CHIRAL: SIDE Y

Gene
> Remember Hunk Chudfest's name
> Spank A. Hemmingway, the young

Hunkson Dinkle

That's right.

Of course.

At least some of it is right, anyway. A good portion. You feel lewd just saying this guy's name, Dinkalsen Spank, one of the youngest and most prolific musicians of Prospit. Youngest, though as with all of your FRIENDS, you are all on equal AGE LEVELS at this point. Still, few achieved as much as him.


God you have been missing that validating, wholesome mandatory thumbs-up. You're kind of sad you didn't get one from Mulligan before, and briefly consider asking him to give it to you as a consolation prize.

D-S, which is actually even lewder than Spank written on paper, was a musician, yes-- but not purely from training, but also due to his incredibly keen sense of pitch and sound, with sensitive eardrums that many of the Prospitian medical mans said would burst at anything particularly loud, which a normal Carapacian could easily listen to without problems. So amidst creating and composing, he hid himself in a soundproofed room much like this one, and eventually to cope with the loneliness of isolation, he turned to other forms of feeling.

"Could I come in, D-S?"

"Yes."

You enter.



His incredibly frail form rests sitting atop a throne of beer bottles, which are all obviously full. You have always wondered over his radical personality shifts while intoxicated. He really is the most passive sedate person you've ever met while drunk. Other people say it's horrific, but you don't really mind it-- he's certainly less impulsive, less frustrating, less... Spank.

"What is this all about...?" he asks slowly.

"Some kinda thing that Cool Zack is trying to get us help with, I think. He needs some special shit, and I brought it." You set the backpack down slowly, and begin rummaging through.

Spank lets out a soft breath. "I like that Zack."

"Yeah," you agree.

God there's so much completely useless low-res shit in this backpack. You spend a full minute picking out bits of glitter and scrap metal and candy before you extract the necessary components for your 'ritual'.

Privatelog (Zack)Show

cripesalmighty: Hey Coolzo, we’re ready to do the Thing when you are!
cripesalmighty: I don’t think I could get a whole lot more calm than this.

"Why here, again?" Dinkalsen asks.

"Because it's calm, and he said I should be calm," you reply, glancing over the items inquisitively. "This is the quietest place in the compound, y'know?"

He weakly shrugs. "I don't go much other places to know, Ms. Mâché."

"Well, nobody else soundproofs their room. I guess they get used to yell-arguments more often. And I guess ya don't have quite as many yellgruments over on this side."

"I don't get out much to know."

You glance back. "You feeling OK, Dinkal?"

Dinkalsen squints for a moment, and lazily tilts his head back to the pile, away from you. "It's too bright."



DINKALSEN SPANK has turned on FLAT LIGHTING.

"This is better," he muses.



It kinda is? You're uncertain.

Regardless, there's only one thing to do now-- and that's wait for FURTHER INSTRUCTION.