a welcome : part II;

[mallowmods]

Who: Everyone and everyone!
What: Welcoming in the new members to Mallow Hallow
Where: Everywhere!
When: March 2nd.

[This is an overflow post for the intro log, so feel free to continue all threads from there over here! Or start a new thread entirely, if you'd like.]

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Comments

[puppetcrumpet]

Storage receptacle? Like a bucket or something?

[genitrix]

[Her eyebrows shoot up so far they disappear into her bangs.]

Interesting word choice. No, I was thinking more of a, ah, barrel is the word.

[puppetcrumpet]

Barrel, yeah, that's the sayin', but barrels aren't used much by average people.

But that reaction sure was interestin'. What's up with buckets?

[genitrix]

[She's not shy about sex, ever. Pails are something rather familiar to her. But still, it's something that's not much spoken about in her society, and it's a bit difficult to parse when speaking with a human.]

Buckets are part of our reproductive process. It's not something usually discussed among trolls, so it's a bit surprising to hear a human bringing it up so nonchalantly.

[puppetcrumpet]

They're used for cleaning and storage in our society, so to hear it has special meaning is strange to us.

[he briefly considers asking how buckets are used in troll reproduction, but decides that's way too much xenobiology]

[genitrix]

Ah. Well that's certainly a different context. I can see how you would be so nonchalant about it.

[puppetcrumpet]

[now that bucket falling out of the sky of LOWAS made a little sense]

So what did you die of?

[genitrix]

[She arches a gold-laden brow.]

That's a rather heavy question, but if you must know--we were all blown up by our dear leader.

[puppetcrumpet]

You know what I died of, though how I'm not dead here as well, I don't know.

[genitrix]

That's true.

[She tilts her head toward his wound.]

Is it feeling alright? Not bleeding too much?

[puppetcrumpet]

[he gently prods his wound, wincing a little]

Yeah, think I'll be fine. Thanks.

[genitrix]

Good. [She pulls herself up so she's kneeling.]

Look, if you need anything, please let me know. I feel somewhat responsible.

[puppetcrumpet]

You're not the one who stabbed me, but I appreciate it.

[genitrix]

Well, I know, but—I'm a jade-blood. We mother. It's what we do.

[She gives him a wry smile, and turns. Over her shoulder, she calls:]

See you around, Bro.

[puppetcrumpet]

See you. [he gives her a smile and then slowly gets back to his feet to go wonder somewhere else]