there's so much that we share

[amadeusrockette]

[If there's one thing Julia's good at, it's feeling guilty. Once they're let out of the awful stretching room, she sets up in the kitchen and makes another cake. It's the same sort of coffee cake she made for Lea's wake, but this time it's got apples over top. While it's going, Julia writes notes for everyone except Elsa.]

I made cake and coffee. It's in the lounge, if you'd like to come by and not be alone.

Comments

[toogoodforhim]

No no no, caterpillars leave behind a case when they turn into butterflies, but cicadas leave a perfect little cast of their whole body behind when they outgrow it.

[whistlenotchirp]

I never met any... chi-cah-das before. Sounds made up...

[toogoodforhim]

Chi-cah-dahs, that's adorable. It's, um... [He snaps his fingers.] Cigale, cigarra... It's like a locust, but not quite as... [Vague hand wave.] Plague-y.

[whistlenotchirp]

[He snorts, reminded of that particular plague.]

I wonder what plague this place is. Feels like... one of the top ones. Big big plagues.

[toogoodforhim]

Blood. I'd say firstborns maybe, too.

Then again, it might be locusts - or, well, bugs. Trying t'eat us.

[whistlenotchirp]

I never... get that one... Why eat people, people are gross????

[The drunken extra question marks can be heard somehow.]

[toogoodforhim]

...Wait. Didn't the locusts just eat all of the crops?

[what the fuck kind of wild ride is the Cricket Bible]