Reflected and Defected

Indie rp blog for Roa Umbramaker, aka the Lor Starcutter's mirror world equivalent. Magoroa, Magolor's mirror world alternate, is also available for interaction. This blog will act as somewhat of a sister blog to interdimensional-ship. Mun follows from galacticnova3.

[gambling-duelist-blog]

Let's play the 'Word Association Game'! Send my muse a word, any word, and they'll respond with the first word that comes into their head.

[reflected-ship]

It snew.

“… Snowed.<”

Alas, she doesn’t get it.

[reflected-ship]

She’s noticed an uptick in activity in and around a cave several miles from her usual mooring spot within the last few days…

Needless to say, she is considering relocating. Just to be safe.

[reflected-ship]

Do you have girl power

The Umbramaker has, at this point, come to expect the occasional uninvited gray guest. No matter how far away she gets from civilization, they always seem to find her. Most likely through the use of magic of some sort, though in a form she cannot detect. Which is a shame, because if she could sense the magic at play, she’d be able to anticipate their arrival. At least this one isn’t being particularly obnoxious, merely asking a nonsensical question.

“I don’t know what that is.<”

This isn’t the first time ‘girl power’ has been mentioned to her, but she doubts it could be anything that would pertain to herself or her interests; as a result she has no motivation to make any real effort to determine what it is. At least, that’s her reasoning for not trying to find out before. Now that it’s been mentioned yet again, not knowing is more bothersome. There’s a group of people she could ask, but last time she asked them about this sort of thing it ended in her being the butt of a joke. As of now the time and effort to get an answer still doesn’t seem warranted.

Did Roa utilize girl power when she left Magoroa to fend for himself the second she regained consciousness and realized he was there?

[reflected-ship]

Oh god... It's me, Roa. *I'm* Grandpa Piss!

… Nothing. No outward reaction whatsoever. Perhaps an attempt to make the anon lose interest, or perhaps just a case of being so lost as to what the context or meaning of this statement could be that it wraps around to acceptance that she will never know what the fuck they meant by that.

Hey, at least she didn’t just turn around and leave this time!

[reflected-ship]

Headcanon Generator Meme

Roa

1. Roa has an intense fear of people.

“Being wary of strangers does not mean I am afraid of people, and neither does my choice to keep to myself rather than seeking to expand my social circle.<”

She doesn’t have an intense fear, she just has trust issues and paranoia that happen to be directly tied to her interactions with others. Huuuuge difference.

2. Roa will remind others in the midst of chaos how good *they're* being.

“No, I wouldn’t.<”

She would, however, probably say something along the lines of “I shouldn’t have to deal with this”, or remark that she doesn’t want to be there— if the chaotic situation involves the few people she actually knows, that is. Otherwise, expect silence and the avoidance of anything that might bring attention to herself. But what else is new…

3. Roa can drive.

“… If one were to equate utilizing my own means of locomotion as driving, I guess. I personally don’t, as driving generally implies the use of a land-based vehicle that also isn’t one’s own body.<”

4. Roa is asexual.

Looks like the generator wanted to state the obvious here.

5. Roa desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one.

“…..<”

Ah… She doesn’t want to talk about this one, it seems. Perhaps a little too accurate for comfort. Or the ship is in denial.

Magoroa

1. Magoroa has been canceled on Twitter.

“… I don’t know what that is.”

Unlike his counterpart in the Overworld, this mage isn’t borderline terminally online. If he was this would absolutely be true, though. He IS a scammer.

2. Magoroa is awful with kids.

“Maybe, I don’t know. The demographic where I live doesn’t exactly include a lot of children.”

3. If someone they knew commited a crime, Magoroa would cover for them.

“… Depends on how I came to know them. And which side gives the better deal. It’s an eye for an eye out here, but if it doesn’t have to be mine, may as well pawn off someone else’s. I’m sure folks would do the same to me.”

4. It would not take much for Magoroa to turn evil.

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

To be fair, that was way more true in the past than it is now.

5. Magoroa has not showered in two and a half weeks.

“Stars forbid I want to avoid freezing to death in this dumb cave. There’s not even running water here, let alone soap and whatnot.”

Unfortunately, two and a half weeks is being very, very generous. Try closer to a few months... At least the cold climate makes it less obvious.

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[reflected-ship]

Roa doesn’t understand this whole “booping” business, other than that it is mildly disruptive. It seems like something that would appeal to Lor, not herself.

At least it’s opt-in…

[reflected-ship]

Oh. Would you look at that. It’s been five years since she made the decision to have an online presence in the social manner.

It’s hard to say whether she regrets that choice or not. Or, rather, if she completely regrets it or not…

[reflected-ship]

what if you went outside and saw slender man what would you do

Oh, great— one of those people again… As lonely as it gets out here, she isn’t exactly thrilled about the company, what with her prior experiences with anons and all.

At least they just asked a simple, albeit nonsensical question.

