-She sniffles a little bit and graciously accepts the long forgotten chicken nuggets that have been abandoned.  She eats?  Still kinda good, honestly.  Whatever disaster caused these to be forgotten must be nice and fresh!-

Thank you, guys.  They are so fucking good.  

[Artorias] "I hope my actions were not so impertinent as to be unforgivable, my lady."

-She glances up to him, adjusting her glasses.-

No, no I don’t think so.  I trust your judgment, after all.  As much as I hate him, I’d rather it not bite me on the ass.  And I can take a little bit of pleasure in the fact he’s keeping his sanity and has to live with it.  

-Or, rather, what she could have done in her negotiations?  She looks down at an apple for a moment, turning it in her hand idly.  Artorias was right, and but surely, he knows how she feels of Sulyvahn.  It wasn’t enough.  It couldn’t have been enough anyways.  If things went wrong, things went wrong.-

...

-Just watching all of this tonight.  She’s going to change the channel.  Watch some other timeline.  She’s out.  She’s got other selves to worry about.  She’s got a new friend from the other day.-

-She’s.-

-She leaves her hand extended for a few beats more, but he’s not taking.  Slowly, she withdraws it into the folds of her sleeves, leaving it at that.  With a better view of him, he doesn’t seem that in danger.  For someone robbed of affect, he seems like he exists.  He’s bound by something and remembered already.  She’s a little impressed--then he’s in exile, maybe?-

-How cruel, she guesses.  Like “her guys” she can fill in a few blanks in her reasoning.-

-The sort of laugh makes her give one of her own as she looks down at the apple for a moment.-

You’re not who I thought you were at first, sorry about that initial reaction again. 

But... My father, I think, tossed out that name.  I’m just a D-List child of God out here, you know?

-She turns the apple this way, and that, it’s a wonder having something fresh here.  A glance to his neck, the biggest sight here.  Definitely not who she thought she heard at first now that she’s truly looking at him.-

-AUDIBLE GASP.-

-She slowly puts each plastic ring with the worm on her fingers.-

I’m Solomon.

-She pauses in playing footsie with an apple when she actually should have been looking around instead.  She should have been playing different battle music, too.  The clatter of bones stops for a moment as she hears boots.  Not the usual jangle of armor or weight that she’s used to.  A shuffle, more or less.-

-The voice makes her snap, for just a second, just given her usual impulsiveness that always holds true.-

You--

-That’s...-

Ah... Sorry, I...

-There’s something that makes her pause as she watches him--a visitor?  This is a visitor to this side.  Quietly, she lifts up the apple.  Her heart races as there’s something that sparks inside of her.  She shouldn’t be so trusting, but she just is.  She extends a hand to him, realizing that he’s in danger, potentially--if he just happened here, if his existence isn’t yet solidified, isn’t remembered.-

There’s no formal name, beyond “Heaven’s Wasteland.”  I consider it my domain, and I persist here and continue to.

....

>  You’ve entered a gift!

-Oh goddamnit, hold on--no, don’t play music, don’t set this up to---

-Goddamnit why do they both have to be like this this isn’t even a crayfish crawfish crawdaddy.-

>  Attack.

-She tips the apple over with her toe, waiting for Merlin or something to pop out or something.-

Question 4/10

I-I’d prefer not to have any “gunch” versions of anyone!  A-And Lancelot was normal, for your information!  Like any Berserker version of him, in fact!  

Okay, I guess Arthur is a bit gunch, given his circumstances…  He’s like the scraped off grail goo impression of other me’s Arthur.  Everyone else is, like someone I had to kind of find.  I can’t just summon up someone.  I scavenged my command seals and my Servants.  

… Hmm.  I dunno.  There’s several Servants who I can’t have right out given my shenanigans.  Solomon, being one of those.  But also I can’t really accept an Oda Nobunaga after everything.  And absolutely no Tristan!!! 

I’m not that picky otherwise, and that’s what?  That’s only like twenty, maybe, Servants at most out of the pool of kajillions with Alters, Summer, Santa, Weird Classes, Black Fridays, whatever.  I’d take really anyone else if they should happen by here. I’m not sure I can really choose?  I’m not sure who would get along with me?  

Do you want to choose by just aesthetics?  I don’t know their personalities, just how they fight, really!

I have the same tastes as other me, probably.  I’d go “who does she like”…  Big tits!  Boy, girl, anyone!  Maybe a bit taller than me, but I wouldn’t mind being a top!    Strong arms are nice!  Kinda like that guy camping out in my bedroom!

Someone fucking jacked’s acceptable!

-Memeko, you’re too scared to hold hands in most cases???-

…

…

…

-She peeks inside and takes out the key, turning it this way and that while she eats the note.-

A key...?

Use once?  

To fucking what?  That bastard.  What the fuck?  The fuck is this?  Do I get some magical shoujo anime door for a one off visit to Flower Land?  Where he can just... just...  

...

How mean to even tease me like that...!  How disgusting--!  How... How...

... 

-She realizes she’s being a bit irrational about the accusation.  Maybe it’s to something else.  Maybe it wasn’t meant to hurt her feelings like this.  Maybe it’s actually the key material other her needs for that guy?  That’s... That’s at least funny to think about for a moment, but she just can’t really trust it not to be a well-intentioned affront.  Or did he mean to eat up her reaction?  He’s an incubus, after all.  And even she knows she’s a volatile mess.-

-She looks at it and--and there’s a bit of a frown. It’s kind of a jumbled up weird emotion.  Is this an insult?  Is he still going to make fun of her with having a consolation prize?  “Good job with your temper tantrum and fifty issue pile up, you lost the race, but here’s a model.”-

-On the other hand, it’s kind of pretty?  Getting glass that’s intact is a bit unusual out here.  She sets it aside rather than trying to eat it like a little spiteful gremlin.-

...

-Another note?-

-Oh shit!  Someone’s decided to be SANTA?  A full SANTA for her?-

-She’s touched?  She’s about to cry, maybe?  No one’s remembered any holiday here before?  Is it Christmas?  It’s Christmas never and all at once here!-

Question 3/10

Discontinued foods!  They’re usually slightly damaged or stale but I’m also an existence that is unfathomable by most standards and like half borrowed tentacles!!!

I eat like a five year old!

I also like finding old stuff... like 80′s and 90′s nostalgia stuff in general.

Of course, I guess, third place would be “stuff from alien civilizations.” I found that stuff that I “recognize” as “former Earth human” drifts closer to try and be remembered before it just evaporates so I see that way more here.  But there’s a lot weird trash here!  Sometimes it’s cool as hell.

But they don’t give the pleasure that Holiday Spice Pepsi does.