"Are you worried about your eye bot getting rusty? We've got some spare oil." Homer asked Emily as he worked on coating his gun parts.
We Are Our Avatars X (Closed, Ended)
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"Because it's polite. I don't care where you get your attitude from, but you have to learn to respect personal space." Her hands were on her hips, with a slightly peeved expression on her face.
"My titanium alloy chassis will not need oiling as it doesn't tarnish or have points of articulation. I will alert if I need maintenance." It then slided open the top of its casing to reveal a layer of solar panels to help charge its cells.
OOC: Headed out to a doctor's appointment.
"My titanium alloy chassis will not need oiling as it doesn't tarnish or have points of articulation. I will alert if I need maintenance." It then slided open the top of its casing to reveal a layer of solar panels to help charge its cells.
OOC: Headed out to a doctor's appointment.
Earlier
"Oh, I know. I just thought I'd be of some company on the way", Timea responded, raising her lower arms to an angle, and gave a small shrug. "But all right, then." Stopping, Timea turned towards Sibylla. "And in case it comes up, I suggest not telling anyone why you wear your blindfold. People might be indifferent to you right now, but that could change in an instant if they knew. That also goes for anything that could be interpreted as magic."
[color=9f2089]"I just figure we might as well all try and be nice, what with us all being stuck in the same boat and all, literal and figurative."[/color] Cybil said to Bruce.
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"If ya'll thinks it's best, ahlright, ah kin keep it to mahself." Sibylla replied to Timea.
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"If ya'll thinks it's best, ahlright, ah kin keep it to mahself." Sibylla replied to Timea.
"But I am!" Hillary replied back to Timea asking if she was sure or not, puffing out her cheeks somewhat. "I'm not that shaper thingy, I'm Hillary, and... and Hillary's don't have feets like this." She continued, looking back at her feet again, their toes wiggling as it seemed like she had motion in them.
Hillary did indeed watch Timea's little shapeshifter display of her shoe turning into a foot. Hillary would watch it for a time more before looking up at Timea again. "Is that how you barfed on your arm before?" She asked in a matter of fact way.
Hillary did indeed watch Timea's little shapeshifter display of her shoe turning into a foot. Hillary would watch it for a time more before looking up at Timea again. "Is that how you barfed on your arm before?" She asked in a matter of fact way.
Earlier
"All right, than. I'll come get you when I'm done", Timea stated, giving Sibylla a single pat on the shoulder."See you in a bit~"
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Not earlier
At Hillary's question, Timea looked on a bit surprised, then let out a laugh. "Oh, that? That wasn't precisely 'barfing on my arms'. That was spraying water over them to wash them off, Timea stated, after her laugh died down. "But, no. That wasn't shapeshifting, but a different ability."
Although Hillary wouldn't immediately join into the laughter herself, by the tail end she was starting to giggle a little, swept up by the infectious effect of a laugh. When told she'd done it to water her hands off, Hillary seemed confused, her head tilting as some of the fleshy dreadlocks flopped over her shoulder. "Why didn't you just eat it off then? Did that stuff taste gross?" She asked curiously.
"Well, I would have, but I haven't sure how you'd react to that. Not everyone takes well to seeing someone lick blood off their hands", Timea answered. She wasn't sure why Hillary used the word "eat" instead of "lick", but didn't think too much on it. "But speaking of eating; Are you hungry? I was just preparing some food."
"Oh." Hillary replied to Timea's talk of blood. "So is it like when Nathan makes jokes about Ms. Frank's bum, and mom doesn't think it's very funny?" Hillary asked after some thought, apparently not quite getting what Timea had meant.
"I'm kinda hungry." Hillary answered back, putting a index finger close to her mouth, possibly pondering. By her mannerisms though, she didn't seem overly starving, and more just peckish.
"I'm kinda hungry." Hillary answered back, putting a index finger close to her mouth, possibly pondering. By her mannerisms though, she didn't seem overly starving, and more just peckish.
"Not entirely", Timea answered. While she spoke, Timea altered her foot to looking to be wearing a shoe again, and then stood up and began walking towards the carcass of the shark. "It's more like that it doesn't fit with people's notion of what's normal. And when that happens, they're ever so quick to become negative towards you."
When reaching the shark, Timea would stand by it, looking to Hillary to see how she would react. The shark creature was cut from the throat to the pelvic fins, and half gutted, with the entrails, liver, and emptied stomach laying besides it. To someone not used to it, the smell coming from it all was extremely pungent, a mixture of general blood and gastric gasses.
When reaching the shark, Timea would stand by it, looking to Hillary to see how she would react. The shark creature was cut from the throat to the pelvic fins, and half gutted, with the entrails, liver, and emptied stomach laying besides it. To someone not used to it, the smell coming from it all was extremely pungent, a mixture of general blood and gastric gasses.
Once Timea started leaving, Hillary would watch her go. Not being used to having legs, she'd understandably have little knowledge of such locomotion. Even so, after a little work, she managed to get up on her feet and start walking off the flesh mound she was on, albeit slowly. "H-Hey! Wait!" She called out as Timea seemed to just up and leave her.
