>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.

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[chastesaw]

I. Well, no, I can't really blame you, and I apologize profusely for this unseemly situation, but-- well, it's difficult, and...

*...and now she manages to pull and get some leverage, and with a POP--

--they tumble out onto the nearest lawn.*

[grimmdark]

[Rose doesn't really feel like there is anything else to be said about it. She's too distracted by Kanaya's heartbeat to instantly react anyway.

And then they are out. And she's still face first on her chest. Life is being unkind to her today. Rose quickly rolls away, face ridiculously red. Conflicting feelings, all of them.]

I hate jelly.

[chastesaw]

*And Kanaya rolls in the other direction, sitting up and looking away to try and hide the furious color on her cheeks. It's all the worse because it's red instead of the far more usual green, which she could at least pretend was xenophysiological.*

I'm not very fond of it right now myself.

[grimmdark]

[Rose is just going to sit very slowly. The fact Kanaya is also in full blush mode doesn't really help.]

I apologize. One shouldn't be lodging one's head in certain...importunate areas.

[chastesaw]

You hardly need to-- I mean, it obviously wasn't your fault, so you shouldn't feel obliged to apologize.

[grimmdark]

Well I-

[Her world is still spinning a little.]

We really need to stop getting ourselves in such unsightly situations. Sooner or later it will speak poorly of our reputation, whatever it might be.

[chastesaw]

"Getting ourselves in such unsightly situations," Rose? *There's a little sharpness to her voice.* Are you referring to the incident with your dramatic growth, or something else entirely?

[grimmdark]

I honestly don't know what I'm talking about. I would simply like to be with you in a situation in which we both remain unchanged, goo free and without sudden death threats above our heads.

[chastesaw]

Oh.

...yes, I believe I would enjoy that as well.

[grimmdark]

With some luck, once this is over it might be a possibility.

[She sighs and turns to fully face her, still blushing a little.]

At any rate, eventful as it might be it will not do us any good to overly dramatize it.

[chastesaw]

I suppose not, no.

I think it might be prudent if we... went to our respective hives to clean ourselves after the ordeal. Because I really need to wash my hair.

[grimmdark]

Personal hygiene is a must after any goo-related activity.

[At least the mood feels a bit lighter.]

I'll be seeing you around then. Away from any and all gelatinous substances.

[chastesaw]

Certainly. I intend to avoid the stuff in the schoolhive mealblock for at least several weeks.