FABULA NOVA CRYSTALLIS || INTRODUCTION LOG

[eternitymods]

Who: All characters (New Arrivals and Native OCs) When: April 11th Where: The Dream Width (Airship), the Curti Center, and the Housing District What: For the first time in 10 years, outworlders have been found the Dream Width. This unprecedented number of new arrivals are rescued and brought to Vaikuntha, and must now try to start adjusting to their new home. Warnings/Notes: All players can put up a toplevel. Please post to the NPC toplevel if you have an IC question for them. ARRIVAL [ You wake from your dreams, from your memories, on a narrow cot. There are fleeting impressions- recycled air, humming machinery, movement, strangers waking around you. The room you wake in is lined with cots, with barely enough space between them to walk to the door. The makeshift infirmary is becoming uncomfortably warm, packed to its capacity with people. Stepping out, there is a lobby space that bears the signs of having once held some furniture, now cleared away to make space. Even with the sparse accommodations, the space quickly fills to standing-room only. As the automatic door slides shut on the infirmary, a light flashes on the far side of the room. A flickering holographic projection of a man’s face and gloved hand appears projected in the space above the arrivals’ heads. He backs up so his upper body is in frame for the recording. An arm, covered in the same orange flightsuit sleeve, hands him a tablet. The man begins to read. A written version of the message scrolls along the bottom of the projection as he speaks. ] ’Welcome travelers’… That’s way too formal. Hey everyone. Hi! [ The second man leans into the frame to add his greeting. ] Don’t panic. You were floating out there, but we pulled you in and rescued you. Yeah, we’re heroic AND handsome. And also the only ones crazy enough to come out here to get you. [ A woman’s voice calls from out of frame. ] Can you two be serious for ONE moment and stick to your scripts? [ The two men give each other a conspiratorial eyeroll. This does not appear to be their first take. ] Anyways, no need to panic. Seriously, don’t do anything reckless. We got our fill of that with Skywalker. [A huff is heard offscreen, and the men finally spare the tablet another glance.] ‘Your pilots will be navigating treacherous environs as this message plays…’ Claire, seriously? Nobody talks like this! [ The tablet is tossed to the side and lands with a thunk offscreen. ] We’re gonna wing it. Look, everyone, we’re workin’ hard to get you planetside safely, and it’s gonna take some tricky flying to do it. So the door to the cockpit is locked so we can focus on not getting us all killed. Don’t try to open it, unless you want to be stardust. We promise you’ll get answers about what’s going on once we land. But for now, please trust us. Right now, we’re your only hope. [ The second man leans forward, close to the recording device, and presses a button. The projection freezes for a moment, and then the message starts to play again. ] ’Welcome travelers’… CURTI CENTER [ Finally after hours of flight, you arrive at the Curti Center. The other NPCs await you along with the Native OCs. Cid gives a short and to the point welcome speech, explaining what the situation is: you were lost in a space called the Dream Width. You are now on a planet called Vaikuntha: for ages, the people of this world have used Airships to rescue people lost in the Dream Width, with one person being found roughly every ten years. No one knows why this happens, but this has been a mutually beneficial exchange, with the people from Vaikutha rescuing people lost in the Dream Width and the rescued ones sharing their wisdom with the people of Vaikuntha. Ten years ago, something unusual happened: two people were found at once, Biggs and Wedge. But that was nothing compared to what happened today. Indeed, here you are. No one knows why such a large number of people has been found at once, but the Curti Center is a place dedicated to piercing the Dream Width's secrets. Cid also introduces the other ones: his assistant Jessie, Claire, the woman looking at the group in horror upon being pointe out as the bookkeeper, Kupoto and Mogaruru, their Mognet representatives and finally the Native OCs: those brave and kind souls who have accepted to help you all on a daily basis. After Cid finishes (and Claire despairs at the pile of paperwork she must complete by the end of the week), the Native OCs provide a tour of the facility and help the newcomers navigate their future lives. Now is the time to ask questions and look over pamphlets regarding locations, Jobs, life in Vaikuntha... ] [ If you want to contact an NPC specifically during this introduction, please respond to the toplevel with the name of the NPC in the subject header. The mods will try to reply at least once a day for each NPC. ] A BALL OF FLUFF NAMED MOOGLE [ It has been a long day, perhaps now you would like to find your way to a place to sleep? Or perhaps you'd like to get some answers, but you can't be bothered to go seek people out? And lo, just as despair begins settles in, a Moogle slams into you! Or stops by your side if their aim is decent... It's the Moogle Cid mentioned in his speech earlier! And they'll be informing you that now, they