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[personal profile] techrotten 2025-09-09 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Right? And that's why we'll go tear it up (metaphorically speaking). It's the thing I like about clubs, honestly. You *can* talk, but really the point is just dancing. It makes it easy to make friends for just a night, yeah?

As for Silco, well. Slightly sorry that the conversation turned away from the fun of dancing, but it's always a little surprising when I find out people knew each other beforehand. I don't know if that makes your home very lucky or very unlucky. Or just very interesting, as you say.

He's definitely intense, to put it lightly. I try and keep my distance, since he's very much one of the people that's not a fan of what I can do.


[ Like, he definitely thought intensely about murdering her just to make a point. Dramatic. She doesn't share this though, since she doesn't want Mel to worry on her behalf. If Silco every tried anything, she'd squish him like a bug. ♥ ]

The crystal is on my abdomen. We had a bit of a mind-meld situation, and I experienced a not so cheery moment in his life where he was injured there. Growing it was a bitch and a half, but weirdly, it doesn't hurt at all now. It's just kind of there, same as any of my Protoframe parts. I had the same experience with our giant squidly friend, but I'm more fond of that crystal.
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[personal profile] techrotten 2025-09-15 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
So I’ve noticed.

[ It’s also why she’s not dishing on that injury, since it hadn’t actually been one at all. But she’d promised Silco that she wouldn’t share, and she’d meant it. It’s part of her personal ethics that she’d explained—that “injury” was something so deeply personal that Eleanor felt bad about witnessing it. Even for Silco. ]

But on a happier note (more or less), yes, I did. Set and I managed to chat with it, so much as we’re able. He provides a little translation for the squidly parts, since he can speak with animals, and I provide the conduit to actually have a conversation.

Genderwise, I’ve settled on “them”, simply because I don’t think they rightly know either. The poor dear is all scrambled, but it’s not hostile like the plants we encountered recently. Just terribly lonely and loud about it. It’s a bit like that saying where it doesn’t know its own strength, you know?

What project were you working on? I’d guess they wouldn’t interfere, since Set and I do try and go say hello to the dear when we can, but I can also try and put in a good word, potentially?