Squirrel (madihighwood) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2013-11-24 10:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~eran winther, ~madi highwood |
Too Excited For Words
Characters: Madi & Eran
When: Sunday evening, 5 PM
Location: Dining Room
Warnings/Rating: TBD, SFW, no triggers
Summary: Madi is setting off the alarm: there's real food in the house.
Status: Threading | Closed | COMPLETE
It hadn't taken long for feeding herself to become a problem. In the middle of something that resembled abundance, Madi found herself continually picking through things to find allegedly edibles she was actually willing to put in her bodies. Preservatives and additives she couldn't be certain she was pronouncing correctly seemed to be in just about everything. Strings of mostly nonsense syllables that she knew to be part of the codes of chemistry. Long lists of prefixes and suffixes and what not jammed together in a way that translated to contents and processes if one was privvy to the code. Disodium Guanylate. Was that salty bat poop? It seemed as likely as anything else. And it seemed to be in almost everything, which made convincing herself to eat it that much harder. So it had been mostly dry cereal. Handfulls of nuts from the pantry. SHe tried not to think too hard about the eggs or the bread. She couldn't well starve to death, and as long as she minimized her intake of chemicals masquerading as food, they couldn't do too much damage. Not if she kept on with supplementing with stuff she found outside. The idea that outside was just as manufactured as what was in the kitchen hadn't struck her yet. Madi assuming the wall she met at the edge of the property something that had been constructed over naturally existing terrain. Plants as a whole brought in and out by staff or machine, but real. It would dawn on her eventually. She was just heading back in from such a run. A trail of dirt and dried leaves tracking the path from the door towards the kitchen. A small figure with dirt under her nails making her way to make good use of the fruits of her foraging. Though the producers had made it clear they weren't sticking to a strict progression of seasons, she imagined that there would eventually be winter, and where there was winter, there would be nothing. Lichen, mostly, and little of that was edible, let alone tasty. She had almost passed the dining room table without a glance, pausing and blinking. Had she seen what she thought she saw? She turned her head, craning over her shoulder like an owl to double check. "Holy shit..." the words under her breath. Was this real? Her body followed suit, swiveling in an 180 degree turn so she could inspect what it was she thought she was seeing. Bending at the waist so she was eye level, a half circle around the table's edge in one direction and then other. So, she was definitely seeing it. The perspectives were right from every angle. She lifted a hand with a pointed index finger, extending her arm slowly to poke the rind of an orange and jumping back when it met something solid. Going in once more to slide her fingertip over the surface. Slick but pitted, the way it was supposed to be. "HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS THERE'S REAL FOOD IN THE HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!" The words were practically a shriek, setting off an alarm for anyone who might be in ear shot, which was probably most of the house given the volume. It was greedy, but she didn't care, shoveling random selections into her mouth in a frenzy. Grapes. She loved grapes. Berries. A bite of an apple and then an orange slid into one of her cargo pockets for eating later. A second, even. She was hoarding but she couldn't stop herself. There were a lot of people to share with, and she'd probably share what she was hiding later, but this was instinct. This was an appetite nearly three weeks in the making returning in full. |