>Kanaya: Confront Gelatinous Menace

[chastesaw]

*Truth be told, you do not CONFRONT anything.

In fact, you are quite happily minding your own business when you are suddenly swept up in the advance of a relentless, amorphous foe.

After a brief moment of struggle and panic, your most base fight-or-flight reflexes dull with the discovery that not only can you breathe in this sticky crimson abductor - if it can indeed be called that - but that it actually doesn't taste half bad when you try to consume it. It's kind of cherry-flavored.

Of course it is slimy and sticky and your outfit is ruined and you are covered in gel and being dragged Gog knows where.

The only solution is to find your nearest fellow captive and complain vigorously.*

Well.

This is unexpected.

And extremely adhesive.

Comments

Rolling us into the gooiest katamari ever

[dclassreyvateil.livejournal.com]

[At least Kanaya wasn't alone, since there was another hapless victim stuck in the goo. Looks like they already figured out they were (mostly) safe, as the girl had chewed up a large enough space to have their second lunch.]

It doesn't seem dangerous at least.. What's up with this town this week anyway?

[chastesaw]

I am not altogether certain, to be honest.

*Trying to wipe goo off her face. With goo-covered hands. This has the expected results.* This is really not how I was planning on spending my afternoon.

[cacophonicsoul]

[Yeah this was kind of the most disgusting thing ever. Everything was gooey and sticky and tasted like cherry. It wasn't that he didn't like cherry-flavored things, but this was just way too much cherry.

Well, at least he can breathe. ... and apparently talk, too.]

Unexpected? Nah, this kind of thing happens all the time where I'm from. [No it doesn't.]

[chastesaw]

...really? You have my condolences.

I've barely been trapped in this gelatinous construct for a microsweep and I'm already well and thoroughly tired of it.

[cacophonicsoul]

[... he didn't think she was going to take him seriously. might as well keep it up, see how long he can get away with this.]

Yeah, it really sucks. I mean you sit there minding your own business and the next thing you know you're stuck in some stupid cherry-flavored blob. I'm getting kind of sick of cherry, you know?

... wait, what's a microsweep?

[dancingapricot.livejournal.com]

Ugh! Tell me about it. Is it just me, or are today and yesterday both like something out of a bad horror movie?

[chastesaw]

A horror movie?

I suppose on some level, yes, this is a revolting and otherwise unpleasant scenario but I can't say I find any of it particularly horrifying. Just odd.

[dancingapricot.livejournal.com]

That's kind of the deal with those old horror movies, though! A lot of them weren't made very well. So they'd just be... kind of odd. Like this. [Have an awkward laugh, slightly muffled by gelatin.]

what a way to start cr

[doudemoe]

Tastes like cherry.

[It was kind of a pleasant surprise. Even if it all felt like an anti-climatic ending to a bad movie.]

[chastesaw]

It does, yes. That may be the one positive aspect of this conundrum we've found ourselves in.

On the other hand I am already getting rather sick of cherry.

[nyanpire]

And YUMMY!

[What's that? What just emerged from the blobby blobness above you? A kitten! A kitten that is all sticky and not quite so fluffy, but one that is having the time of his life.]

It tastes like RED CHERRIES!!!

[chastesaw]

Excuse me?

...I didn't know that little purrbeasts had an affinity for tiny bepitted fruit.

[nyanpire]

...nyaaaaa?

[Those were some terribly big words. He stares at her, upsidedown and blinking in confusion, his little brain trying to squeeze some sense out of what she had said.]

Affinytee? No! It's yummy-yummy! I like ALL red things. Cuz I'm Nyanpire.

[...not that he makes that much more sense, in return.]

[nolongeralpha.livejournal.com]

[What's worse than cherry blob on your dress? Cherry blob on your feathers]

...yeah I'm not flying today, am I?

[chastesaw]

Were I a gambligant I would not bet in your favor, no.

[a-crazygirl.livejournal.com]

Oh my god my hair is ruined!

[What does cherry-flavored space jelly do to blue Kool-aid hair dye? SHE DOESN'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW.]

[chastesaw]

Irrevocably and indubitably, one hundred percent ruined. I have no possible conception of the effort it will take to clean this out of one's hair but the magnitude of the task makes me feel vaguely dizzy.

[foretastes.livejournal.com]

[floating around happily. she's in ecstasy. she doesn't even notice Kanaya.]

[chastesaw]

Terezi.

Terezi, what are you doing.

We are confined inside the viscera of an alien gelatinous creature with no escape in sight. Please take this situation with the gravitas it deserves.

[perfectandelegant]

This...is problematic, yes.

[Just trying to cut away at this mess with her knives. It's not working out so well.]

[chastesaw]

I would advise against trying to lacerate, slice or otherwise cut the mass. It won't do much.

[grimmdark]

[Most awkward place to meet, y/y?]

At least it's not deadly. Yet. I foresee the goo will try to dissolve us slowly if we don't make a dashing escape soon.

[chastesaw]

*Oh god. Trying not to look directly at Rose.

Thanks a lot, goo monster.* You do? I hadn't expected a potentially caustic mass to be, so... well, delicious.

[stealsluck.livejournal.com]

Uuugh! What the fuck is thiiiiiiiiis? It's like cherry glue shit!

[Yep, she's stuck too.]

[chastesaw]

Actually, Vriska.

I think "cherry glue shit" is as accurate a descriptor as any.