090314-SeriadMeouet

 CA: Seriad walks down the halls, heading for the commissary to grab a snack

 TC: Meoueṭ has her face in a book, slighṭly ahead of Seriad.

 CA: Seriad trots up next to her, "Hi Meouet!"

 TC: Meoueṭ raises her shoulders in alarm... "Hello Seriad..."

 TC: Meoueṭ marks her page and capaṭchalogues ṭhe book. "On your way for susṭenance, I'm guessing?"

 CA: She nods, "Yep. So, how are you? We haven't talked in a while!"

 CA: "Last we talked it was about your... romantic purrsuits I think?"

 TC: Meoueṭ grumbles... "Righṭ. Ṭhaṭ wenṭ... well..."

 CA: "If you don't mind me asking... What happened?"

 TC: "I'm sure you've noṭiced your kismesis is missing."

 CA: "Kismesi-- Oh. Kate. Yeah, we haven't talked in a while actually...."

 TC: "I apologize."

 CA: "Eh, it's fine... I... don't really hate her anymore though, it was more or less just the heat of the moment... Where is she?"

 TC: "She ran off. I assume ṭo her Land, ṭo compleṭe ṭhe ṭasks waiṭing ṭhere. I had been sending leṭṭers... No response ṭhus far." Meoueṭ seems a biṭ pained? Buṭ her pokerface has goṭṭen beṭṭer over ṭime.

 CA: "Oh! You two were... Or... Are? Matesprites or something?"

 TC: "Neiṭher of ṭhose opṭions."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Huh... Well uh..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: Meoueṭ resumes walking ṭo ṭhe FOOD DISPENSIARY?

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Sorry? I mean, well... not sorry..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Wait, I'm confused, so things didn't go well between you two and kate ran off to her land?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Ṭhaṭ is abouṭ ṭhe sum of iṭ, yes." Meoueṭ says over her shoulder.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Seriad tries to catch up with her, "But..." She shrugs it off, these things usually sort themselves out anyways. "So what else do you have going on?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: Meoueṭ seems a liṭṭle surprised. "Ah... Some experimenṭaṭion. I felṭ back in ṭhe swing of ṭhings when I made ṭhaṭ elixir for Ryspor a while back. I can'ṭ seem ṭo sṭop now."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "What Elixir? Have I... Have I really not left my room in that long?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Gosh, ṭhis was forever ago. Ṭo help him wiṭh Libby's Primer?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Oh right, that."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "How did that go for him?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Ṭo my knowledge, he is sṭill working on iṭ."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: Meoueṭ readjusṭs one of her braids and ṭurns ṭo Seriad.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "I haven't been up to much of anything myself really! Studying up on my Majyyks and... other things."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Ah. Did you find ouṭ if your majyyk was applicable on females as well?" Meoueṭ raises an eyebrow.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "I don't believe so, just on sausages! I mean Penises. I mean males."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "... are you hungry..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Uh... Yes."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: Meoueṭ moṭions ṭo ṭhe line

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "I'm... not sure what I want to eat now that I'm here..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Suiṭ yourself..." Meoueṭ acquires a plaṭeful of sweeṭ ṭhings.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: Seriad collects a plateful of assorted everythings, "Eh, I'll just... eat everything I want and leave everything else?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: Meoueṭ shrugs.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "I suppose oṭher ṭhan sṭudying anaṭomy, you've made some progress honing your majyyks? Perhaps working ṭowards your godṭier?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Mhm!" She nods, "I've been studying with... PenisBeau to hone my abilities!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: Meoueṭ shudders. "I have heard human male anaṭomy is horrifying."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "It kind of is actually."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "They're like... these tubes looking things."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "And with the right stimulation Genetic Material pours out. It's really weird."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "I... hrm..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: Meoueṭ no longer ṭouches ṭhe pudding she picked up."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Science is science I guess."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Well, I suppose iṭs good ṭo know ṭhaṭ you're learning..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "I have some books if you'd like to borrow some!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "I appreciaṭe ṭhe offer. Maybe aṭ anoṭher ṭime. I'm sṭill researching some imporṭanṭ ṭhings."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Like what?" She pushes her plate of foodstuffs to the side and props herself up on her elbows

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Well, before Kaṭe lefṭ, she had asked abouṭ Legendary Weapons. I've been ṭrying ṭo find ouṭ how we creaṭe ṭhese ṭhings, whaṭever ṭhey are"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Beyond ṭhaṭ, I'm ṭrying ṭo ṭake noṭe of whaṭ our progeny may need when ṭhey arrive, as I'm quiṭe sure ṭhey'll be sṭupid and ill-equipped." Meoueṭ rolls her eyes.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Oh those, Doir told me how to make those. Just inbreed your instrument, and combine it with a weapon or something. I forget the exact details."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Just about as dumb as we were probably... Or... Are?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "... Some of us do noṭ have insṭrumenṭs."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "And from whaṭ I can see, ṭhe survivors are aṭṭempṭing ṭo improve."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Mm. We are..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "I said aṭṭempṭing..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Wow, rude." She says jokingly

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Honesṭy shouldn'ṭ be rude..."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Well, yes you aren't wrong!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: Meoueṭ shakes her head. "Really, I'm noṭ sure whaṭ ṭo do wiṭh ṭhis group someṭimes."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Eh, no matter what you do, or how hard you try... We'll always find a way to be awful."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Should I give up compleṭely? Whaṭ do you ṭhink?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "Well if you gave up we'd be TOO awful. And I like you around I guess."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: Meoueṭ shrugs.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: "Well... ṭhank you Seriad. Iṭ was good ṭo see you again."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> CA: "It was good to see you too, Meouet!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> TC: Meoueṭ finishes up quickly and checks her wrisṭwaṭch. She heads down ṭhe hallway in ṭhe direcṭion of ṭhe library.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"><span style="color:rgb(0,130,130);">CA: "Bye!" She waves