Group Communication

[Fusion]

If the shades are going to space... I'd like to come.

You sure Vix? You ain't... tired or nothin'?

Nah, I'm good. Always wanted to see how high I could fly anyway

 

[Disco]

...We are not going to burn up. I don't- ... Actually... Hm. We probably are capable of ingesting inorganic material... We just haven't tried...

Raven paused.

Oh, you will? Well- we should meet somewhere. What about the Crossroads?

 

[Fusion]

If burning up is a worry, I'm pretty sure my wax can help with that. I might have to constantly reapply it, but if Puddle comes with, then we should be fine.

...I ain't said I was comin' though.

Which is why I'm volunteering you. So meet us at the crossroads whenever y--

What's that? Krrrshshssh, going through, kokokrkrokrkkokcchchc, tunnel!

Puddle didn't respond after that...

 

[Namohysip]

Just asked Pop, moon isn't made of cheese, Owen reported.

...You actually asked?

I mean, with everything else that happened, who knows?

 

[Ambyssin]

Get help, Owen.

 

[Fusion]

Can you really blame him for asking, though? Like... look at it! It has holes, it shines usually a bright white, or a sharp cheddar orange... And it's funny to think about!

 

[Namohysip]

Well, if it was made of cheese, we could have found a way to use that to our advantage somehow. Cheese burns. I could have used Fire to distract whatever's down there. Or he could have thrown it at us as a distraction, kind of like Vix's wax. It doesn't hurt to make sure. After all, there are some places on Cibus where you can actually walk on clouds, and that's not normal.

 

[Fusion]

I feel like calling my wax a distraction is a compliment.

But ain't you made of wax? Doesn't that mean you're a distraction?

That's not how that works, but that'd also probably be a compliment.

 

[Ambyssin]

I hate all of you.

 

[Namohysip]

Huh, Bahamut sounds a lot like Diyem, Cal remarked.

 

[Disco]

I think he's just exasperated.

 

[Fusion]

I think it's c--

The connection to Vix's mind was cut out, anyone trying to focus on her specifically from this point would hear catchy elevator music. If they listened harder... very distant screaming could be heard.

 

[Disco]

(Like this?)

 

[Dragonfree]

The amount of milk you would need to have to make the moon out of cheese would be more than has ever existed on Earth. Cibus isn't big enough to have that many Miltank. It's probably just a normal moon made of rock, like other moons. Pause. Where do you get the milk on Cibus? Is it talking Miltank or do you keep feral ones?

Of course it's not made of fucking cheese, Mia. They're just being ridiculous. ...Where do you get the milk, though.

 

[Namohysip]

I heard you actually get them from Feraligatr here, Owen replied.

 

[Disco]

...I am very sure that the Miltank, no matter which kind, are happy to share. All you have to do is ask them if you want any.

 

[Namohysip]

Haha... yeah... Owen seemed disappointed nobody laughed. More seriously, though, I think a lot of it comes from stuff like soy or almonds, but I've seen mammal milk being sold at places, too. Seems more expensive, though.

 

[Disco]

Raven gave Owen a proverbial pat on the shoulder. It was an attempt.

 

[Fusion]

...Wait Owen wasn't being serious?

Could've fooled me.

 

[Ambyssin]

... idiot.