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thefarshore2018-12-26 06:47 pm
trustheart) wrote in thefarshore2018-12-26 06:47 pm
video; Ishtar, March 13th
[The video feed is a first person view of a bunch of purple stuffed goats, mounted on wheeled platforms, chasing after someone who's running. Some of them have ribbons around their necks, some of them has attachments connected to their platforms for a variety of jobs. For those that know of them, they'd be recognizable as Hibiki's spy goats.
The camera moves to show Chris's face, who looks both winded and angry as she shouts at her device.]
THEY'VE BEEN AFTER ME ALL DAY! SOMEONE SEND HELP!
SHIKYOIN, DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT THIS IS YOUR FAULT!
The camera moves to show Chris's face, who looks both winded and angry as she shouts at her device.]
THEY'VE BEEN AFTER ME ALL DAY! SOMEONE SEND HELP!
SHIKYOIN, DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT THIS IS YOUR FAULT!
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[ Several empty boxes float past on the bubbles now. They once held name-brand, high-quality, guaranteed-the-most-top-class-clean-ever soap flakes.
And they're in a temple where more is more. ]
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[She lets out a growl of frustration, before popping a few bubbles containing spygoats.]
Oi! You guys! I'll buy you some easy-peel heart stickers if you can find me a mop!
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[ Oh! Stickers!
Stickers sound like fun.
The goats do their best to wheel their way through the bubbly foam, in search of the supply closet. A few do make headway, but one or two also find particularly slippery places and whir in place before beginning to slip backwards, and then float away again.
Hibiki's cat, in the meantime, scales her head to sit atop it and hiss at bubbles. Get away. AWAY!
The next thing to burst here might be one of Hibiki's veins. ]
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[She stares up at Hibiki.]
You! You seem to have more than you need of anything! You got salt and white vinegar in your kitchen?!
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SHE DOESN'T KNOW ]
Should the contents of the kitchen be my concern?!
[ Those are common items, though, so. Probably? Hibiki is not in a cooperative mood.
A few goats make it to the door, and venture forth on their brave quest. ]
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[ In fact, she's this close to being unable to think about it anymore. She has been exposed to too much absurdity already. If something doesn't change soon, she'll....
Two spygoats reappear, carrying salt and white vinegar on mounted platters. They're good listeners, and divided their efforts. Someone else is looking for the mop. ]
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[Oh good. Chris hurries over to the goats, and smiles.]
You guys really are smart! Thanks a whole lot!
[Chris picks up the salt.]
What about ice cubes? You guys got ice cubes? That can help us cool down the water and keep more suds from forming. If you get those I'll start spreading this around.
[Yeah, she's conferring more with the spygoats at this point.]
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Hibiki will therefore sit up here and crossly attempt to drink tea with a cat on her head while the goat who had had the salt heads off in search of ice cubes. The others whir in what they hope to be a helpful manner.
If there are things that need carrying, they can. Uh. Do that? ]
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[Chris motions for the remaining goats to follow her, as she begins moving about the room, tossing salt everywhere. You better hope this room doesn't have a wood floor, Hibiki.]
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The floor may have been better off covered in soapsuds, actually.
The remaining goats, thrilled to be Assistants, follow Chris and do whatever she requires. Hibiki turns herself around so she doesn't have to watch this, putting Rosalie on her lap and stroking her in a calm and composed manner shared by all villains and ex-villains. (Rosalie, placated, sheds on Hibiki's jacket.)
The goat in search of ice is faced with a quandary. It has found ice cubes. But it has also found a shaved ice maker, for use when the amusement park inside this temple is open to the public.
HMMMMMM. ]
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Okay... that's all the salt we need. Now we just need the ice cubes to cool down the hot water, and then we can spread the vinegar.
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1) ice cubes
2) the shaved ice maker
3) the syrup for the shaved ice maker (this goat got confused)
4) a gallon of double fudge ripple caramel chocolate truffle ice cream that it looks like someone's taken a bite out of with a spoon in the middle of the night
Hibiki slams her hand on her armrest. ]
AT LEAST TAKE ASSISTING SERIOUSLY!
[ The tower atop which she is perched
wobbles. ]
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That is, until Hibiki screams and her perch starts wobbling.]
If you don't calm down right now, you're going to fall!
[She turns to the goats.]
I just need the ice cubes. Save all the dessert stuff until we're finished, alright?
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[ The tower is aquiver with Hibiki's indignation.
The ice cube goat rolls forward, to be of service. The dessert goats figure they should head back to the freezer with this stuff so it doesn't melt.
Except for the ice cream goat, which tips its burden onto a tea table comprising part of Hibiki's tower. This is Maa-ster's, right?
The quivering worsens. ]
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[Chris spins on her heel, walking towards the nearest exit to the room.
When she gets there, she shuts the door behind her. No, she can't watch the horrible tragedy about to unfold.]
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[ The polteageist haunting Hibiki's temple has been waiting for the perfect opportunity to yank a chair out of this pile.
Chris may discover a wet piece of cotton stuffing stuck in the bubbles out in the hallway. As soon as she does, there is a horrific crash from behind the closed door. The letters KER-CRASH! even phase through the door, to land in a pile on the bubbles in the far side. ]
sorry, lost the notif for this
You alright, Shikyoin?
Re: sorry, lost the notif for this
Now it is a pile of furniture all tossed upon itself willy-nilly. And somehow, ending up at the bottom of it, amid the foam still scattered about in here -
Well. Being faceplanted gives her an excuse not to dignify Chris's question with an answer.
Behind Chris, a few spygoats with bulldozer shovels attached to their fronts roll in to begin attempting to excavate Maa-ster. Maa-ke way! ]
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[Chris lets out a heavy sigh.]
You'd better not be dead.
[And... she's just going back to try and clean up the soap suds.]
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They, uh. Shouldn't put salt on her, right? ]
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But maybe throw some over her shoulder, to improve her luck.]
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HAH. ]