ALL OF THEM. WHOS CHILDLING ARE YOU? WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?
⌑ “All ‘f ‘em? Hmm, I guess that sorta answers yer question--”
⌑ “Ah... N-Niko and Emily Jones. But I don’t... think ye’ve ‘eard of ‘em. I think I’m pretty lost.” Understatement of the century. One second, the poor child was caught in the experimental chamber on the crystalline discovery and the next moment she’s... elsewhere.
// I know I’ve been absent from this blog for awhile! Thank you for everyone who’s been patient and still waiting for their thread replies! I’ll try to crack down on replies sometime after my exam!
FIZZIGIG FINE, OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE SAID ‘ROTTEN!’ AND THEN EATEN IT
THE BERRIES WERE RED
“Okay... so we can probably drop the Fizzgig as a cause. Yer dentition appears t’ be that of an obligate carnivore, so raw meat shouldn’t be too much of a problem for ye. Theoretically.
“Which narrows down the insect and berries. Copraphagous and necrophagous insects can carry a number of diseases at worst, and sickness at best.
“I’ve narrowed down your consumption items to most probable causation. Candle wax should cause blockage and constipation, but not your current symptoms. Just some questions: Can you identify the bug? How decomposed was the Fizzgig? And can you identify the berries?”
I AM ILL WITH DIARRHEA AGAIN AND I HAVEN’T EVEN EATEN ANYTHING BAD. HERE IS A LIST OF THINGS I HAVE EATEN TODAY CAN A DOCTOR PLEASE ADVISE?
- A BUG FROM THE CORRIDOOR
- SOM BERRIES I FOUND ON A BUSH
- A BIRD
- A FIZZIGIG I FOUND DEAD BY THE ROAD
- 3KG OF SAUSAGE MEAT
- BREAKFAST, LUNCH AND DINNER. THESE ARE MY REGULAR MEALS
We’ve seen the kid interact with SkekEkt, how do they feel about SkekAyuk? SkekEkt’s crawlie dumpling?
@sundcred-and-undone‘s SkekAyuk hasn’t made the best impression to Jenny; her first thoughts assign the Gourmand as a downright bully-- altogether rather similar to the ones she faces at school. But maybe with SkekEkt’s help, their relationship might improve?
For better or for worse, Jenny hasn’t had a whole lot of the Skeksis’ delicacies reserved mainly for the court. Thought crawlies remind her a bit too much of rodents to eat.
Pennywise cocked IT’S head. Deer don’t normally play with wolves? What was she going on about? IT knew she wasn’t being literal, changing the topic to wolves and deer for no reason. No, she was obviously referring to the relationship between predator and prey.
But to Pennywise, hunt and play were the same thing so the statement Deer don’t normally play with wolves- prey doesn’t play with predator- made no sense.
The creature did sort of take offense to the idea of having to promise anything, “–No one makes any real effort for me why do I have to be the one to promise–?” A hunt didn’t always end in a meal, sometimes it was just good fun. Still, the monster dutifully produce IT’S pinkie finger, despite IT’S scowl and that nasty business earlier, IT had no current plans to eat Jenny.
She wasn’t Derry born, she might taste funny.
⌑ Jenny chewed her lip a moment, piecing together her approach. “Sometimes, some people’re just waitin’ for the ‘okay’.” Not incredibly metaphorical now. IT hadn’t responded to her little predator-prey analogy; did IT even acknowledge ITself as a predator? Did such a thought cross IT’s mind? Lions care not for the thoughts of sheep; yet IT had interacted with humans before and negative reactions had, one way or another, affected IT-- at least according to the information granted to Jenny.
⌑ “I know a whole lot’a kids in my class that wouldn’t talk to me ‘less I talk to ‘em first. But if ye promise-- and be sure to keep it-- maybe it’ll help other people relax ‘round ye. People don’t tend to easily make friends when they’re scared.” Gray eyes hesitantly scanned the offer pinkie, and her face turned resolute as she offered up her pinkie as well.
I really like all the content you make of Jenny but I'm curious over what's happening back in earth? Is anyone looking for her? Are her PARENTS looking for her? Is she even missing? Or is it like Narnia where time passes different so she's only been gone for a few seconds?
Oh, both of her māmā and pāpā are looking anywhere and everywhere for her! Although they give Jenny a good amount of freedom, they don’t know about her frequent climbing expeditions to the nearby desert outside their San Diego home. Jenny usually ditches and evades baby-sitters easily and returns before her parents get back home.
But waking up in Thra? Gone from her bedroom in the morning? Oh boy, her parents are going to look days, weeks —years if they have to. Niko and Emily Jones would absolutely move heaven and earth to find their girl. Jenny’s lucky to have parents like them.
Jenny's a really though kid throughout this. I can't find anything that shows she's cried once after losing her family and friends and getting stuck in an alien planet. But like, she's definitely gonna leave this with some trauma...
Oh, Jenny’s one of those kids who bottle up negative feelings or deny negative feelings or thoughts until the late hours when she has no one but herself and her own mind. She tries to be a tough, happy-go-lucky kid but things like this will most certainly leave some psychological scars— I mean, even just waking up on another planet would do that to anyone, much less a kid!
But making friends certainly helps ease the pain of uncertainty!
I haven’t given poor Jenny enough time in awhile. Here’s an exercise to help me practice how hair and clothes react to wind! For a first start, I’m fairly happy with it!
⌑ The child spent the first half hour of her captivity nigh feverishly testing the strength of each and every metal bar. Followed by wiggling every single rock within her reach. Followed by climbing said rocks to make any attempt at shimmying through the bars at the top portion of the cage. Despite the child’s seemingly tireless tenacity at finding some means of escape, the means by which she could successfully do so deeply alluded her.
⌑ Across the room, a vulture-like creature hunched idly over it’s chicken-scratch notes and well-worn tools scattered across the desk with lines of dust to indicate former placements of items haphazardly shoved to the side. Jenny didn’t remember much of her capture; only a hood over her head, the grip of two pairs of strong, clawed arms, and the sudden jolt of pain as her avian captor tossed her carelessly into the barred quarters.
⌑ Every problem has a solution. Every room has a weak spot. An inch of give at the welding, the mortar flaking at the brick’s alignment. Something. Something!