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Ten Years Later RP Meme!

That's right folks, it's now time to see how exactly Ten Years on the the Love Boat Good Ship Lollipop Gilligan's Island Stacy has gone by for your characters.

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[8wings.livejournal.com]

Anwei could almost see Karis relax, her muscles unknotting, her tendons slackening as she ate. She ran her cleaned skewer through her teeth to get off the last bits of char, put it aside to be cleaned, and started loading up a new skewer with meat. They only had the one small hibachi, she didn't want to cook too much at once. The airscrubber might miss some of the smoke, and the smell might be familiar to certain people.

"My culture taught that everyone was to be eaten - all aliens, and any of our own species who was unfortunate enough to fall in status. And really," she set the skewers across the coals, "I do seem to get in a better mood when I eat food that reminds me of home."

If her AI had been here, he would have been screaming at those words. Home was everything bad for Anwei, and if she was thinking fondly of it...but he wasn't here.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

Karis slurped down the last of her kebob, finger-bones twitching slightly as she sucked the juice off of them.

Not quite as good as fresh off of a warm corpse, but still delicious. Still enough to make her happy for a few minutes. Sometimes she wondered it that was deliberate; whether the Lich King had created zombies like her and built their pleasure centers to respond to human flesh and only human flesh. Well, not just human. Flesh of the sentient, of the sapient. Interesting thought.

"It's better than the slop they feed us, that's for sure. Not like I can hardly taste anything else, either."

[8wings.livejournal.com]

Anwei didn't really think a lot about tastes, anymore. Her years of virtuous self-denial had really paid off: she couldn't remember the taste of fresh plums, or the smell of warm grass, or the sight of real blue skies.

Or maybe that was just age creeping up on her.

"Seconds?"

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sure. Don't get this that often - not with other people watching," Karis shrugged.

She was starting to hate the ship. Well. Not starting.

[8wings.livejournal.com]

Anwei shrugged back. "Well they told Medical, come up with human muscle that's omni-transplantable. So we did. And we store it, and then the stores need to be rotated. Should I just let Stacy take them away? I bet she turns them into slop anyway. That is, if she doesn't eat them herself."

Another steaming skewer for Karis. "So what I got, I share."