[Oh. So you don't know, either, exquisitely perfumed man. That's okay. She doesn't really need an answer so much as a quantity. So there's a quick glance at the ground between them, just at his feet, and then words appear.
IS ONE AN ACCEPTABLE NUMBER, OR SHOULD I BRING MORE?]
[ Oh, wow, does she notice his cologne? He spent a fair chunk of the pittance the giant pig aliens gave him on a bottle of it, but he's got to smell good. After all, he's been showering with unsanitary turtle-ship recycled water. ]
The way these people act about towels, I'd say bring more than one. Bring a dozen. I'm starting to think that the more towels you have, the more clout you have on the ship.
[Of course she notices his cologne. With her nose, it's a bit more difficult to not notice such things, even if they're used sparingly. She just won't mention it. Some people get testy about how they smell.
A dozen towels. If it took ten dozen to secure herself with Gekigami and Shiranui, she'd do it. She has astral pouches, after all; she can dump out some oddly-shaped turnips or some of that rice stew that wasn't really the best if she needs to.
[ Duh. Of course she wouldn't know that. How would she know? ]
Well, everybody. It's—There's a whole ship full of people from all kinds of places. Some of them come from Earth, just not the same Earth. Don't ask me how that works, I have no idea. And other worlds too, apparently.
[Justin, all people are her people. Even people who install flyswatters to prevent them from having their own thoughts and, as such, have evolved to have noses pressed in their face to resemble that.
It's hard being everyone's mom sometimes. But everything is beautiful! Or can be.
Besides pure evil, of course.
But pig people aside, her people that she knows and loves are there (and one of them is kind of her but not and also a dude) and she's not, and that? Is troubling. It doesn't show, though; she just thumps her tail against the floor a few times as she thinks.
And this question is very important. Very important.
If I'm correct on where the concept came from the idea of having a towel is to prove you have the fore-thought to bring one and thus make a decent space-explorer.
But why a towel? She doesn't get that. She has her divine instruments and pouches full of food.
She also never uses a towel, but. If it's good etiquette, she'd definitely one to bring one. But she can't say anything as it is, and instead looks at the ground in front of his feet where words start to appear out of, well. Nowhere.
THERE IS NO PROPER RAIN IN SPACE, SO WHAT USE WOULD YOU HAVE OF A TOWEL?]
Oh, yeah. Yeah, there's food. There's a whole section of the ship devoted to food, actually. I think. There's also a big pool with dolphins in it, but don't ask me what that's doing on a spaceship.
[ Or why the ship is piloted by talking mice.
Actually, don't ask him anything. He's new. He doesn't get half of the shit that's going on there and is still somewhat hoping that he's back in prison, having a really fucked up dream. ]
[Food is good. A whole section for it? Yes, good. Better than good. It gets a big dopey wolf-smile out of her.
What's better than food (well, almost)? Animals. Sea animals are a definite favorite, and her tail starts wagging excitedly at the idea of dolphins in space. It's a great idea!
[Oh my her, look who it is! And he's there, too? This is looking more and more like a good idea after all!
It's a good thought, really. But Amaterasu has no need to wipe herself off, thank you kindly. But if she needs towels, she will bring a slew of them. If it's proper etiquette, she'd hate to slight the people of the ship, and...maybe it has some value. She's not against going out of her way to find seemingly mundane things that have a greater purpose than what one might suspect.
But since she knows you (she knows you!!!!), he gets a more friendly greeting, tail wagging as she nuzzles her snout into his hand. And she even manages to make her writing work around what of her body is in the way, still obvious on the floor.
(Oh my you, that makes things all the better! It's totally an excellent idea.
At the greeting, he laughs a bit, happily petting her on the head.)
Sometimes, yes. Each month supplies a new list of missions to choose from; I usually work as a patrol officer to make sure everyone stays safe while they go about their lives and such.
[Oh bb, let her lick your fingers all over. Tastes like hard work! The best kind of work, really. And, really, if she tried to walk with the way her tail's wagging, she'd end up in circles because of it.
ARE YOU STILL CAPABLE OF USING THE SUN'S ENERGY? OR HAS IT BEEN REPLACED WITH SOMETHING?