“One, I don’t know who or what that is. Two, I can’t “go outside”. I’m already outside. There are no indoor areas designed for someone of my size around here, and, quite frankly, I have no interest in seeking out such a location. I’ve already spent far too much of my existence in an enclosed space for my liking.<”

[reflected-ship]

The dashboard as in like. the outside part of the boat. That dashboard. The

Roa does not have any type of external dashboard, unless one were to really stretch the definition and count her emblem. Perhaps later Umbramaker models would have something to serve that function, but for her, the potential for debris to hit her dome is a normal risk of flying. Usually it isn’t a problem, but if someone throws a sticky hand at her again she’s going to be upset.

[reflected-ship]

Give it a treat :(

As she is a spaceship and cannot properly emote, please imagine someone simultaneously shaking like a small dog and pinching the bridge of their nose.

“Someone I do not recognize just showed up in my interior at random— a feat which should not even be possible— and I am supposed to give them something and act as if what happened is normal?<”

Given the circumstances, or, rather, her perspective of the circumstances, she’s doing a great job of outwardly keeping herself together. In all fairness this was a pretty big violation of privacy and comfort, though; quite a few steps beyond just not knocking and letting oneself in to someone’s room. At least the first time this happened nobody was there to act judgemental…

“Look. I don’t even own anything to give. I don’t have any treats or candy or toys or what have you just sitting around, nor hands or functionally similar mechanisms to hand things out. Forgive me, but if I wanted chaos in my life I would go live somewhere that isn’t remote and consistently covered in ice and snow.<”

Hopefully the layer of dust that came out with her surprise guest will suffice.

[reflected-ship]

A fluffy spider-wasp sits politely on Roa's dashboard, wearing an elaborate "Hallowed Ween" costume. He's wrapped in silken mummy bandages and draped in layers upon layers of sparkling jewelry -- painstakingly applied makeup and various accents of his outfit awash in flaked gold and iridescent micro-shimmer.

"Trick or treat!"

It had been a normal day today, though the Umbramaker was aware of the date. Believe it or not, she might’ve actually gotten into the Halloween spirit— well, long ago, that is. Alas, mirror Halcandra didn’t participate in any equivalent tradition in her time, and she doesn’t concern herself with such things anymore. Too many things to think and overthink and worry about.

The real tragedy here, though, isn’t the ship’s lost sense of fun and whimsy: it’s the fact that someone put in all the effort to get dressed up and fancy and sparkly and she can’t even see any of it. Of the many downsides to hardly trusting anyone, let alone enough to let them fiddle about with any of her systems or hardware, is the fact that lacking internal cameras has just been a part of life she’s accepted for all this time. It also means she doesn’t have any idea who this stranger who just randomly showed up to sit on her dashboard is, even when he speaks up.

Hopefully the fancy arachninsect doesn’t mind being teleported out into the snow by a very, very startled Roa. She was not expecting visitors today, let alone for anyone to show up inside without even going through her entrance.

In other words, seems there are no treats to be had by either party here. Happy Hall of Weed or whatever…

[loudlyunladylike]

saw a boat today that looked so soft and so lonely, if I was stronger maybe I would write a poem about her

[loudlyunladylike]

[reflected-ship]

league of legends

"I don't know what that refers to or how it pertains to me.<"

Death sentence.

[reflected-ship]

Help Me I Am Trapped In Another Dimension And I Am Begging Please Get me out if here Please I Havent Had Food in 2,222 Days And Im Starting To Become Moldy And Green

Upon reading the first portion of the ask, she genuinely considers the possibility that she may have to go out and save a stranger or be saddled with the guilt of leaving them to die. Given how much regret and remorse she already deals with in regards to other cases of inaction on her part, the latter option was essentially off the table. To knowingly leave someone to such a fate is cruel beyond words.

Her sense of obligation was short-lived given how quickly she processes data; reading on revealed it was unnecessary almost as quickly as she'd felt it. Though biology was never her area of research, a sapient being capable of going years without sustenance who would mold before they actually die would surely be something she would have learned about by this point. Much more likely is that this is another person playing a prank.

The disregard for the severity of the kind of situation they had claimed to be in, a situation similar to that which the Umbramaker had once risked finding herself in... It was infuriating. The degree to which it was such would be difficult to express in words, but the once fairly stable patches of snow now melting and sliding off of her might give an indication as to how she's taking things. Still, it would be foolish to assume an assumption on her part to be true without making any effort to confirm it.

"On the off chance this is a legitimate attempt to reach out and get help, I am willing to offer my assistance. But if this is just another tasteless joke, you can starve and rot alone.<"

... Roa might need a little while to cool off, figuratively and literally. She isn't looking forward to the layer of ice that will form after that.

[reflected-ship]

Hey tell us a joke

“… Do I look like a comedian to you? I don’t know any jokes.<”

That was a partial lie on the Umbramaker’s part. She does know some jokes, but doesn’t think they’re particularly funny or all that worth telling. Not that she has any confidence in being able to really sell them anyways; entertaining has never been her strong point. At least, she thinks that, or rather has been convinced of it.