[Open Mingle] Remember Me For Centuries

[achievementhunter]

Who: Chara, The Knight, Ginko, Hinata, Chip, Seto, Muffet, Ren, Xion- and anyone else who'd like to jump in!
What: Some exploration occurs, blood is spilled-- everyone has a picnic. In that order.
When: 4/20 BLAZE IT
Where: Ziziphus : C5 and D5 closed prompts, B5 for picnicking!
Warnings: Please post your warnings in comment headers!


CLOSED C5 - You're a cherry blossom

CLOSED D5 - You're about to bloom

OPEN B5 - You look so pretty but you're gone so soon

OPEN B5 - ???

Comments

myia ( ota ) will match format

[flyfisher]

[The people here are so dumb. They're just giving away food now? Out in the open? Myia shoves some of the fresh pastries and fruit into her backpack, in broad daylight and with no apparent knowledge that she can clearly be seen.

Back home, food was scarce for people like her. You had to kill and eat to survive. In recent years, since becoming a fisher at Maahi, she's been well taken care of, but it's hard to shake that instinct, especially in a new place.

So after cramming as many sweet things into her knapsack as it can carry, she sits down and sort of marvels at the flowers. This place really is strange. There are plant people, sure, but they're monstrous, and things that should be people aren't.

Like dogs and flowers.

If she sees someone picking flowers to form into a crown, she may blurt out,] Ahhh! Flowers will bite back at you! They'll get angry!! Poke with spears!

[catpiper]

[Look, Ren's not gonna judge someone that's smart enough to realize they'll need food later. While she spares a few glances this new(??) person's way, she doesn't make a single comment. Go ahead and nab stuff, it's fine. That's what it's there for.

And at one point during Myia's Grand Theft Foodventure, Ren takes a strawberry out of her pocket, places it on the ground and rolls it towards her. Try that too? Can she even see it? It'd make things way easier if she had said something versus simply tossing food her way, but. Well. She's not sure what to make of this person and just sorta lowkey watches from her seated position a few feet away. ]

[flyfisher]

[Myia Notices the weird-looking -- they're all weird-looking, aren't they -- kid, but tries to pretend like she's ignoring her. She starts humming extremely loudly, completely improvised songs that sound like no one with musical talent of any kind came up with them (which is absolutely true), trying to act like she definitely does not notice the kid she totally noticed.

But then the kid does something strange.

She places something in the grass and rolls it... towards Myia? Myia is fairly nearsighted, so she just sees a red blurry shape in the grass.

It looks sort of like a strawberry. Maybe??? Myia can't help the nervous squinting glances at its direction.

Finally, she decides, no longer will she hide! She's a grown woman! She can handle being watched! Everyone's watching everybody! Who cares! It's just that everyone's jealous of her beauty that they're always watching her!

With wild eyes, she spins on a heel and marches directly for the strawberry, recognizes it as a strawberry, picks it up angrily, and brandishes it at the girl.]

What do you think you're doing!! Can't you hold onto your own food?? Should learn better! Know better! Not smart like me! See what happens when you drop your food!!!

[And from behind Myia's lips unfurls a short proboscis which starts to suck tiny bites of strawberry right in front of the girl. That'll show her.]

[catpiper]

[The goal was to feed this weird person and it shouldn't be a surprise to have the fly girl's full attention after her lowkey attempt to toss food her way. And yet, she looks started all the same at the random scolding? Compliment? Because see what happens and strawberry sucking lines up with, what she would consider, a victory-Ren fed her. She likes it. Win-win.

Maybe?

It's hard tell.]

It's okay. I wanted you to hold that food. I have more-

[And from her grubby pockets, she pulls out a few Choice Fruits. Gross pocket flavor is the new exotic seasoning for all island food. Try it in your fruit, your fish-it's great.]

Do you want to eat these too?

[flyfisher]

[She wanted to give her food? Myia squints at the child. And then she's offered even more! What in the world.]

Are you a waitress? Child labor? Giving away food. No such thing. I'm not paying you anything.

[But she continues slurping up the strawberry at a rapid pace.]

Give me your fruits, waitress.

[catpiper]

My name isn't waitress-it's Ren.

[Somehow that ends up being the takeaway. It's not like payment is necessary. She isn't manning Spicy Treasures today and these aren't treasures she's handing over, just food she had been attempting to give her to begin with.

But, okay. She ambles closer to the fly girl, drops her bag in front of her and digs out the fruity contents with both hands. Fruit after bizarre fruit is placed on the ground and she even digs in her pockets for some leftover strawberries. Lint makes you strong, Myia.]

Is that enough?

[flyfisher]

[All this free food... Myia doesn't care about lint, she cares about the sweet flesh of a strawberry in her midgut.

But then the creature-child -- Ren -- asks if it's enough. Is it enough?]

...If I say no will you give me more?

[catpiper]

Yes.

[The answer is quick, honest and without hesitation-adults need more food than she does. It would make sense the bits and pieces of fruit she collected weren't enough. It's far easier to share whatever she manages to hoard with those around her, now that she isn't starving day to day.]

You can take the rest.

[Which means Myia now receives the small, smushed pieces from the depths of her bag, hidden below the rocks and flowers.]

That's all. You can't eat the other treasures.

[flyfisher]

[Myia quickly gathers up all the foodstuff, hoarding it greedily into her bag. Hell yeah. This child is good. Myia has decided she trusts this child wholeheartedly now.]

Mame's Myia. You're good at getting food. Too young to be a forager.

[She snacks on some fruit as she talks, though it's difficult to enunciate around a proboscis so she only goes between bites.]

[catpiper]

[The compliment isn't lost on her-she is good at getting food and beams at her fly friend. Even before the elves and Seto came into her life, she could figure out what food was covered in mold and which was safe enough to eat! Trial and error's a terrible method to play around with, but she perfected it over the years.

Not that it's difficult to get food when it's placed on a platter and all it takes is one arm sweep across to shove it in your bag. Still.]

When you get hungry again, you have to look at your stone and say 'Ren, help me get food' and I'll come find you. We can share.

[Whether it's random fruit, coconuts or chef created delicacies, She Will Share.]

[flyfisher]

[Myia grins and nods her head enthusiastically.]

I'm a fisher! Very good at fishing all the puny fake fish in the ocean! Very good! Can you fish? Do you need help fishing? I can start fires and grill too! We can share a feast! Fish and fruit! Blackberry molasses! Got sugar for it!

[This child is now Hers. Move over, elf camp.]

[catpiper]

[This has escalated beyond her control in record time. Not that she needs to think too hard on what's happening because she's getting offered fish and fruit and whatever molasses is? Yeah, she's on board.

Let's roll, Myia.]

I can-

[What. Can she do? Not fish or grill, that's for sure.]

I'll help you make spicy eggs and find fish in the water. I'll look for their shadows and point at them.