#coralcalypso

[absylphe]

Sefoni's stretching her arms over her head as if she's just gotten out of a great yoga session, splattered with the same viscera as you are. Everything is dead or unconscious now. All that's left to hear is wind, your heartbeat, Sefoni's humming, and the idling engines of a transport shuttle.

Something else -- a stuttering, anxious pulse. Far too quick to be Sol.

One more left.

You take slow, intentional steps up the catwalk and lazily turn your pupils up toward the lone pilot left over, training a rifle on you with unsteady hands. An ambush. He must have thought himself quite clever, hiding for this long while everyone died around him. You blink intently, head already starting to throb as you make eye contact.

You stare at each other. It burns discomfort through you like newspaper catching alight, but you hold his gaze for as long as it takes.

His hands shake. His finger tenses on the trigger aimed right between your horns, but he can't quite commit. Confusion, resistance, panic -- all flit across his face. You're too tired to panic. Too angry to loosen your iron grip on his autonomy.

"You have been working too hard," you murmur, watching his spine snap to attention, straight as a pole at the sound of your voice. "Go ahead, take a nap."

Clawed fingers flex, resist, shake with the effort, even as the wrists and arms move swift and smooth, mechanically. A roundabout motion, as if practiced.

With a full-bodied brutality you doubt you could muster up in your current post-strife comedown, the pilot crashes the butt of his rifle into the side of his own head, sending him hurtling horn-first into the board -- horns smash into the console, sparks shooting everywhere. Something oozes from the controls. Not blood, though, you'd recognize blood.

Sickkk.

Fingers to his carotid, as if you can't hear his pulse from here. He's unconscious.

You don't let yourself feel bad. He's only about thirty meters from a hospital, after all.

"Is there anything fun left to do in here?" Sefoni bounces up from behind you smelling like a rainbow drinker buffet, picking flecks of gore out of her hair and wiping her face with the remains of a sheer veil. "I could keep going."

"No, I'm afraid that was the last one. Come along." You pretend not to notice the little pout, the sulking as she follows behind you. "If you had gotten here earlier, there would have been more left for you."

Sefoni gives a maniacal little grin, all teeth and gleaming eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry for trying not to draw attention by acting suspiciously at the party."

"You should be," you accuse, a fondness in your voice even as you rub a thumb over your bruised knuckles. "I am glad you showed up, though."

The pod is enormous, filled with something that looks like sopor, though you can't smell it. Even from this close, it's hard to hear Sol's pusher. The material is dense.

The console it's attached to just reads like... gibberish. Tapping the haptic interface with your knuckle pulls up requirements for administrator credentials, mandatory blood sample, ocular scan, password, override key. Hal pipes up in the corner of your glasses to ask for just a second, but you're tired. And you're sick of this place.

Palms pressed to the surface of the pod, you close your eyes and let the space between you flood into your perception, hyperawareness singing across every nerve in your body. The molecules that make up Sol, the molecules that make up everything else. The exact delineation between stasis goo and pod exterior -- the silhouette of your friend's shape begins to take form. You pick out every strand of hair, every tiny membrane on her tail, each lash and itty bitty bump and pore. Her missing horns, her crooked fangs.

The pod is not too terribly dissimilar to an avocado, if you think about it.

Once you're satisfied you won't nick her accidentally, you press lightly against the pod with your palms. There's a clatter behind you as a razor-thin, perfect ring of metal you have teleported falls and clatters to the floor, dancing in a circle as it flattens to the ground. As if caught by surprise, the equal remaining halves of the pod split apart and fall to the floor with a clatter.

The viscosity of the slime gives you just enough time to reach forward and pick Sol out of it before she can fall to the floor, pulling her close to your chest, breathing weakly and covered in ooze. You take a step back, cognizant of your aching back, Sefoni behind you. You lean a shoulder against her, make Her part of You. The shape of you both -- the shape of all three of you, a 3D object rendered in space. Lightly, she places a hand on your back.

Reinforcements in 15 seconds. Escape plan?

"Take a deep breath," you instruct Sefoni -- it's the only warning you give before you're all standing in your transportalizer room, dripping slime and viscera all over the floor.