Once Hillary had stepped off the mound, her feet sank pretty deep into the sand, catching her off guard as she flopped to the ground. She would try getting back up, but by that point she seemed to have converted back to her previous sand form. Likewise the flesh mound seemed to convert to sand as well a short time after Hillary had gotten off of it. Hillary would quickly try to catch up to Timea, doing her sort of shuffle-glide-run with her half legs.
Hillary didn't seem to actually mind the shark all that much sight wise, it was clear she could see this odd thing sitting there from a pretty good distance, her head craning this way and that to get a better look. Even up close she didn't seem to react to the guts visually. The smell however was a different story, which quickly had Hillary pinching her nose once the winds changed and the smell swept over to them. "Eww, I don't wanna eat that. It smells funny." She commented in a frank manner.
Once Hillary had stepped off the mound, her feet sank pretty deep into the sand, catching her off guard as she flopped to the ground. She would try getting back up, but by that point she seemed to have converted back to her previous sand form. Likewise the flesh mound seemed to convert to sand as well a short time after Hillary had gotten off of it. Hillary would quickly try to catch up to Timea, doing her sort of shuffle-glide-run with her half legs.
Hillary didn't seem to actually mind the shark all that much sight wise, it was clear she could see this odd thing sitting there from a pretty good distance, her head craning this way and that to get a better look. Even up close she didn't seem to react to the guts visually. The smell however was a different story, which quickly had Hillary pinching her nose once the winds changed and the smell swept over to them. "Eww, I don't wanna eat that. It smells funny." She commented in a frank manner.
As Hillary called out to her to wait, Timea did so, turning to face Hillary. She was about to ask if Hillary needed some help in getting around, when she saw Hillary turning to be made of sand once again. Although confused by this, she opted to try and work out why this happened later, not wanting to let the shark carcass bask in the sun for longer then was necessary.
When at the shark, and noting Hillary didn't mind the sight, Timea smiled a little, pleasantly surprised by the lack of any reaction to it."That's just how freshly cut meat smells, you'll get used to it," she answered, turning to the shark, and grew a lengthy nail again, reaching into the cavity and resuming her gutting work thereafter. "More over, the things we'll be eating will smell more nicely once it's been roasted." she continued while working.
"Which brings me to this question; Now what do you think we should eat first, and why?"
When at the shark, and noting Hillary didn't mind the sight, Timea smiled a little, pleasantly surprised by the lack of any reaction to it."That's just how freshly cut meat smells, you'll get used to it," she answered, turning to the shark, and grew a lengthy nail again, reaching into the cavity and resuming her gutting work thereafter. "More over, the things we'll be eating will smell more nicely once it's been roasted." she continued while working.
"Which brings me to this question; Now what do you think we should eat first, and why?"
"I'dunno, that stinks pwetty bad." Hillary shook her head, not seeming to believe Timea's comment about her getting used to the smell. Even with the additional information that it would smell much better after being roasted, if Timea looked back to Hillary she'd notice Hillary was still very skeptical about this idea.
While Timea worked, Hillary had been looking around at the shark itself, wondering quietly what this thing was. When asked about what they should eat, Hillary looked back over to Timea, then to the shark. "Uuh..." she groaned loudly, visibly trying to think as she poked her head with her finger, her brow crossed in deep concentration as if somehow that would make her smarter.
"I wanna eat the thing that, doesn't taste bad. Because, I don't wanna eat that part if it does." She eventually said, bluntly.
While Timea worked, Hillary had been looking around at the shark itself, wondering quietly what this thing was. When asked about what they should eat, Hillary looked back over to Timea, then to the shark. "Uuh..." she groaned loudly, visibly trying to think as she poked her head with her finger, her brow crossed in deep concentration as if somehow that would make her smarter.
"I wanna eat the thing that, doesn't taste bad. Because, I don't wanna eat that part if it does." She eventually said, bluntly.
"Well, that's perfectly reasonable, isn't it~?" Timea asked with a small chuckle at the end of her sentence, amused by Hillary's answer. "Buuuut, there is more to it then just choosing something that doesn't taste bad. You see, if you leave meat, it's going to start to rot, and after a point, you won't be able to eat it any more. So, unless you're sure you'll be able to eat everything in one go, you're going to have to eat the parts that'll rot faster,", she explained, pulling out the shark's kidneys, and putting the organs down with the rest of the pile.
"And the things that will rot the quickest are the wet, squishy bits like these", Timea said next, turning towards Hillary, and pointing down to the organ pile. "With sunny weather like this, these will stay good for only a day, at most."
"And the things that will rot the quickest are the wet, squishy bits like these", Timea said next, turning towards Hillary, and pointing down to the organ pile. "With sunny weather like this, these will stay good for only a day, at most."
"Bu-bu-but!" Hillary exclaimed, pointing both hands at the giant shark in a 'I can't even' manner. "The meat's so big?! I can't eat all that!" She continued, missing the point that Timea intended to be eating nearly all of the creature.
Even with all the organs on the ground, being pulled out and cut from sections, Hillary didn't seem to bat much of an eye at it. Either she was preoccupied with the sheer size of the creature that could have eaten her for a snack, or plain ignorant.
Even with all the organs on the ground, being pulled out and cut from sections, Hillary didn't seem to bat much of an eye at it. Either she was preoccupied with the sheer size of the creature that could have eaten her for a snack, or plain ignorant.