will stick to you like your shadow and help you in anyway they can! They're also giving you your iMog Slate- Now you can get onto Mognet! Isn't it great? ] A QUICK CHECK-UP [ Whether it's your Moogle, Native OCs or NPCs, all will urge you to stop by the hospital wing for a basic check-up. You may disagree, but listen. You've just been thrown into a space between worlds, rescued, and brought to another world. For your own sake, that's a good idea. Should you give in and go (or should you be dragged by your Moogle or a Native OC), you will find yourself in the cold and white space very reminiscent of an hospital. For characters with specific medical conditions necessitating help, this is where they will receive it if asked. The doctors and nurses are all White Mages or Chemists, with various levels into their Job as well as medical knowledge. Don't mind the confused looks if you look like nothing they've ever seen before... It's hard for a doctor to be unable to give a proper diagnosis to a patient! For everyone else though, they'll be let go with smiles and be given a candy as they leave. No one likes medical check-ups, but it's a very quick and basic one: testing reflexes, taking your temperature and the likes. On the bright side, while you're grumpily sitting on a bed with a thermometer on your forehead or in your mouth, it might be a good time to socialize with your fellow new arrival who's having lights flashed into their eyes by a doctor. Misery loves company, after all. ] A BAD OMEN [ Wandering around, you may stumble upon an old and tired-looking moogle wearing what can only be described as a decrepit fortune-teller attire. Upon seeing you, or any of the new arrivals for that matter, he will slowly approach and tell you all the exact same speech. ] If you stay here, you're doomed. She will find you and make you suffer hell. [At which point his eyes will grow exorbitant.] This world is cursed. You will die and never be free. [And finally he'll fly right into your face.] Never! [ Then he will leave and go say his speech to someone else, without doing anything but repeating different variations of his warning if asked for details. Should you ask your assigned Moogle, Biggs or Wedge, they will mention this crazy moogle can't be reasoned with and sometimes stick around the center, even though he's always chased away. He never says anything besides doomsday predictions. For unknown reasons, he's always been particularly nasty with Biggs and Wedge... And with you as well now, it seems. ] PRETTY SIGHTS [ There's plenty of rooms to wander about in, with several points of interest apart from the offices. The Airship Hangar is where the airships are kept and the first room you entered. Workers keep guard to prevent the outworlders from getting too close to the vehicles. Airships are expensive and they don't want you messing with them, after all. Venturing into the Research Section, you can walk through public exhibitions on astronomy, airship design, and asterisk studies. A good place to get used to the basic science of this world. The laboratories lie behind a thick locked door with a sign reading "EMPLOYEES ONLY". No going there, for now anyway. Not too far from there are the Employee Quarters - work stations, apartments, and lounge areas. The latter are available to the public, whereas the rest is locked to Native OCs. But if you get them to be friends with you, perhaps they'll let you visit? Also open to all is a Cafeteria - a standard food court with stalls serving all types of Vaikunthan cuisine. The Chef is a very jovial and absent-minded Hypello. Beware of long lines and crowded tables. Should you prefer open spaces, then the gardens are for you! There are different sections in the gardens around the center. One boasts a wide array of blooming flowers, another more practical with herbs commonly used in Vaikunthan cooking. One had been cultivated for butterflies and hummingbirds to visit. Paths have been laid through so that visitors can safely navigate, and moogles will swoop down and shout at anyone who strays into the flower beds. Or perhaps, you want to wait till the sunset. Dusk on a new world, but a beginning of a new life... The sea shines bright in the orange light. A good moment for quiet contemplation. ] HOUSING [The housing accommodations are the best the Curti staff could provide, given the sudden and unexpected number of arrivals from the Dream Width. The keys have been entrusted to the moogles who will be guiding the new arrivals. The new arrivals can stop by the Curti Center storage room to collect some essential supplies that have been donated by charity organizations from around the world (there are boxes of toothbrushes and whitening toothpaste sent from the Zora, hair brushes from the Elezen, quick-drying towels from the Hypello, among the various donations of clothes, toiletries, and blankets), before heading to their temporary homes. The people of Vaikuntha have done their best to provide for their new neighbors and help them get on their feet. Still, things will be a little cramped until the off-worlders can find employment and move into better housing. The staff hopes they can get along with one another until alternate arrangements can be made. You can survive living with roommates for a few months, right?]

