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A few ideas come to mind almost immediately: Liz. Travis. Even Dylan. There’s enough fragments in your mind to paint a few small pictures, but your trip through Zoral hasn’t exactly been what you’d call ‘subtle’--who’s to say someone or something hasn’t been watching you this whole time? Learning your secrets? Your mannerisms? Habits?
<span class="mu-r">”Havin’ trouble there, hoss?”</span>
Nah, you’re good–but you’ll need to share something specific. Something so undeniably <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> that not even a shapeshifter could suss it out entirely!
Sifting through the sea of random trivia, workday snippets, and vague memories of your time with Liz, you finally come across a memory that might just fit the bill!
One time, you begin, borrowing the tone of a scoutmaster about to tell a ghost story around the campfire, you went… to a <span class="mu-i">RESTAURANT!</span>
“Did they serve meat!?” Blurts out Volka! “What kind!? WHAT KIND!?”
Err, it was a barbecue place, you hastily reply! Called <span class="mu-i">SLOPPERS.</span> They put your food in a mini trough and-
“... Like livestock?” Morook asks. Yea, exactly!
“And humans…” Toppel adds, eyes wide with awe, “They… they subject themselves to this? Willingly!?”
Look, you’re never gonna get to the big part if they keep interrupting! And yea, if she thinks that’s wild she should come with you to ‘<span class="mu-s">BONE VOYAGE!</span>’
“... What’s-”
Another BBQ place, you answer with an impish grin, but the chefs all cook on the level above you, right? And when your order’s up they just all shout ‘<span class="mu-i">BONE VOYAGE!!!!</span>’ and drop your meal and you gotta catch it on your plate!
“Gosh…” Volka mutters with almost churchlike reverence, “Humans are on a whole other level, huh…”
“Th-that… that doesn’t sound…” A trembling Rezzie hisses through clenched teeth, “Th-that… f-f-fun…”
“Humans do seem to love their grilled meat…” Morook remarks, his head cocked to the side in thought. Yea, you shrug, it’s kind of a thing in your state… you think.
Anyways, you and your roommate Travis were at ‘<span class="mu-i">SLOPPERS</span>’, okay? Celebrating him coming third in a local tourney or something.
“You share a dwelling… with a <span class="mu-i">warrior?</span>” Oti asks with a fresh frown in his tone!
“H-hey, that’s… there’s nothing wrong with that!” Volka fires back!
Nah, it was a video game–<span class="mu-s">UBER CLASH COUSINS</span>, you think! You only remember because you came in eighteenth. ANYWAYS, your order was up, so you went over to the counter–
The gang goes silent, save for a quiet ‘<span class="mu-i">Click</span>’ from Obber! Erm, no… Travis isn’t a girl… and not very cute either. Sorry..
‘Click…’
It is what it is…
>CONTD.
