OPEN / it's nice for mice to get out of the house

[tinyfood]

Who: Entrapta; unfortunate passersby
When: mid-Iuneril, around the time of the festival
Where: but not actually at the festival
What: shopping for parts in various locations; impressive restraint re: crime
Warnings: nothing as of yet

Entrapta isn't particularly used to having to work at getting the materials she needs for her experiments. Back in Dryl, she was the Princess and was more or less provided with everything she needed, partially on principle and partially because keeping her well supplied with research material meant she'd occasionally provide useful inventions for the mining organisations who actually handled most of the business of running the kingdom. With the Horde, she'd had to scavenge for bits and pieces, but nobody seemed to really mind, and Catra was more than happy to specifically fetch her anything she asked for.

Here, however, it isn't so simple. She can't just hole herself up in her makeshift lab for as long as she likes, because if she does she will not only run out of things to use in her experiments, she will also probably starve to death? Honestly it's the worst. She has to divide her own food into miniature portions, even, what the heck is with that?

She's managed to get by for most of Iuneril by just cannibalising things she already worked on the previous month, but some things exploded yesterday* and the short of it is that she needs more raw materials. So! Here she is, out on the town, more or less ignoring the festivities. The astute observer will notice she has approximately six more eyes than previously; two above the ones she already had, one on each shoulder, and two on her chest. They're smaller and beadier than her two regular eyes, but they're definitely eyes. She's probably squinting them a little, because today is the first time they've been exposed to direct sunlight.

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*it's fine, Solas wasn't even home probably, do they even have neighbours


You might find Entrapta and her new eye balls in a few different places:

1. A junkyard in the Harbour District, because free stuff is the best stuff, and Entrapta has learned the hard way that she can't get away with just assuming all unattended stuff is free stuff. If you're the kind of person who also enjoys rummaging through junk thrown out by factories and boats, you might encounter her in the actual junkyard, but if you're a normal person who's just passing by, you still stand a very real chance of her just bumping into you because her arms are full of crap and she can't see where she's going, even with all those extra eyes.


2. Around and about the Shopping District – once she notices you're one of the other recent arrivals, she waves enthusiastically and says, "Hey! Hey, do you have, ahh... fffiiive hundred cune?"

It is entirely possible she has never spoken to you before, but that doesn't seem to deter her in the least.


3. And, a little closer to home, if you're passing through the Aristocratic District, at one point Entrapta is just coming out of shop that sells extremely expensive magitech items for the extremely well off. As she steps out of the door, she's eyeing something in their window display that looks like a sort of steampunk aibo (designed to appear clearly mechanical rather than as a faithful recreation of an animal so that everybody can see at a glance how much money you must have spent), and she lifts her watch to talk into it. It's clear after a moment that she isn't using it to call someone or address the network; presumably this is for her own personal records.

"Ethical dilemma number... seventy-six? Seventy-five? Mmm, no, seventy-five was about the wolf statue. Ethical dilemma number seventy-six! This device is obviously way beyond my budget, and I had to promise I wouldn't take any more stuff I'm not supposed to... but being able to examine it more closely would yield significant benefits for my current research. If I could replicate these mechanisms it's totally possible I could make that amount of money myself, so would it still be wrong if I paid them back afterwards? They probably wouldn't want me to take it right now, though, so does that make it wrong no matter what...?"

// OOC: as always if you'd prefer to use brackets feel free, I'll match response format!

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[fifty]

((change reference))

America has been enjoying the festival, but he also has a weird new problem: he keeps being drawn to metal things. He hasn't figured out why, but he does know he doesn't have the money for this, but he also knows he really wants metal things--so, he hits up the junkyard, where there are plenty of pretty, shiny odds and ends that people have just thrown away like it was trash! Crazy.

He hefts a huge piece of scrap metal out of a pile, turns, and suddenly catches sight of way too many eyes. He yelps and leaps back, clinging protectively to his scrap metal.

[tinyfood]

Entrapta more or less mirrors that reaction, not so much startled by his appearance as by him jumping and yelling. She accidentally drops most of the things she was holding, because she's used to having more than just two hands to flail about when surprised? This whole Flesh Limbs Only thing is such a pain.

"AAH, what?? Did I, bump into you?"

[fifty]

"Oh, you're a person," America says, breathing out a sigh of relief as she turns out to be only sort of instead of entirely a giant spider. "It's okay, I just didn't expect to run into anyone here! Sorry about making you drop your stuff."

America shifts his own stuff to one hand--only possible due to his strength--and reaches to help her pick up the stuff she dropped.

[tinyfood]

"Oh! Yes! I am a person," she agrees cheerfully, taking the things he picks up back – but she's quickly distracted by his holding up all of the junk he's collected with only one hand. "Oh, wow, you must have superhuman strength!" She goggles at him with clear interest. "Did you always have that, or is it new–?"

[fifty]

"Uh, both?" America considers the things he's holding for a moment. "I had it before I got here, but I didn't have it right after I got here, but then it came back eventually."

[tinyfood]

"Ooh, really?" Her eyes gleam. "Was there some kind of incident preceding the regain, or...?"

[fifty]

"Nah, unless you count showing up here and losing it for a little while," America says with a probably more dramatic than necessary shrug. "This whole thing is really a hassle! Why'd it go away in the first place? And then I started growing all this other stuff."

[tinyfood]

"Huh!" She rubs her chin thoughtfully. "I lost one of my abilities when I came here too, but it hasn't come back... This warrants further investigation! Have you spoken to anybody else who has similar experiences??"