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Hunk | Voltron

[chefbayardee]

(( As a heads-up, I'm more than willing to time-space condense non-monster-y Test Drive threads such that the relevant CR happens during the Arrival period. Also I'll match tag/prose so go with whatever, I used prose just to differentiate between Hunk and his Moogle. ))

[ Curti Center + Moogle ]

Hunk was angry and, well, many other emotions. Getting thrown into an unknown planet, separated from his friends and forced to make do wasn't new to him. He knew how this was supposed to go: find who's in charge, talk about Voltron and the Galra, form Voltron, save the day, go home. But... they didn't seem to know anything. So either this was uncharted space, far from the Galra Empire and anything else he knows, or something is very wrong. Shiro went missing from his Lion once out of nowhere, so...

He's leaning towards the more catastrophic option. And thus here he is, sitting on a bench near the Curti Center, bawling his eyes out with a dusty-looking Moogle with a yellow pom-pom roosted on his shaky shoulder.

"So Hunk, you sound like you've been through this sort of thing before, kupo. What'd you do to cope with all that stress, kupo?" For a moogle, its voice was surprisingly deep and comforting.

"Well, I cried... and then I started trying to cook." Hunk grumbled, in between stifled sobs. He sighed, about to start working himself into another breakdown, when the Moogle began to pat the human's head.

"Cooking? I have an absolutely kupo idea- go try to relax and I'll find you later!" The Moogle began to laugh as its little wings lifted it into the skies, leaving an increasingly disheveled Hunk in its wake.

"Wh-what?! No, come back, adorable friend!" Hunk whirled around on the bench, trying to grab the Moogle, but those wings give it some moves. "Please?! Don't leave me alone! I don't even know your naaaame!"

[ Prep Time: Pretty Sights ]

[ Hunk's mood lifted considerably as he made his way through the assorted Research exhibitions. Airships, asterisks, magitek... it sounded like it all worked on a completely different set of rules than the technology he'd come to know. Maybe they'd been able to harness the power of quintessence like the Galra? Regardless, it was fascinating, and he found himself compelled to take notes on everything he saw.

...Of course, that included the offerings in the Cafeteria, as well. Hunk had set up shop at a remote table with two whole trays of food placed on either side, stacked high with every single thing they had. In front of him sat his iMog Slate, where he was hastily scribbling notes on what he was eating. These notes, to anyone curious enough to look over his shoulder, were recipes. Well, that and reviews, like any gourmand worth his salt.

He absentmindedly grabs a brown mass from the tray on the left, pops it into his mouth, and-

He retches, face contorting into a look of disgust, despair, and disappointment. ]

W-well... kupo nuts are disgusting.

[ And then he keeps chewing it for a few moments before uncomfortably swallowing. No, it sure didn't have a pleasant aftertaste. ]

[ Mythril Chef: B-01 Edition - Open to Everyone! ]

Maybe you're a resident of B house, or maybe you're just walking by. But as long as you have a nose, you may smell the fragrant aromas of a nice, home-cooked meal. A window to B-01 is open, and if you choose to investigate, you see that the door is propped open, too!

Hunk is clearly visible from the doorway, standing in the middle of the kitchen. He's working up a storm, and shouting up one, too.

