Jul 25, 2020
Describe your muse using these bad ebay reviews.
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Describe your muse using these bad ebay reviews.
“ did you do this ? “
random sentence starters: the third
Chemi’s antenna-bow wiggled and she perked up when she was addressed, standing up straighter rather than leaning over this table like she just was. She looked to Fai, then back to the house of cards she had finished constructing, then back to Fai once more.
“I did do this.”
Why did she build a house of cards? Well, she saw one in a TV show that came on, and the people in the show were very impressed, so she wanted to give it a shot. But it was super easy for her, so she didn’t see the big deal.
“I was just considering collapsing it to put the cards back into the box, as this construction has no practical purpose on its own.”
18. What's your favorite color? Foods? Weathers/Seasons?
What’s your favourite colour?
“If I had to choose one, I would say I am most fond of #F5BABB.” Yes, she said it like that out loud.
What’re your favourite foods?
“I cannot eat.”
What’re your favourite weathers/seasons?
“Most terrestrial weather is largely imperceptible to me and as such I have no preference, however I am very not fond of solar storms and similar electrically affecting anomalies. Within an atmosphere, I am largely safe from solar flares and geomagnetic storms and the like, and any starship will have proper shielding, if I were to be caught in an electrical storm of those varieties without any protection, in the vacuum of space, it would certainly lead to internal malfunctions and the possibility of death.”
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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ❂ = wiping blood off their face
Chemi wasn’t going to be one to question why someone had blood on their face. Chemi’s had blood on her face plenty of times, and never has it been her own blood. She doesn’t even have blood in the first place, so that makes sense, really.
Sometimes blood just happens. It could be for completely innocent reasons, could not be. She didn’t know, nor did she want to.
“Would you like me to retrieve you a wash cloth of some sort to make that easier?” she asked.
If she wasn’t going to ask why they had blood on their face, she could at least try to offer to be helpful now so that they didn’t decide to find out if she had blood or not.
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1. What’s one memory with a friend that you’re fond of?
“Under ordinary circumstances, when traveling through space at faster-than-light speeds, you will want to avoid as many obstacles as possible through your line of travel. Sometimes, however, that is not very feasible, and the possible damage to your ship that may occur from particle collisions is negligible and easily repaired.
In one such case, it was necessary for Emere and I to travel through a nebulous cloud of stardust. Traveling through the cloud results in a spectacular display of colours, and the collisions of microparticles upon our starship window created tiny, firework-esque explosions as well. It’s truly a sight to behold.
However, the fondness of that memory does not come from the stardust display, but rather from remembering the look in Emere’s eyes and the happiness on her face as she watched it from her position just in front of the window. It is not always easy for me to realize how little of space someone has seen before and how much sights like those, which are more normal by my standards, can be appreciated by someone less used to them and who has a much more unbridled joy for the sky.”
4. Talk about a happy experience.
“The comparison has been made to me before that purchasing and finally owning your own starship is similar to the feeling of finally owning your first car for a human. The sense of pride I felt when I finally achieved orbit in a starship I owned entirely to myself has been not often been matched. I was even able to afford the extra superlaminar heat shielding.
Sadly, I can only assume that ship is now destroyed, but I will retain its memory.”
5. Talk about a traumatic experience.
“While I am not sure that I can experience trauma in the same way that a more organic lifeform can, I can only assume that whatever incident that led to my being stuck in space would count. I cannot imagine anything that would lead to such a circumstance to be anything short of disastrous... so perhaps it is fortunate, in a sense, that I am unable to remember the event itself and can only know the consequences of it.”
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22. What’s the last thing you’ve heard someone say about you behind your back?
“According to my memory, the last thing that was said about me by someone standing behind my back, to quote, ‘You’re doing great, just keep holding that lever for a few seconds longer.’“
25. What habits/tics do you have? Do you annoy people with them?
“I have been told that I have a habit of answering questions incorrectly and that it can be quite aggravating. But no matter how much I promise someone that I am answering their questions to the best of my ability, it does not always reduce annoyance.”
33. When’s the last time you went on vacation? What did you do?
“I would believe my previous occupation to fall under the umbrella of ‘permanent vacation.’ Space faring is not so much a job as it is an adventure... an adventure that you also need survival skills for. To attempt to provide a better answer, I can say that the last planet I spent an extended amount of time on was covered in large, sparkling trees that were quite scenic. I suppose that would make an excellent typical vacation spot, provided you are capable of making shelter as I was.”
✮ would u like to find a stargazing son
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse: ✮ = stargazing
This small child that she’s spotted is currently sitting on a blanket and gazing up at the stars, a pastime that Chemi can relate to. It’s something she’s been doing quite a bit since arriving here, too, studying the stars and their positions and looking for any familiarity.
Chemi stepped not too quietly, so as not to startle, as she approached to sit down by Voyager’s size (assuming that this blanket was a public setup, and not belonging to him specifically).
“There are many different stars in the sky. They are all very dazzling, are they not?”
She looked at him and then to the sky herself, eyes scanning.
“The sky here is different from the one I know. Had my Index connection not been severed, I would be able to update my internal starmap and identify any one of these stars. I will admit, not being able to do that is somewhat discomforting.”
☀ a new hair bow!
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse: ☀ = giving them a gift of a new hair bow!
Chemi was not quite sure what to make of the bow they now held, given to her by the stranger she’d met at the festival. It was a nice bow, yes, but she was trying to figure out what the reasoning was for her receiving it, which is why she stared at it in silence for a few unblinking moments first.
“This bow is very aesthetically pleasing. While I cannot calculate why you have decided to give it to me, I am sure your reason must exist and is important, and you have my appreciation.”
She turned the bow in her hand, checking to see if this bow was one meant to be tied or clipped. Not that it would matter. Her hair wasn’t actually hair, but hardlight like the rest of her.
“I require an adhesive to wear it. Do you have any?”