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Who: Disciple and OPEN
Where: Here, there, everywhere.
When: March 21-25th
What: Various shenanigans from Di adopting a mutant cat that seems to be made of silly putty, painting, and other things. Feel free to ping me on my journal if you want to plot :3
Warnings: None for now.



a. meet pudding

[Di was surprised it had taken her this long to get a pet. It was so simple to do here on Earth, and she was in a position now where she could reasonably do so. Returning to her home day after day, with no company made for a lonesome experience. With everything that had been happening she really could use someone to openly love, dote on, and cuddle with.

When she entered the animal shelter, Di quickly realized that limiting herself to just one cat would be one of the greatest tests of her will she had ever undergone.

After a couple hours of cooing over nearly every cat in the shelter Di walked out a very happy troll, with a new pet cat on her shoulders. A pet cat that looked more like a big lob of pink silly putty with eyes that was currently melting down her shoulder.

His name was Pudding and she was enjoying a day out in the park with him, perched beneath a tree with a picnic basket next to them.

((ooc; so an explanation. I've always wanted to get Di a cat like Choo-choo Bear from Something Positive. Pudding is similar in attitude and...substance and is the result of your run of the mill crazy mutation through tragic/scientific means. Feel free to be completely and utterly disgusted by him. Or love him. Or hate him on a sincere and personal level.))]

b. painting

[With a small source of personal income, Di now felt she could buy things she wished for without guilt. One of the first things she had invested in was some paints and canvases, and she had been painting nonstop since.

As it was a beautiful day, cooler than some of the recent ones, Di had decide to work outside. She had brought along her canvas bag with some finished paintings: the sight of both of Alternia's moons in a starry sky, the Signless, Psionic, and Dolorosa gathered around a campfire, the market place of one of the many rural villages they had passed in their journeys. There were other paintings as well, not pertaining to her home world: the first look of Earth she had glimpsed from space, the city at night with all its bright lights.

At the moment she was well into another painting, working with a tiny brush at painting the likeness of the Cybertronian she had recently encountered for a second time. Orion Pax was someone her heart went out to, and she hoped that soon all things would become clear for him.]

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[private message to vanessa]

[scribes]

Vanessa? Hi, it's Di. Are you available?

[ She's currently with Orion who is not exactly in good shape. She didn't know who else to turn to]

[chapterfiveversenine]

[Legion's consensus buzzes at the sight of the painting. ORION PAX alias OPTIMUS PRIME recognized a young runtime points out unnecessarily--every runtime is monitoring visual input as the platform moves to engage.

The platform in question is vaguely approaching disguise, wearing pants, boots, and a hoodie with the hood up.]

Inquiry: identity of painting subject?

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[deadpartners]

[ Arcee's scouting out the city with her holomatter avatar when she sees the Alternian. She's since discovered there are a few trolls on this planet, but it's strange to see the Alternians here, mixed in with the humans. Cybertronians and Alternians have had a turbulent history together at best, and the idea that there are even a handful of them on Earth is a little strange. But stranger still is the painting she's working on -- it catches her attention immediately and she draws closer, watching Di work for a minute or two before she says anything. ]

Don't mean to interrupt, but -- would you mind telling me what you're painting?

For Breakdown

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How had she gotten here?

Di didn't know, but strangely it didn't particularly matter to her. It was nice out here, with the night sky high above her, with all its many stars. The ground was soft beneath her feet and a cool air blew her hair out of her face. The noise of the city was a distant din behind her, gone was the incessant sounds of cars, blaring music, people racing from building to building. The quiet she had always sought was out here in the endless sea of sand.

Her feet eventually brought her to a dune where she settled down. She began to drag a stick she had found earlier in the deep sand: a familiar scene, of days long past. Signless, Dolorosa, and Psionic all gathered around a campfire.

Then came other figures, scrawled on the ground: Karkat, Sollux, Orion in his truck form, Ben, Legion, Arcee's human avatar until she was filling the ground with all the figures she had met during her time on Earth.