"Balmogra, be careful! We just had the other cockatrice breast petrify itself, toss it in the fryer as soon as you grab it." Hunk, departing from the sobbing, meeker persona others have typically seen him employ, is brash and loud and assertive. His Moogle lets out a sigh, making sure that he's got his goal ever in sight.

"But Hunk, why can't I be the one to roast the kupo nuts, kupo?" Balmogra, in contrast to his calm authority, is the one whining this time, and a perceptive onlooker might even see a tear streak from the Moogle's eye.

"Because, Bal, you kept eating them. Cooking is best when it's for someone else, now get me that Kiddilion Sand Spice, stat!" Hunk snapped, flipping the kupo nuts in the frying pan with an effortless motion. And with a grace befitting anyone but someone with his frame, he whirls around, snatches the cockatrice breast from Balmogra's paws, and delicately places it in the fryer. Apparently he had to do everything.

And as the smell of roasted, spiced kupo nuts wafted through the air, Balmogra realized with but a dejected "K-kupo..." that he made some kind of terrible mistake. Those were supposed to be his.

[ Wild Card ]

(( Surprise me! :) ))

curti center

[zanarkandian]

Tidus was moving along on his merry way, trying his best to focus and hold himself together. What a mess this was---not that he entirely minded being here, given the alternative for himself, but that didn't mean he didn't have feelings about all he'd lost.

Just as he thought that, he passed someone around his age, feeling about the way he'd felt when he first woke up. Well...time to help. Tidus approached the bench with a sympathetic expression.

"Hey, I don't think you have to worry. Not about that, anyway. The Moogles are supposed to stick to us like glue."

Just ask Zunne, the disgruntled Moogle in sunglasses floating along behind Tidus. He was far too cool for this conversation and showed it, as usual.

[chefbayardee]

"R-really...?" Hunk's tears don't really dry, but the wail in his voice is almost entirely gone. He doesn't want to be all alone here, even though it's more civilized and hospitable than most planets he's been to. It's too outside his comfort zone.

Hunk's eyes drift to that sunglassed Moogle in the background, and he barely manages to stifle a laugh. Now that he's thinking about it, these little fluffballs are cute and they have a lot of personality.

"Wh-what do you t-think he's planning?" He's asking this poor guy something he knows he can't answer, but. If he doesn't let the question out, he'll start to seriously think this'll end with Moogles committing Murders, and that's not good for his mental state.

[zanarkandian]

Tidus moves to sit on the ground in front of the bench---close enough to listen, but not so close as to be threatening.

"If he's anything like mine...probably planning to take care of you, complain about it, and then pull your ear until you finally get to bed," he says with a small laugh. Quickly, he sobers up. This is still serious.

"I know it's tough. Being without your friends, not knowing what's happening...I cried too," he admits in a whisper.

Hell’s Kitchen

[sirenslight]

Mythra is just leaving the room to get a bit of peace to herself. Nothing more, nothing less. However, the acting fragrance of food, and the yelling of Hunk in the kitchen, draws her to look inside. And then, to step inside. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t ask if it’s okay to come in. She just enters, like she always does, Then she takes a seat and just, stares.

There’s a certain comfort she feels in just watching someone cook, a certain sense of security. Watching Hunk frantically scramble about would seem stressful to most but, Mythra finds a mix of entertainment and warmth in it. Of course, eventually, she’s dragged from her thoughts, realizing that she probably wasn’t welcome here, and she couldn’t simply leverage herself to stay.

“Oh, I probably shouldn’t be here, should I?”

the okuyasu thread makes this amazing now, can we keep both

[chefbayardee]

"It's fine, the door was open for a reason!" That reason was just as much to make friends as it was to have a safe method of retreat if weird, Vaikunthan foods happened to catch fire or start sparking or explode.

But he hasn't turned around yet. Hunk simply hears the voice and responds, gesturing angrily with his head towards Balmogra to keep following his darn orders. And so the Moogle obeys, shaking a canister of Mythril Rock Salt onto that cockatrice breast.

