#normalhumandad

More populated than the fields and less gray and smoggy than the city, the suburbs were decidedly Chell’s favorite place to be. She had spent a total of four days outside thusfar, searching for humans and food and the greenest grass available. 

So far almost none of the humans had wanted to be near her, which was unfortunate. Some of the kids were happy to say hello and give her hugs until their parents dragged them away. Dogs barked at her from behind fences and she growled back. 

Sweaty, bored, and happy with her choice of location, she crawled over the nearest white picket fence and took in her surroundings. These people had a little flower patch, how cute. 

Surely the owners of the house wouldn’t mind. Outside was hers, after all. Best case scenario, they find her and she would introduce herself and make some friends. Worst case scenario, they stay in their house and avoid her like the others, right? 

send me a crystal and i'll tell...verdite:my muse's ethnicity/family history

I actually hadn’t thought about this before! Here are my thoughts on it, though it may be subject to change in the future:

Kent’s family likely emigrated from the British Isles (which part, I’m not sure, and neither is the Mansley family) and came to America at some early point in colonization history. The last name stayed with them, but not the culture of their original homeland. When Kent says he’s “American” for all intents and purposes that’s what he is-- he, and the rest of his family, is incredibly removed from his origins overseas. 

At some point the Mansleys established themselves as tobacco growers (obviously not in a state like Illinois; his grandfather still lived in whatever state this happened in however, so it was his parents that moved away) and are sort of like old money; not terribly rich, but enough to where that they don’t have to work if they don’t want to. Kent’s parents wanted to remove themselves from this wealth, however, as it was only acquired because of the labor of slaves. Kent has no idea this is why, however, and is incredibly resentful of the fact his parents passed down none of the hefty inheritance his dad received when his grandfather passed on.

[ I don’t have a speech prepared or anything- I honestly never thought I’d get this far! In the last two months, I’ve met some pretty awesome people. Yeah, I’m lookin’ at you! I’ve been able to share my love for these doofy characters, and find other fans of the series in turn. That’s pretty priceless, if you ask me. But enough about me- let’s talk abut you! ]

DID THE THING

(( So I found this again.

“Hmm, curious looking fellow.. yet so sharply dressed unlike what I’ve seen before.”

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[ edit: apologies if you get an alert and have already seen this! I failed to tag with the “@” function of the new update, so some may recieve a notification concerning this post who are already aware. ]

New York City. 

A dreamland of concrete, schawarma stands, and random acts of violence. 

Usually, at least. The common button men were shockingly scarce as of late. 

But like any dry spell, this too would pass. Max sat on the sill of a low-story window, idly staring down at the asphalt, awaiting their next brush with death. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a stranger down below. He grinned and kicked his feet.

“Hey, Sam! There’re some tourists blockin’ my view of the gutter. Can I shoot ‘um?”