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[the-eel-deal]

“I mean, paint can be edible. If it’s non-toxic! It’s technically a form of ink-- Right?”

[ourple-octoling]

“Why are you bald.”  @lipsyncdripink​

[squidroyalty]

Was this the one Sean wanted...? Emperor opens his Guide to Edible Plants of the Splatlands, studying the black and white photo of a cactus with broad paddle-shaped lobes, then looks at the one in front of him, which is very similar but not identical. He snaps a photo and tries to send it, but there’s no signal in this wasteland, so he sighs and starts gathering fruits anyway. Sean would just have to tell him later if it was the right one or not.

At least there’s quite a variety growing around this rusty shell of a building, all sorts of unfriendly, thorny plants, jealously guarding whatever nectar lay within them. It’s larger than a shipping crate, but most of its curved metal bulk is buried under the dry ground, and with how it seems to lack an opening Emperor can only imagine it wasn’t supposed to be shelter of any kind... The desert was full of strange things like this. 

He flicks an ear as he looks around, frowning. Did he hear something...?

@lipsyncdripink​

[inkantation-arch]

❛  of course vio won with bad gear.  my agents are the best.  ❜  tsu is a proud older sister, okay?

[flameindream2]

@lipsyncdripink

This world was very unlike most he’d visited.                  ...But that’s what makes it exciting, yes?

From what Grimm had gathered, these “cephalopod” creatures were endlessly interested in style, music, and entertainment, just as much as he himself was. And strangely, none of them seemed to be bothered by how different his appearance was, and he wasn’t going to complain.

For now, the Troupe Master had taken to doing some window shopping. He briefly considered trying to blend in a bit more, but... none of this clothing was really his style. Even if he looks like he stepped straight of out Splatoween, it would be even more devastating if his fashion—Heart forbid!—CLASHED...!!

It’s still fun to stare at these hats, of course. But Grimm looks up as he hears something nearby. Wait a moment, was someone trying to get his attention?

[m1metic]

@lipsyncdripink​ ( shiver ) :

❛  i don’t believe you.  ❜

          “ course you don’t. ” Dedf1sh mutters, heavy eyes closing in a deliberate slow blink. maybe approaching people and immediately going into a spiel about how they came from the underground wasn’t the best course of action. their social skills had, evidently, decayed while they were under the influence of... whatever it was.

they didn’t expect someone so far removed from their origin to be aware of anything going on below. still, they found it curious that nobody in this place seemed at all aware of the deepsea metro. it shouldn’t have perplexed them that much, really, given the distance between splatsville and inkopolis ; but cod, did the GIANT STATUE not give anybody a hint that something was going on down there ?!

then, this new person was wholly unfamiliar, from their clothes to their accent -- maybe they really hadn’t come from inkopolis. that’d at least explain why they hadn’t been underground.

     and the dj barely even scratched the surface of their own, uh... obvious abnormality.

          “ don’t care if you believe me or not. just want to know where i am. rest doesn’t matter. ”

[the-eel-deal]

“There was one time when me and Shiv were kids and and they wanted to show me something funny. So they wrote ‘PISS’ on a piece of paper. And not gonna lie, it was pretty funny.”

[ourple-octoling]

“Forbidden juice...” He’s talking about paint water.