"I can probably set a portion of something aside, if you're hungry!" Hunk starts to laugh, following-up on Balmogra's incompetence and juggling those kupo nuts, too. "I'm making some extras of everything since I figured some people might want real food." And now he's actually laughing.

Yes. Yes it does. Also that thread probably happened before this one which is even better.

[sirenslight]

“I’d appreciate it if you could, but you don’t have to.” [And Mythra wasn’t saying that out of humility. Indeed, such a word likely did not exist in Mythra’s lexicon. It was more just because she wasn’t all that in need of it. But also she wouldn’t turn down free food, and so if Hunk was going to give her some, then we’ll, who was she to complain?

[She thought back to watching her sister cook back home. Mythra has no choice in that, she was inside her body, but it wasn’t as if she found it miserable. She would study her movements and try and replicate them, but somehow it never ended up coming out right. Mythra didn’t get why. Maybe it was just some inherent difference between them. So in a way, sitting here was just a reminder of home in an unfamiliar world; a moment to be cherished.]

Curti Center

[chocobosnap]

It was the crying that caught his attention and Prompto was usually pretty nervous to approach people, but honestly he'd never noticed someone crying before. What should he do?

He wrung his hands slightly and approached before sitting next to him.

"H-Hey. Um...It's okay..."

Alright, so he wasn't too sure how to go about comforting him. It hadn't ever come up. What was he doing?

[chefbayardee]

"No it's not, my Moogle is gone, and so's my Lion, and..."

Hunk slides over a bit to give the guy more room. He might be crying, but he's not heartless. He sighs a heaving, shuddering sigh, and he groans.

"I just want them all to be okay. And if they're not here, I can't know that." And then he whimpers, wiping a few tears from his eyes and- ew, he just blew like a liter of snot into one of those quick-drying towels he'd picked up.

Housing

[spaceforged]

He'd laid down for a while to recharge so he could approach whatever came next with a fresh mind. Normally he sleeps light. Shiro had slept like the dead until there's a change in the air. Even then it takes shouting and the rattling of his bedroom doorknob to drag him out of sleep.

The doorknob turns out to be Wimbledon. He scrubs sleep from his eyes and stares. Right. He had locked the door. "Don't just stare like that! Get over here and help me!" He makes him wait a minute. The door clicks and the moogle shoots through the house like an arrow. "Does this old nose smell greatness, kupo? Ah, what a wonderful-" He hovers in the doorway of the kitchen and is moved aside by Shiro.

"Find everything you need, Hunk?" His voice is only slightly slurred. He leans against the doorframe watching him work. If he felt any more relieved to see him and know one of his team is alright, maybe all of them he'd break his own face with his slightly sleepy smile.

Re: Housing

[chefbayardee]

(( Do they know they're living together already, or is Hunk too engrossed in cooking and Shiro too sleepy to register all this? ))

"Sure did, Shiro!" Hunk hasn't quite turned around yet, because man is he neck deep in some much-needed culinary therapy. Balmogra takes note of Wimbledon and waves at him, silently pointing to the roasting kupo nuts. They had it made.

"Oh, and I made some coffee too. It's over there somewhere." Hunk looses an arm from his exploits for a moment and gestures wildly behind him. If Shiro cared to follow the hand... or, well, like anything within a 90-degree angle of it, he might see that coffee pot, softly bubbling. "Apparently they've got a lot of options, just like Earth!"

[mythmaker]

My, my. It's so lively out here~.

[And here comes Azusa! ...from upstairs. She's already used the sink to wash her face and fix her hair. It takes actual effort to look this good, alright? But more than that, she's been relaxing upstairs in what she assumes is her room ever since she stopped by and found the door unlocked. Must have been an oversight, or maybe she came in while Hunk was in the pantry and they just missed each other.]

Are you my new roommate? It's a pleasure to meet you.

