in a while as a kid. His mother had a set of songs on a near permanent rotation, interspersed now and again with a random mix tape, and "Beyond the Sea" was more of a guest star than a recurring player. Not a favorite, but he likes it well enough.
The jellyfish's – er, voidfish? – reaction, though, is a new one on him, and Peter peers at it with interest. ]
Is that good or bad?
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(She likes the song though. Junior seems to be more contemplative: it continues to flash quietly along, though it does not move. Lucretia honestly has no idea if this is good or bad.)
It... seems good. Maybe. It's– uh, a fish? (So it's hard to tell.)
I like it though. Are you a fan of music?
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[ Instead of just... floating there. ]
And, yeah, I am. I've kinda been trying to collect new tunes while I've been here. They've kind of got a little of everything, you know? Multiverse and all.
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(Not flailing so much as shrieking, really.)
I think it's deciding whether it wants the song or not. (She gives it a curious look, reaching out to give one of its tendrils a little tickle with her fingertip. No reaction.)
Neat. I just found out you can put music on the phones, so my library is pretty small. I'll take any recommendations you have, if you ever want to give any.
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So, like, this thing eats stuff out of existence? Like, literally, it chows down and, bam, John Connor was never born?
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If you fed John Connor to it, it wouldn't have stopped that person from being born. Rather, it would erase the memory of that person ever having existed in the minds of everybody who had ever come into contact with them. Like wiping very specific parts of a slate clean.
(She glances at the voidfish, her head tipping to one side in consideration of it.) But, if you were to give somebody the ichor of that voidfish, they would remember everything that particular voidfish had erased the memory of.
But, in this particular instance it's a moot point, because this voidfish cannot seem to keep any memories from anybody for longer than a day; also, it would not literally eat a person. I think.
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[ And he repeats it back wryly.
And, well, all of that is still pretty unsettling, if he's really honest. It's weird and sounds like the sort of thing that might come out of a sci-fi movie, but apparently what Peter gets stuck on is, ]
"Ichor" like their blood?
[ His nose wrinkles in distaste. ]
That sounds like a cult-y sort of thing.
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I mean, I don't know anybody I'm willing to test the theory out on, sooooo. If you have any other ideas, hit me.
(Aw boy Peter, strap in for this one.)
Uh, not blood so much as the water that it swims in. From the tank. (Which may be better or worse, it is hard to say.) But yeah, you can say that again. I have been to places that revere them as if they are god-like.
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I can think of a few folks, actually. [ The kinds of folks who hold grudges when a charming, debonair guy like Peter robs them blind. The indignity. ] They ever show up, I'd be happy to point them your way.
[ As for that second bit, his expression immediately sours, but rather than sound disgusted, he snorts out a laugh. ]
Aw, dude. Gross.
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(She would never actually try to feed somebody to the voidfish but she'll play along with the joke all the same.)
Yeah, it uh, (she laughs at the expression on his face, nodding,) is pretty disgusting. I can't in good conscience recommend it.