Because, seriously, if there's a sun still chugging along in towel-world? It won't be so bad!]
(Silly wolfy; it's so easy to distract Django with your fluffiness. So yeah, that's him getting on his knees to give you a proper petting and stuff. Still can't help it, even if she is a sun goddess. That's a good sign, right?)
Most of the planets we visit have their own suns; plus, the ship itself has something of an artificial sun in it. Not as strong as the real thing, but it helps.
Though I have met someone else who raises and sets the sun each day. She gives off the same feel as the sun, though I'm not sure if she does it on purpose.
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IS ONE AN ACCEPTABLE NUMBER, OR SHOULD I BRING MORE?]
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The way these people act about towels, I'd say bring more than one. Bring a dozen. I'm starting to think that the more towels you have, the more clout you have on the ship.
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A dozen towels. If it took ten dozen to secure herself with Gekigami and Shiranui, she'd do it. She has astral pouches, after all; she can dump out some oddly-shaped turnips or some of that rice stew that wasn't really the best if she needs to.
WHO ARE "THESE PEOPLE" THAT YOU SPEAK OF, SIR?]
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[ Duh. Of course she wouldn't know that. How would she know? ]
Well, everybody. It's—There's a whole ship full of people from all kinds of places. Some of them come from Earth, just not the same Earth. Don't ask me how that works, I have no idea. And other worlds too, apparently.
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It's hard being everyone's mom sometimes. But everything is beautiful! Or can be.
Besides pure evil, of course.
But pig people aside, her people that she knows and loves are there (and one of them is kind of her but not and also a dude) and she's not, and that? Is troubling. It doesn't show, though; she just thumps her tail against the floor a few times as she thinks.
And this question is very important. Very important.
THERE IS FOOD, YES?]
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But why a towel? She doesn't get that. She has her divine instruments and pouches full of food.
She also never uses a towel, but. If it's good etiquette, she'd definitely one to bring one. But she can't say anything as it is, and instead looks at the ground in front of his feet where words start to appear out of, well. Nowhere.
THERE IS NO PROPER RAIN IN SPACE, SO WHAT USE WOULD YOU HAVE OF A TOWEL?]
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Well there are other planets and there is still water on a space ship.
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[ Or why the ship is piloted by talking mice.
Actually, don't ask him anything. He's new. He doesn't get half of the shit that's going on there and is still somewhat hoping that he's back in prison, having a really fucked up dream. ]
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PERHAPS IT IS A THING FOR HUMANS; I HAVE NO NEED FOR TOWELS AS I AM.]
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What's better than food (well, almost)? Animals. Sea animals are a definite favorite, and her tail starts wagging excitedly at the idea of dolphins in space. It's a great idea!
HAVE YOU SPOKEN TO THE DOLPHINS YET?]
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I think it's to wipe yourself off after a hard day's work, but that's just me.
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It's a good thought, really. But Amaterasu has no need to wipe herself off, thank you kindly. But if she needs towels, she will bring a slew of them. If it's proper etiquette, she'd hate to slight the people of the ship, and...maybe it has some value. She's not against going out of her way to find seemingly mundane things that have a greater purpose than what one might suspect.
But since she knows you (she knows you!!!!), he gets a more friendly greeting, tail wagging as she nuzzles her snout into his hand. And she even manages to make her writing work around what of her body is in the way, still obvious on the floor.
DO YOU DO VERY HARD WORK UPON THE SHIP?]
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At the greeting, he laughs a bit, happily petting her on the head.)
Sometimes, yes. Each month supplies a new list of missions to choose from; I usually work as a patrol officer to make sure everyone stays safe while they go about their lives and such.
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ARE YOU STILL CAPABLE OF USING THE SUN'S ENERGY? OR HAS IT BEEN REPLACED WITH SOMETHING?
Because, seriously, if there's a sun still chugging along in towel-world? It won't be so bad!]
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Most of the planets we visit have their own suns; plus, the ship itself has something of an artificial sun in it. Not as strong as the real thing, but it helps.
Though I have met someone else who raises and sets the sun each day. She gives off the same feel as the sun, though I'm not sure if she does it on purpose.
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