Completed portraits of our Residents so far in this stream!

I’m still streaming for people who are still interested, and I’m listening to Welcome to Night Vale. I’m on Episode 88 for people who may or may not want spoilers.

Ah hi! Wonderful to see you again!

And it’s okay, I totally understand where you’re coming from. Bitties in and of themselves can be a bit unnerving for folks to interact with, they do have an appearance that’s very similar to a human skeleton after all and that can be more than a little unsettling.

I’ve heard very little of Meeks as a type, to be honest. Even the original source doesn’t have much on them, just cliff notes of a general idea, so it’s slow going in figuring out how best to help our resident Meek.

Al has been a huge help, being selectively mute himself, and between him and Van, they’ve managed to pin down a few specifics about our Meek friend. So far, we haven’t gotten a name, but we do know that he is a he, that English is not his first language and he really enjoys playing Sudoku. I’m doing research to figure out what his original language is, he tried writing something the first time we gave him pencil and paper that none of us knew how to read.

Does anyone out there recognize this writing?

Thank you for braving your fears and doing what you could to help a bitty in need. Meeks are very empathetic in my experience, this one very likely got a good feeling about you and knew they would be able to get help if they approached you.

Again, thank you for your efforts. We can take it from here. 

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As bitties went, Cell found themselves having to wrack their brain for any information on Meek type bitties as they carried the quiet little fellow into the kitchen, one hand cupped against their chest so the bitty could get a good grip on their shirt.

“Hey, Ed? You busy?”

They tried not to raise their voice too much, not wanting to accidentally spook Sunny playing with soft blocks on the couch, but they did end up having to call again when the grumpy Edgy didn’t show. A brief flash of red colored magic had Ed appearing on the counter top, looking rumpled and tired but not yet wearing that particular scowl that meant he was going to be snappy.

“Whatcha want? That new guy’s kickin’ up a fuss again, Halim’s thinkin’ we might have t’sedate ‘im for a little while til his ribs heal.”

“Oof, that sucks. I’ll be quick then.”

Cell turned, carefully shifting their grip to reveal the Meek clinging to their shirt, and saw Ed’s eyelights brighten before he abruptly shortcut to their shoulder. His tiny claws were like pinpricks on their earlobe as he grabbed on to support himself, leaning over to get a better look at the new arrival.

“S’that a Meek…?”

“Guess so. The person who found them didn’t seem sure, but they’re pretty quiet and don’t respond to noise, so either their hard of hearing or completely deaf. Whaddyou think, eh?”

Ed leaned over a bit further, and Cell winced a little at the added weight on their ear but didn’t say anything. It was just an awkward angle…

“Hnh. Waved back at me, so they’re not completely incommnicado. I’ll get Al, he’s better with stuff like this. Knows more sign language anyway.”

“Thanks, Ed. I’m gonna see if they’ll be up to eating anything and we can take it from there.”

We have a name for our Meek!

It took him four tries before he had a circle he actually wanted me to see, he even tore up two of them, but there we are. He’s still writing, but he isn’t letting me watch this time. I think he’s quite enjoying playing with my colored pencils...

@secret-art-bastard turned me in that direction as well, and from what we’ve gotten broken down, it’s more of a 99% probability that whoever cared for this Meek before he came to the center was HUGE into the New Who series.