Third Blood

[speakveryclearly]

[Though you may have gotten text responses from network user Kanaya Maryam before using that "hemotyping" and "quirk" marking her unmistakably as a Homestuck troll, this is the maiden exposure to her typing idiosyncrasies for the eyes of Exsilium as a whole, unlike her first two posts via video. Either her post doesn't lend itself well to a visual medium, or she doesn't want it to be lent to a visual medium.]

During My Indentured Servitude To The Initiative I Have Done My Best To Familiarize Myself With The City We Now Call Our Home
And I Would Consider Myself Perhaps An Appropriate Authority To Consult On Which Establishments You May Wish To Offer Your Patronage For Various Purposes
An Invitation I Extend To Any Of Our New Arrivals
Whom I Gladly Welcome And Hope Are No Longer Alarmed To Be Among Us

Unfortunately My Searches Have Thus Far Come Up Short In One Rather Specific Regard
Im Hesitant To Broach This Topic So Publicly But Having Tried To Handle This Deficiency Independently For So Long I Dont Think Its Possible To Find Any Other Recourse
My Question Is
What Would Be The Most Appropriate Place At Which To Purchase A Protrusion Hammock

[She's sitting in her bedroom as she types this, modestly dressed and just a little ashamed of herself. Maybe this isn't such a good idea - she could asked her roommates... who are modest as it is and might be too shy to define the Earth equivalent of this Alternian term for her; her human female friends... few of whom she'd feel comfortable imposing this on, and Roxy not deserving the embarrassment when Valentine's day is so close; or just a trusted adult. But that last thought is enough to make her snort, shake her head, and hit submit.]

Comments

[fintastic]

I don't remember a thing! Show away!

[speakveryclearly]

Good thing it's right around the corner, then.

[Seriously like one block away.]

[fintastic]

[ Feferi comes prepared, taking notes on her tablet as they go! ]

So what did you think of older me?

[speakveryclearly]

Well, she seemed to be privately distraught that I wasn't my older self. I think talking to me reminded her of the dissonance too much, so I didn't exactly go out of my way to bother her.

Other than that she was essentially... [Glub glub shrug.] Older you.

[fintastic]

Well, I was really good friends with you in the future! Except when you stole my stuff.

[speakveryclearly]

[That concept makes her cross]

My future self was a thief?

[fintastic]

Yes because we were all thieves if we actually wanted any kind of food or medical supplies! But no not really.

[speakveryclearly]

[Giving up on being cross]

This planet really is somewhat awful.

[fintastic]

But that future never actually happened! We were going to prevent all that from happening!

[speakveryclearly]

So you do think the future can be changed?

[That's something sudden yet relevant to her interests.]

[fintastic]

You can't change the alpha timeline, no! Not that I know of. But that was an offshoot. That's why we came back!

But maybe you could ask Aradia or Dave if they ever show up, they would know better than I would.

[speakveryclearly]

I've been thinking of doing that. I need to know what will happen if, heaven forbid, I'm sent back.