[err505]

DAYS IN THE PAST, BUT NOT MANY...

Cookie dough can do wonders in a pinch. The act of eating itself was incredibly uncomfortable in this body, but tasting worked fine enough for you.

You wonder where Sefoni has gone off to— couldn't be far, if things were this lax. There were only snippets of the conversation that were intelligible before you'd gotten close enough to hear the rest. Something about a bar fight?

“—So does the Empress creating abominations do it for you or nah?”

"...Her methods are unorthodox but her intelligence and drive to accomplish a goal is something that I consider admirable."

"Oh you want her BAD, HAHAHA!”

"Don’t tease him, he’s too focused on doing his job right and not starting a fight with the orphaners.”

“Aw c’mon, sis, how come you think it was me?”

“None of them would toss a full bottle of alcohol after perigees out at sea—”

The conversation comes to an awkward halt as they take notice of you. One opens their mouth, presumably to ask what you were looking for, but you wave them off.

You don't need to find her that badly.

Dialogue/Characters by: @coralcalypso

[feeling-horsey]

What options would come up if you could “right-click” people?

D --> This is a really weird one, Sefoni D --> Um, maybe: D --> Kiss D --> Fawn D --> Glare D --> Disarm D --> I don't know e%plode D --> E%plode would technically be an option

[graviconscientia]

△ what is your favorite color

Red! But oh, how I love blue so very much now.

0/10.

[mimebones]

I THINK MY FAVORITE WAY TO ABORT A GRUB IS BY FRYING IT WITH SOME SOSIG AND SOME BUTTER TOAST

[badgloop]

@coralcalypso

present for you

[therealslimstrider]

[trainstoppin]

Where were you born?

hey wait a second. these questions sound like the security questions my bank's website asks me.

[gho2ty]

@coralcalypso replied to your post “fake iinbox notiifiicatiion.. iintere2tiing.”:

The return of asks getting eaten.

​there2 alway2 more ii22ue2. returniing ii22ue2. new ii22ue2. cant get enough of them.

[nemorialex]

✦

send a ✦ to see how my character feels about yours

+POSITIVE:

You make me laugh ║ I am inspired by you ║ I trust you wholeheartedly ║ I consider you a role model ║ I am interested in you romantically ║ I am interested in you sexually ║ I am protective over you ║ I support you ║ In my ideal world, you are happy ║ You give me cute aggression ║ You have done so much for me ║ Your approval is meaningful to me ║ I think of you often ║ I hope you are a permanent fixture in my life ║ You don't get enough credit ║ Your presence is a mood boost

±NEUTRAL:

We are vibing ║ I like your posts ║ I respect what you've been through ║ I hope you get what you deserve ║ We may not be close, but I enjoy what we have ║ I wish you would seek help ║ Knowing you has changed me ║ I consider you trustworthy ║ You remind me of myself ║ I like bumping into you at the function ║ I idolize you ║ We share a lot of common interests ║ You're cool

-NEGATIVE:

I'm compelled to antagonize you ║ You grate on me ║ I do not trust you ║ I don't respect your life choices ║ I feel like I have to mask / dull myself around you ║ You've crossed my boundaries multiple times ║ I feel guilty over something I said/did to you ║I am obsessed with you || I have a grudge against you ║ You stress me out ║ You give me cute aggression ║ I envy you and/or covet aspects of your life ║I thinly tolerate you ║ Being around you sometimes opens up old wounds for me

@coralcalypso

[yifftwiceplz]

[err505]

♥️

someone get him to the glub 🗣️‼️

[reddeliciousauce]

aw fuck im not getting out of this breadless

[feeling-horsey]

D --> I'm so used to them lying to us that I'm not sure if Sefoni act001y is eggnant or not

[graviconscientia]

you mean to tell me this ISN'T exactly how this went?

[mimebones]

@coralcalypso

HELLO

YES I LOOK DIFFERENT, AS IF EVERYTHING HAS GONE BACKWARDS. THE MOTHER FUCKIN BUBBLE IS VERY UNSTABLE, SO IS MINE GHOST FORM NOW THAT I'VE BEEN KILLED. I HAVE ALL MEMORY HOWEVER. I AM HAPPY ABOUT THAT.