[銀河の物語] - Or Squibsim 2019

You decide you're not going to go to work today, not a choice that passes your mind with much conflict as you're often looking for excuses to shirk adult responsibilities. "Traumatized and Punched by a notail" strike you as entirely valid reasons.
You pick up your phone, it's a landline phone, who still uses those. You do obviously. After a few moments of ringing the someone picks up the phone, it's Dave. "Hello, Hello, this Galaxy Burger, Home of the Galaxy Burger, how can I help you."
"Yeah Dave, It's me, Karla, I'm not going to be able to come in today..." You consider lieing or making up some sort of excuse but ultimately, "I had a really shitty night last night, I'm going to need some time to deal with that." A minute or so passes, you can hear in the background that Dave is very busy, "Seriously? This is just not my day, first Rico and C.B call in sick, and now you're taking some sort of emotional sabatical!" There's some mumbled cursing that you can barely pick up.
"Uh..." Dave swiftly responds "No don't offer to come in, I'll probably accept, and then I'll be legally obligated to infract you over being nearly four hours late." Four hours How long were you asleep in that dumpster. "We can handle it over here, I'll just need to get Arty to finally do something around here. Thankfully the new hire showed up or else we'd probably have to close." Your heart skips a beat at the news that Alex is okay, yet at the same time you are slightly terrified. "Oh how are they, I lost track of her after what happened, eh, yesterday." You can't help but be interested especially after what happened. You turn over their mask in your hand... you didn't realize you'd taken it out.
"They're certainly fine enough to come to work and do their job, which as far as I'm concerned is doing well enough." That's about the response you expected, He's very professional and puts up a good front of being dispassionate but you're pretty sure he cares. "Anyway, I have to go, we're really busy over here and you're cutting into my time. I expect you to come in bright and early tomorrow to make up for this." The idea of coming in to work early of all things fills you with nearly as much dread as everything that's happened since you left work yesterday. "Fine." Is all you answer, before hanging up.

You turn over to your new dependencies, somehow you've ended up a mother of two. Your mother always told you this would happen, and yet, somehow, its happened a second time. Incredible.
It occurs to you that you'll have to feed them, which is... bad, you've bought groceries for the month, but that was for the expectation that it was only going to be you and maybe the ocassional guest. You don't even know what Blehpie eats.


Fortuna rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls a 9

At that moment, Blehpie blorps over Red. NO BAD NO
You reach into Blehpie to take Red out of them, at the moment you're only concerned that Red might drown or something, but as soon as you put your hand in, you feel a serious burning sensation. It's not to bad as to deter you from saving Red, but it leavers a lasting sensation.
"No Bad Blehpie, Do. Not! EAT! BABIES!!" You shout at them, punctuating with some light disciplining from a rolled up newspaper --who still has a newspaper subscription, you of course-- Blehpie seems confused and slightly hurt by this, letting out a sad "Bleeeehp" Y-You think they've learned their lesson.
Red is okay. Mostly. They're letting out the most distressed series of woops you've ever heard. You didn't even know aftiks could sound distressed. You put them in the sink and wash them off, before attending to Blehpie.


Fortuna rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls 16

They seem to be... entirely fine, emotionally. As though your previous chastisements had never even happend, they're back to their same old self. You're not certain whether to be glad or concerned. You suppose it was wishful thinking to think that a wild... whatever, would be easy to deal with in a home context.
All the same, you suppose they must be hungry... but aside from aftiks and bits of detritus that Blehpie's sort of just been picking up here and there, you don't know what they eat. You decide to settle this the scientific way. You put down the three basic food-groups; Meat, Fish, and Veggies; And lay them out in front of them.
After a few moments of considering each one... Blehpie absorbs all three. You say aborb, because they sort of just... blorped them into themself and they just dissolved away. That was going to happen to Red, you give Blehpie another light bap on the head with your newspaper.
You return to Red, who is still rather distressed. You're not entirely certain how to deal with a distressed aftik, since the only thing you understand about aftik parenting is that the mother aftik will eat their child under pretty much any pretense. You really wish you'd been paying attention when your mother told you about these things.
You decide to hand Red a fish to see if that calms them down... They don't seem to know how to deal with it. Oh right, you think to yourself, aftiks are like... birds, right? Baby birds can't eat whole fish they gotta have it... Your thoughts trail off as you take the fish over to the kitchen.


Fortuna rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls a 20

After a few minutes you got something that positively qualifies as a meal. Your basic understanding of baby birds telly you that it didn't really need much, but you made sure it was the best baby-bird-fish-food ever. You do it so well, that you actually feel a little better about yourself.

With the food needs of your new dependencies taken care of --You hope, eyeing Blehpie-- You decide you really need to take a bath. You don't ordinarily take baths, generally being pressed for time or just too lazy to bother, but today you have all the time in the universe and little desire to do anything else.


Fortuna rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls a 6

Your pipes make a really concerning grinding noise as you attempt to draw a bath. After a while the water flows as though nothing was wrong. But it's green is water supposed to be green... you decide you don't care enough, and dip right in.


Fortuna rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls a 15.

Despite it's unusual coloration, the water is entirely fine. It's warm and soothing, and you just want to stay in the bath forever. Nobody really knows where quelan's come from, evolutionarily but some people theorize some sort of aquatic fungus is involved, and you wouldn't doubt it, with how you're acclimating to this bath.



The troubles of your previous day seem to shrink away as you lie reposed in the bathwater, boiling away in a manner not entirely unlike bacteria in hot water. Things that seemed so terrible just hours before seem so far away now, you feel as though none of those things were really real, that they were all just some horrible nightmare.
You forgot how much you liked baths.


Fortuna rolls a 20 sided die, and rolls an 18

After an hour or two or bathing, you decide to go back to the cruelness of reality. The bathwater seems to go down reluctantly down the drain. That's weird, water shouldn't be doing anything with any sort of emotionality, you're pretty sure. Even after all the water is gone, the bath itself is stained a faint green from the water. You're going to have to give that a thorough cleaning later.


Fortuna rolls 4 20 sided dice, and rolls a 12, a 4, a 4, and a 17

You change into your casual attire, after having first setting aside your work clothes to be washed. Lacking any real impetus to go outside at the moment, you decide to just watch tv, but lacking in any real idea of what to watch, you just flip through some channels.
The first channel has a fairly okay animated show playing. It seems to be about some weird crystal people and their battles against the moon people. You don't really get it, it seems weird and convoluted and the main character is kind of annoying. Maybe it gets better later.
The second channel is a fearmongering documentary about the dangers of notails, It contains several hyperbolic comments about how bad notails are and about how they are coming in the night to steal YOUR children, and turn them into monsters. You admit what you've heard about notails isn't very good, but this all seems a little over the top.
The third channel seems to be some sort of public access television, and that someone is renting the time slot to put out some sort of PSA... It's that notail, the intense one who was seemingly in charge of those wolfy notails. He's rambling about that monster again, but honestly you're too irritated by him as a person to care and you quickly switch off him.
The Fourth channel you flip to is the Bob channel, which is nothing but re-runs of that painting show starring the famously soothing painter, Bob. You remember watching clips of the show as a kid, and liking them a lot. As an adult it seems slightly boring, but nonetheless very soothing. It makes you feel like things are going to be alright.

After a while you start getting a little bored and wonder if maybe you should be doing something else. You look at the clock, it displays 12:01am. You're not usually at home this early, on a tuesday, and you're at a bit of a loss of what to do for the rest of the day.