text;

[siesinddasessen]

How does one go the best about forcing an echo?

And, relatedly, is there a way to control what exactly is echoed?

[She knows that she is threading dangerous waters here, but she also needs a very specific thing that she knows her former self possessed.]


[Also, action option: Blaine will be visiting Chloe's farm around noon, poking around the area to find the shorter female. She wears normal, non-descriptive, though not quite her usual clothes (well, the thick brown jacket is normal, but the white pants and knee-high boots are definitely not something that she's been around town in before), and has a fairly large bag over her shoulder. Whoever might be there for whatever reason: Feel free to run into her!]

Comments

[espigeonage]

Beyond going and seeking out things that cause pulses? idk, and you've already met both snakes and Blood Keys. New and dangerous situations?

Sorry again about the pizza sauce.

[siesinddasessen]

I need a specific echo. Not just anything. [And she cannot use other specific echoes that might be triggered by very similar situations. She really doesn't know enough but what she knows... makes things harder.]

What did you do with that sauce anyway? You used to be able to cook.

[espigeonage]

Sorry. Idk anyone who's really tried that.

It tastes pretty normal to me. Doesn't have that bite it's really supposed to.

[siesinddasessen]

It tastes like you dropped the complete box of spices in it.

[espigeonage]

It's supposed to be a little spicy. But it's seasoned-to-taste and I thought like the cayenne lost its potency or something.

[siesinddasessen]

You could try a spoonful and see for yourself.

[Blaine, no.]

[espigeonage]

It smells normal enough. Sour.

[siesinddasessen]

You won't know taste from smell, though.

[Stop trolling your flatmate.]

[espigeonage]

I am not putting a spoonful of red pepper powder in my mouth. There are more dignified methods of suicide.

[espigeonage]

[Seconds later]

shit.

It's just - sour and kind of bitter.

1/2

[siesinddasessen]

[what]


[did he seriously]

[siesinddasessen]

And?

[espigeonage]

It's not warm at all. Not even a little.

I gotta try some things here.

[siesinddasessen]

[what]

Don't die.

[espigeonage]

Blaine I want you to promise me something. It's important.

Promise me you'll never put pure powdered ginger in your mouth.

I have no icon for her face right now

[siesinddasessen]

[there are no words]

[siesinddasessen]

[hold the line]



Spit it out.

[Does she need to call an ambulance. JULIEN YOU DUMB. She doesn't want to have to move because you killed yourself with spices.]

[espigeonage]

Too late. Far too late. Wow that's intense! I see why you ginger up horses now. The poor horses.

So the good news is my taste buds haven't just gone and switched off entirely.

[siesinddasessen]

You just destroyed them now?

[espigeonage]

I'll recover! I think. Probably.

Yeah I broke open the can of jalepenos and they're stone cold. Guess it's just peppers.

[siesinddasessen]

[She will

do the thing

watch her]

I can get you to the LSR if you need a doctor.

[being helpful]

I don't want to have to move because you killed yourself or something. [though not without reason.]

[espigeonage]

No, I'm good! Just coughed a lot. I haven't actually been taking spoonfuls of spices. I've been taking pinches.

Seriously still don't do what I did, it's pretty miserable.


[...he's not very good at trolling.]

[siesinddasessen]

Good to hear that you aren't quite as dumb as you made it seem.

[Implying that he is still dumb

...also he kind of succeeded, congrats????]

[espigeonage]

Hey, thanks! I appreciate it.

So I guess this is a forked-tongue thing. Aw but I liked pepper!

wait. Isn't there like a wings house around where if you can eat a platter of the spiciest they have it's free?

[PRIORITIES]

[siesinddasessen]

I wouldn't know.

Ask?

[She's not really one for eating out, unless it is some cheap fast food type thing.]