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video, mid-october
Is this thing — how does —
[ Let there be video of one sorry looking rat holding his pearl as far away from himself as possible. Somehow, he looks even more disheveled than usual, with eyebags practically to the floor.
Those who recognize him might also notice his fur is looking extra wispy today. Perhaps even a bit see-through? That’s different, isn’t it? ]
Okay. Okay. Does... does anyone know Sleep Powder? [ There’s some unbecoming desperation in his voice. He’s just asking for a friend here. ] Yawn, maybe? Or — fuck, what — Spore?
[ Anyone with a keen-eye will likely note that he’s also not at the Spire, but the Archives. Lum Berries are more than welcome to bump into (pass through?) their new rodent problem if they so wish. ]
And no, a punch to the head won’t work.
[ Ghosts are immune to Fighting-type moves, as it turns out. ]
[ Let there be video of one sorry looking rat holding his pearl as far away from himself as possible. Somehow, he looks even more disheveled than usual, with eyebags practically to the floor.
Those who recognize him might also notice his fur is looking extra wispy today. Perhaps even a bit see-through? That’s different, isn’t it? ]
Okay. Okay. Does... does anyone know Sleep Powder? [ There’s some unbecoming desperation in his voice. He’s just asking for a friend here. ] Yawn, maybe? Or — fuck, what — Spore?
[ Anyone with a keen-eye will likely note that he’s also not at the Spire, but the Archives. Lum Berries are more than welcome to bump into (pass through?) their new rodent problem if they so wish. ]
And no, a punch to the head won’t work.
[ Ghosts are immune to Fighting-type moves, as it turns out. ]

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Different Earths. Different times. You get used to it.
[ He gives her a flat look. Him, a rat with a hunger problem, talking to a pink gremlin with an oversized hammer. ]
... Plenty of other things to dwell on around here anyway.
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What do you do when you're not, uh, being sleep deprived and concussed?
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... Quests, I guess. [ Which have also left him concussed, if not worse. He rubs the back of his head. ] Sometimes I help with kitchen duty at the Spire. Or I just hunt.
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You help in the kitchens? What sort of stuff do you make?
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[ If nothing else, Oran probably has the best food at this point. Also, he's somehow sliding into talking about meat with a newcomer again. When will you learn your lesson, old wolf? ]
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[ she lets out a small sigh, tiredly. ] What kind of tail was it? From a big Pokemon outside?
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[ Bigby does not realize how good of a pun that is considering Sanji's profession back home. He lets out a little yawn. ]
Slowpoke, actually. Those weird little pink things on the beach. They shed their tails naturally, so.
[ He's hoping that's enough indication that no, they don't have to kill them specifically for food. Suddenly, his nose twitches as his head lifts slightly. Seems like they've almost made it back to the apartment. ]
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Is that how you get the bread too? [ parvati no. ]
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[ Weird take.
Hard stop. ]
... What?
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[ she blinks twice. oh. ] Wait, is it not actually a meat--
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[ If he was less tired, he'd be a bit more tactful about this. He also has yet to meet a Fidough, for the record. ]
How do you get bread back home?
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[ she's shrunken back a bit in embarrassment. thankfully for the both of them, they still have their silly pearls, so bigby gets to see the glorious bredworm. ]
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[ What in the Frank Herbert's Dune. Just as Bigby gets a peek at those little critters, Parvati might just hear his voice reading over a description of a sandworm. Visuals from Bigby over the pearl are a rare occurence indeed.
But yeah, he also reads sometimes. His eyes narrow at the image now in his head. ]
That's— [ Honestly, not as weird as he thought it would be. He presses a paw against his forehead. ] ... No. We make it with dough. Flour. From wheat.
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[ not much different, but still better anyway. she raises a nonexistent eyebrow at the sand worm description. ] That sounds like a monster made up for a serial. That's cool.
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... Huh? [ Oh, right. That damn thing is still on somehow. He pulls the pearl out of his pocket. ] Yeah, for your sake, I hope they really are made up. Not exactly what I'd call loaf-sized. [ He scrunches his nose at his pearl with a soft growl. ] So what sort of aliens do you have then? There's gotta be more than... bredworms.
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Bredworms ain't exactly loaf-sized either. We cut 'em up real small. Mantisaur Queens might be on par with your worm, size-wise. Maybe. [ absolutely not. ] They're huge bugs that spit acid.
[ she awkwardly scratches the back of her neck. ] Oh! And Canids! My Captain compared them to dogs once.
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[ The thought of sandworms also spitting acid might be pushing it on the sci-fi front though. His head tilts, eyes focused on what's up ahead. Looks like they finally made it to the apartment. ]
Can you get the front door open? I usually, uh. [ Sneak in through some mouse holes. He makes a face. ] It's not exactly made for someone my size to open.
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Ta-da! [ she puffs out her chest proudly. ] How do you think I feel, I've been staying here.
[ granted, it's not been terrible on her end. she drags her hammer through the door and beckons him to come inside. ]
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Trust me, I get it. [ No sign of Six yet. His ears droop, but takes a swig out of the bottle he's been dragging behind him all this time. ] So what was that about a hot drink? Or was I just hearing things back there too?
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Do you have any preference on what you want? We've got, uh... [ she's squinting into a cupboard. ] hot chocolate? And some tea. [ girl who would kill for something with caffeine in it. ]
good to wrap here you think?
[ He's going to set that alcohol of his somewhere in the kitchen. Just not on the counter, because he's too damn small. ]
I'll be on the couch, unable to sleep, in case you need a ghost to haunt anything.
[ As miserable as he looks, he at least sounds a little less on edge. Concussion inflicted upon him aside, she's not so bad. At least she was willing to try something. ]
absolutely go tf to sleep bigby
[ a giggle. ] Get comfortable, I'll be over in a sec.
[ parvati's had weirder afternoons, to be fair, but the fact that she's experiencing things on par with her shennanigans back home's put her at ease a little. ]