That's right folks, it's now time to see how exactly Ten Years on the the Love BoatGood Ship LollipopGilligan's Island Stacy has gone by for your characters.
"Nonsense!" she sang out. "Some poor lost ship, adrift in the Void, the captain gasping 'Oh, if only we had a source of nitrates and liquids to recharge the organic engines!' And then - behold! - a full diaper appears, and they are saved!"
She grinned a little manically. She'd known that taking those amphetamines before going out to talk with Engineering had been a good idea. Look how jolly she was. Perfectly jolly!
Ronnae snorted, trying to hold back a laugh and embarrassing herself before not being able to and laughing anyways. Her face reddened at the previous snort as she moved one of the bangs behind her ear.
"Y-yeah, I'm sure they'd love picking it up and pulling all those diapers into the ship. Maybe they'll find extra surprises! Or just a lot of slop~" she mused.
"Not only nitrates and liquids, but cloth as well! Treasures from the Bleeding deeps!" she said, gesturing with both hands. "It will be a story told across the Multiverse, surely. The Miracle of the Space Poop."
"At last, we find out the reason for being Chosen...only we can convince Stacy to bud, and only she can generate the quality and quantity of poop that the multiverse needs. It's like transdimensional duct tape, that poop." Now Anwei was giggling almost too hard to talk.
She clapped her hand to her chest dramatically (and also to discreetly check the pounding of her heart - good, she hadn't taken too many amphetamines. Have to watch that).
"Whenever a mushroom grows, our legacy will live on!"
"Yes, I suppose people who decide to settle somewhere other than their home dimensions could open up little commemorative pizza shops, specializing in mushroom topping. 'Yes, I was there in the great Poop-Flinging Contest of Ct'b 88, don't you know. The smell will haunt me forever'."
Not that the poop would actually smell in space, but it was the thought that counted.
"I'm sure they could write an encyclopedia about the misadventures of Stacy's crew." she said with a giggle.
"I wouldn't mind tho... We've been through a lot, a nice remembrance to commemorate the crew...."
Ronnae looked up in thought, "Actually... that's not a bad idea... The old crews got lost in the mix of history and the war. I don't want that to happen to our crew. So I think I might start a small project."
"There a lot of artists here," she said. "There must be people who could make bound paper copies. And you can always come to me if you need isolated electronic data storage."
Anwei was well-known by now as the person who could help you hide things from Stacy.
"I would definitely would like to do that. Far away and hard to erase. For as much as the ol' girl has been our home, I don' want her having mood swings and destroying it." she said with an amused smirk.
"Signed, commemorative editions? Release them on the open market to cover initial costs, then someone will digitize it and create a perfect replica that's available everywhere."
She smiled. "And the author would go down in history."
"Stories are stronger than stone, Ronnae. Write them whole and well, and they'll live on in paper and data, minds and hearts, across all time and space."
She yawned, covering her mouth with both hands. "Excuse me, I think I worked a little too late last night. I might go take a nap." A twinkle in her eye. "Try not to poop up the entire Bleed while I'm asleep."
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She grinned a little manically. She'd known that taking those amphetamines before going out to talk with Engineering had been a good idea. Look how jolly she was. Perfectly jolly!
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"Y-yeah, I'm sure they'd love picking it up and pulling all those diapers into the ship. Maybe they'll find extra surprises! Or just a lot of slop~" she mused.
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"Not only nitrates and liquids, but cloth as well! Treasures from the Bleeding deeps!" she said, gesturing with both hands. "It will be a story told across the Multiverse, surely. The Miracle of the Space Poop."
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"The crew of Stacy, helping the universe one diaper at a time~ Wow that'd be one hell of a headline!"
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She smiled up at Anwei warmly,"Oh man I needed that. Stacy and her crew, poo farmers of the multiverse." she said with a grin.
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"Whenever a mushroom grows, our legacy will live on!"
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Not that the poop would actually smell in space, but it was the thought that counted.
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"I wouldn't mind tho... We've been through a lot, a nice remembrance to commemorate the crew...."
Ronnae looked up in thought, "Actually... that's not a bad idea... The old crews got lost in the mix of history and the war. I don't want that to happen to our crew. So I think I might start a small project."
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Anwei was well-known by now as the person who could help you hide things from Stacy.
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She smiled. "And the author would go down in history."
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She yawned, covering her mouth with both hands. "Excuse me, I think I worked a little too late last night. I might go take a nap." A twinkle in her eye. "Try not to poop up the entire Bleed while I'm asleep."
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This was fun! X3