♦ pitied by @trickyTransmission
... Everything is fine. Thankfully. So very thankfully. I need to sleep, this has been exhausting... I am not sure I trust Iksham not to attempt to harm me, however, so I shall retreat to the anthill for tonight. She will protect her, and that, I can trust.
I do wonder sometimes if I am truly doing enough. But if I do any more I will self-destruct, which helps nobody. Some things need patience.
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Well. Eileit just woke up. She’s doing bad, though. Probably not gonna be coherent for a while. @trickyTransmission Since you asked. But don’t expect to hear from it for a bit.
Hm. [Arty is looking up, its sharp camera eyes showing the sky above the crater where it rests. A few clouds have gathered. On a planet being overcome by desertification. They darken. Thunder rumbles, but there is no lightning. It begins to rain. A gentle patter turning the sand darker below. Arty looks down to behold Eileit, still unconscious on the sand, limbs sprawled in its sleep. It shakes a bit. It sheds many red tears. Still it does not wake. Still the rain falls.]
Honestly? No. And she’s gonna be worse when she wakes up. It won’t be angry anymore, but..well, it’s gonna feel like shit, considering the circumstances.
Boy I sure was in stasis for a bit. Just as well, my repairs made a decent amount of progress. …Eileit’s still unconscious, though.
Ehhhhhhh. Safe is a strong word. But I put a cork on Leilei’s epic crashout before she got within five kilometers of Moongorger, so I’m calling it a win.
Man I hate it here already, these storms suck ass. Sand in my everything. In related news I may have made a small crater from impact. My b. Silver lining: I also knocked Eileit out. Lead lining: I have to repair myself too. Don’t mind meeee, I’m just chilliiiiin’.
[ACTIVE OBSERVATION AUDIO LINK - REAL TIME] [A quiet, wet noise of something dragging along sand.] “Kkkkkch. Chkkkt. Ttkkkkrrr.” [Eileit’s voice. Somewhat warped. Clicking and chittering in irritation.] “SCREEEEEEE!” [The sound of something being torn apart. Mulched. The dragging sound continues. Louder and more wet.] “Doing a number on the carnivorous horse population…” [Arty’s voice; a dry mutter. It cuts out.] [END LINK]
Why don’t they sell slutty maid dresses in size not spindly? Are they afraid to love?
:> Sometimes I wish the horrific things ^bout me weren’t so horrific so I could sh^re ^nd t^lk ^bout them. But other times I do like ^ bit of shock v^lue. It’s fun to surprise people. Most import^ntly, though, I w^nt to keep my ^ccount ^t le^st semi-ple^s^nt for the s^ke of my friends. <:
They have updated me on their status, but I can't help but still be concerned. I know they're fine, and this is where they need to be, but it'd be nice to have a location... Oh well. I'm not one to speak on secrecy. They're safe and much happier.
The haters do not appreciate my spray paint murals about cat no like banana and getting stickbugged.
:> So I h^ven’t been l^id on. I ^m, however, now wr^pped up in y^rn ^nd ^ bow h^s been tied in my h^ir. Arty thinks this is humorous. I for one h^ve decided to not give ^ shit ^nd inste^d look ^t crow memes on my phone. I suppose I could use the bre^k ^nyw^y. <:
:> I forgive you, I s^y, prep^ring for my f^te. <:
:> I feel like Arty’s lump of ^ self pressed me even fl^tter th^n I ^lre^dy ^m, R^esul, which is ^n ^ccomplishment. Anyw^y yes I’m feeling better. <:
:> Ahhhhh. Fuck. Th^t’ssss ^ fucking. Problem. And it’s so. Obvious. Of course the ^ir displ^cement will be. A problem. When the oxygen is ^lre^dy limited on bo^rd. I’ll h^ve to m^ke the difference up. Myself. Port^ls. <:
:> I’m betting on the w^ll. But your optimism is kind, even if I don’t sh^re it. <:
:> I h^ve f^ith in myself on v^rious fronts but it comes to ^ h^rd stop right before it comes to qu^dr^nts. Bonk, right into ^ w^ll. <:
:> Im^gine m^king ^ confession. I just keep ^ny untow^rd feelings deep down inside me, ^nd then one night I’ll die. (●＾◇＾●) <:
Im pretty sure something bad happened to me once. ▲nd maybe to someone I cared about. But I dont remember them. I only have this blue squirrel necklace. ▲nd I dont want to let it go but I dont want to know more. I dont even know how Id find out. Like I wonder sometimes but I cant live my life trying to be some guy I used to be. I dont even know if I could.
:> Hrrrgh. The things I do to st^y (somewh^t) polite ^nd not post ^nything too g^uche or disturbing. I keep reminding myself it’s ^ll worth it. Bec^use it is. <:
:> The price one p^ys for A Single T^sty Drink With Some Rum is high. B^ck to mech^nic^l-themed poetry se^rching between ex^mining the roof. Nothing better be infesting it. #subst^nce <:
oh nooooo I'm dying gurgleeeee I am deaaaaad. bleh
Sigh!!!!! My head! Is so full of thoughts!!!! ❣︎
Some of you are! A little bit scary on here!! ❣︎
Negative ten outta ten experrience
:> People ^ppreci^te Arty’s ^dvice? It re^lly is dire on here. Even Arty ^grees th^t’s ^ b^d sign ^nd s^ys it’s going to bury its he^d in the s^nd until people ^re funnier to bother ^g^in ^nd don’t just “roll over ^nd st^re like shelter dogs.” <:
:> Lovely thought, but you see, I w^s “being ^ gross mut^nt” so I h^ve to go to forever j^il ^nd ^m not welcome b^ck. (Author’s note: one of those things is true. The other is ^dmittedly ^ smidge of hyperbole.) <: