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come_sailaway2023-09-22 12:38 am
kingoftheanthill) wrote in come_sailaway2023-09-22 12:38 am
[OPEN and one CLOSED] five hungry ants marching in a line
Who: Victor and YOU!
What: Flowers are food, not friends
When: September
Where: Around the ship
Warnings: potentially disordered eating (from a flower effect), anything else will be warned for if it comes up
[CLOSED to Wilson] came upon a picnic where they could dine
Victor doesn't consider this cabin his home, but nevertheless he keeps returning, because some kind soul (Flan? Friday? The ship ghosts? Who knows!) keeps putting stashes of food everywhere. Every time some largeish faction of Victor swarms back there and climbs into a drawer, or forces open the top of a big box that's cooler on the inside, it's like Christmas and his cursed artefact birthday party all over again. Each time, he grabs everything he can and then scuttles happily back to wherever he's attempting to nest this week. And if he leaves a mess behind him... well, Victor has never drawn a strong distinction between 'mess' and 'leftovers for later'.
It's taken a while for him to actually meet his on-paper roommate, but it was inevitable that their paths would cross. One day, when Wilson opens the cabin door, there's a trapeze act of ants holding the cooler lid open, while several hundred more run around inside, grabbing bits of salad and sausage in hundreds of tiny adorable jaws. They are completely focused on nibbling. Wilson gets a surprise round.
[OPEN, buffet] they marched into the salad, they marched into the cake
So it turns out you're not actually supposed to eat the honeysuckle.
In various places around the ship -- but especially in the buffet -- are little piles of groaning ants, surrounded by scenes of utter carnage. Whole melons left rocking on their emptied-out rinds. Banana skins stripped of flesh. Muffins stolen whole from their paper cups. Oh god! The humanity!
The ants' legs move slowly in the air. Some of them are lying on their sides, still nibbling at crumbs. If it weren't for the existence of exoskeletons, each one would have a tiny ant-sized potbelly.
"I'm still hungry-y-y-y..."
[OPEN, kitchen] they marched into the pepper, and that was a mistake
Good news, everyone! The kitchen has ants.
If you're eating, you might hear an optimistic "hello!", and realise that a few hundred very interested feelers are suddenly surrounding your foot. If you're cooking something spicy, then mind that pepper you just dropped: a little swarm just tried to pick it up, and now they're playing hot potato, throwing it from ant to ant in a sort of scoville-induced panic. And if you're baking... be wary, because that big bag of sugar might just start to walk away on hundreds of adorable little legs...
What: Flowers are food, not friends
When: September
Where: Around the ship
Warnings: potentially disordered eating (from a flower effect), anything else will be warned for if it comes up
[CLOSED to Wilson] came upon a picnic where they could dine
Victor doesn't consider this cabin his home, but nevertheless he keeps returning, because some kind soul (Flan? Friday? The ship ghosts? Who knows!) keeps putting stashes of food everywhere. Every time some largeish faction of Victor swarms back there and climbs into a drawer, or forces open the top of a big box that's cooler on the inside, it's like Christmas and his cursed artefact birthday party all over again. Each time, he grabs everything he can and then scuttles happily back to wherever he's attempting to nest this week. And if he leaves a mess behind him... well, Victor has never drawn a strong distinction between 'mess' and 'leftovers for later'.
It's taken a while for him to actually meet his on-paper roommate, but it was inevitable that their paths would cross. One day, when Wilson opens the cabin door, there's a trapeze act of ants holding the cooler lid open, while several hundred more run around inside, grabbing bits of salad and sausage in hundreds of tiny adorable jaws. They are completely focused on nibbling. Wilson gets a surprise round.
[OPEN, buffet] they marched into the salad, they marched into the cake
So it turns out you're not actually supposed to eat the honeysuckle.
In various places around the ship -- but especially in the buffet -- are little piles of groaning ants, surrounded by scenes of utter carnage. Whole melons left rocking on their emptied-out rinds. Banana skins stripped of flesh. Muffins stolen whole from their paper cups. Oh god! The humanity!
The ants' legs move slowly in the air. Some of them are lying on their sides, still nibbling at crumbs. If it weren't for the existence of exoskeletons, each one would have a tiny ant-sized potbelly.
"I'm still hungry-y-y-y..."
[OPEN, kitchen] they marched into the pepper, and that was a mistake
Good news, everyone! The kitchen has ants.
If you're eating, you might hear an optimistic "hello!", and realise that a few hundred very interested feelers are suddenly surrounding your foot. If you're cooking something spicy, then mind that pepper you just dropped: a little swarm just tried to pick it up, and now they're playing hot potato, throwing it from ant to ant in a sort of scoville-induced panic. And if you're baking... be wary, because that big bag of sugar might just start to walk away on hundreds of adorable little legs...