reverienet | I. text; un: palpatine

It's already got an account attached to it, so I'm not sure. We'd need to find a new com or someone who hasn't used the network yet.

But pretty much everything is technically worth a shot????

H3LL Y34H
PUT ON YOUR GOGGL3S, SP4C3 BOY
W3'R3 GONN4 DO SOM3 SC13NC3
OR MOR3 R34L1ST1C4LLY POK3 4T SOM3 DUMB WR1STW34R UNT1L W3 G1V3 UP BUT YOU KNOW WH4T 1 M34N
DO YOU W4NT TO GO TO TH3 M3SS H4LL FOR TH1S NOW OR L4T3R?

Now's fine with me! See you in five?

F1N3 W1TH M3!

[True to her word, Terezi ambles her way to the cafeteria and sets up shop near the entrance, kicking her feet and twirling her comm device around a finger as she waits.

It suddenly occurs to her that she has no idea what "palpatine" looks like.

It's not really a big deal? But boy does she feel silly right about now. She probably should have hashed that out earlier.]

[Probably would've been smart to establish a code phrase or something. Although then he'd be saying "It's a long way to Alderaan" to everyone who walked through so... this works too. But when he reaches the cafeteria, it looks like there's someone already waiting by the entrance. And someone not human too.]

Uh... hi. Are you gallowsCalibrator?

[At the sound of her name she hops to her feet, sniffing curiously.]

Yep, that's me! You can call me Terezi, though. And you're... Palpatine, right?

[He tries his best to hold back a laugh at actually being called that, and he's mostly successful. Yes, he should've expected it and yes, it's his own joke, but it's still very funny.]

And you can call me Ezra, actually. Have you eaten yet? Probably best if we're not working on empty stomachs, not that the food here's particularly inspiring...

[Terezi's stomach chooses that moment to start growling. What a crazy random happenstance that was in no way dictated by the direction this thread is going.]

Hm! Probably a good idea.

[She tosses her watch to Ezra and starts heading towards the replicators.]

These replicators can be so janky! I've one fail to make me toast before. Toast! I intentionally picked the most boring human food I could think of, and it still screwed it up!

[Wow! Randomly, Ezra decides he'll take the watch and wait to eat for at least a little bit for no reason.]

What's food like on Alternia? Whenever I try to get food from my world, I end up getting Earth stuff which I think is its way of personally spiting me. Also, still doesn't taste great.

[He takes a seat at a nearby table and starts fiddling with the watch, which goes as well as it can without any tools.]

Grubs.

[Terezi fiddles with the replicator controls for a moment, trying to get it to make her a sandwich. Not even a particularly complicated one! Just a plain turkey. Surely this thing knows how to make the most boring of Earth sandwiches. Maybe this time it'll work...?

Probably not.

Idly tapping her feet, Terezi waits for the machine to spit out something edible.]

I wouldn't even expect these things to know how to make Alternian food, though. I could try? But I'm almost scared to! I don't want to know how it's going to screw up something like grubwurst.

[Ezra shrugs, trying to see if there's a way to maybe log out or disconnect a profile but so far... nothing.]

It's worth a shot. Couldn't be worse than anything else here, right? Probably... no matter what you put in, it's gonna taste the same. But a familiar form might make it seem like it tastes better. I don't know. Maybe I should ask it for food coloring with my milk next time.

[And then realizing that makes no sense out of context,]

Apparently milk on Earth comes from something called cows and it's white?

Hhhhhhhhuh. The white sounds right, but "cows"? We get milk from hoofbeasts. Sometimes musclebeasts? But only weirdos do that. And body builders. There's a lot of overlap in the two groups, in my opinion.

[The replicator finally churns out... something? Congratulations, it's a beautiful baby boy. And by boy I mean some particularly wilted bread and meat with a questionable consistency. As she takes a bite out of it, though, she has to admit that it at least has the unmistakable taste of turkey, so it's a win in her book.]

You know what? Screw it. I'll try to make something from home. Maybe today's my lucky day.

[She giggles to herself. Luck doesn't actually matter, but that's neither here nor there. She starts fiddling with the controls to get the machine to produce a simple grubloaf.]

Any luck over there?

Weird... most of our milk comes from banthas, but you can milk other creatures too obviously. And bantha milk is blue, by the way.

[Ezra sighs as his latest attempt with the watch goes as well as the last one.]

Nope. I can't even post anonymously on this thing and it doesn't look like there's a way to make another account either. I think you'd have to find another comlink somewhere, or steal one. How goes the Alternian cuisine?

One device, one account. Makes sense, I guess! At least you don't have to worry about a bunch of shill accounts all agreeing with each other.

[The machine is Done. The grubloaf is Finished. It is ime for Terezi to Meet Her Maker.

She returns to Ezra's table. Eyes wide. Look of shock. On the plate in her hands is a glob of green... something. It does not bear any resemblance to a grubloaf. It does not bear any resemblance to human food. It does not bear any resemblance to anything, except perhaps a biohazard that necessitates a team of people equipped in full impermeable hazmat suits to dispose of it.

She has to know how it tastes. She's come this far. She has to know.

With a trembling hand, Terezi digs her fork into the quivering mess of food, hesitantly raises it to her mouth, and...

BLUH!]

Uh.

How about I.

Not finish this.

Sounds fine to me.

[Ezra laughs a little at... whatever that is, and Terezi's whole reaction. Not like there's any worry about wasting food on a station like this. Although maybe they could use it as some sort of fertilizer? He'll keep it in the back of his mind for later.]

Just wondering, but uh... is that how it's supposed to look?

[He's not here to judge alien cuisine, okay.]

Anyways, we should probably still be aware of the fact someone could steal a comlink and use it, even if it's not to some huge extent. Like I could've posted right now like hey everyone I'm Terezi and I... [He's searching for some great deep pull, but] I didn't eat all my vegetables.

No. No, it is not.

[Terezi doesn't bother finishing it. She just sort of just gets up and... tips the plate into the garbage chute. Her dreams of a good homecooked meal: DEAD.]

Haha, that's what you're going with? Something as baby basic as not finishing my veggies? You gotta play with the big boys, Ezra. You gotta go hard. Try something like -- [she clears her throat and puts on her best impression of Ezra] -- "I'm Terezi and I don't floss every night!"

[He laughs and gives her a look like, oh this is what we're doing now? Because he is always ready to do some impressions actually.]

How about-

[Ezra clears his throat as well and does his best Terezi impression, obviously rather than an Ezra impression since that would be weird.]

I'm Terezi and I don't finish my veggies, I don't floss every night, AND I ate cake for breakfast!

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