[She's completely ignoring the scent. It smells gourmet to her, even if it's not appetizing.]

reading this with intent to tag just made me scream. azusa hon why and how

[chefbayardee]

Yeah, I-

[ And then Hunk realizes. There are four people in this house. There's him. Baiken. Shiro. Adrien. None of them sound like her, because the only one who's a woman is, well, gruffer. So he turns down the heat at the stovetop and whirls around, half expecting to start screaming bloody murder when. ]

Oh. Uh. No, I... um. [ She's so inoffensive-looking that he can't even stay mad. Confused, sure, but... ]

You're in B-1 right now.

Hunk's no good very bad day, Cutri Center edition.

[worldmother]

[ There were some newbies who were taking things in stride, like Elly... and then there's this guy, crying on his bench for all to see. And while most are likely shuffling past Hunk with a mixture of apprehension and wicked second-hand embarrassment, the redhead can't help but slow to a stop in front of him.

She's not sure what has happened (although she can make a few educated guesses), but she can't bring herself to just leave someone so beside themselves alone. Slowly, with her moogle looking on nearby, she pulls something out of her coat pocket, offering it out to him. ]

Here.

[ A handkerchief, followed by an encouraging smile. ]

You look like you could use this.

[chefbayardee]

[ Hunk's sobs are met with a warm, calm compassion. He stops between ugly-cries and looks up at the woman and the handkerchief she offers. ]

O-oh... thank you.

[ He takes it, and then blows into it with an absurd amount of force. It may never be clean again, because it might even be dripping with snot. So he winces upon looking at it, and sets it down on the edge of the bench. Still sniffling and red-eyed, he looks back at the woman. ]

S-sorry, I... this is just a lot to deal with on my own.

Mythril Chef

[reincarnationception]

Exploring his own housing district, Fei can't help but stop by at the aroma of food.

"Wow, you're really going at it huh?"

[chefbayardee]

"Oh, totally! If I gotta eat it, then why go halfway?" Hunk cackles from the depths of the kitchen, shooting a quick glance back at the man. Nobody he recognizes, which is no big deal, it just means he has to try a little harder.

"We have some coffee brewed up if you want, and if you've got a hankering for anything in particular just let me know, I've already cooked some stuff up!"

pretty sights

[twomeals]

[Having to stand in line for food is weird and strange and abnormal! And trying to carry trays when you've got wingclaws instead of proper hands just made the whole cafeteria process a huge pain overall...which is why, instead of bothering with all that, Yue decides to just stalk over to that table with the huge pile of food on it. Nobody could eat that much in one sitting, right?

Before he can ask for a taste though, he couldn't help noticing that grimace.]

...Are they really that bad?

Re: pretty sights

[chefbayardee]

( Do we want to assume they have the meet-each-other part of their TDM thread done with, or do we wanna replace that with this? )

Eugh, they are.

[ Hunk groans, barely swallowing the kupo nut before chasing it with milk from some kind of Vaikunthan creature. ]

If you don't believe me you can, uh... feel free to try one.

[ He turns a bit green in the face upon picking up one of the nuts and holding it out for the bird-man. ]

Mythril Chef

[studdedcouncilprez]

[Makoto was returning home, her moogle Kopuchi following along with a small bag of assorted groceries and knickknacks. She's just passing through the area when she heard the voice of somebody she remembered hearing on the airship.]

[Curious, she poked her head through a window and saw one of the most fascinating spectacles she had seen in a while: the graceful movements, the improbable frame, the skilled enthusiasm! It was like watching to heavy-set individuals doing artwork on the flying trapeze.]

[She was so engrossed in the sight that she couldn't feel Kopuchi's tug on her sleeve and an inquiring question if everything was alright.]

[chefbayardee]

[ Hunk was enthralled by the sensory symphony of his culinary cavalcade- everything had its place and moved according to plan, as it always did. Well, with exception to the most uncontrollable variable: human, or in this case moogle error.

Another dash of spices blanket the kupo nuts, and he spins around, effortlessly grabbing the handle of a kitchen knife that begins to smack repeatedly into the cutting board, turning some kind of native carrot-adjacent organism into thin slices in the blink of an eye.

And then he looks up, hearing the faint sound of a voice and seeing the addition of a visitor. Well, not a new visitor. So he smiles and waves with his knife hand. ]

Oh, hiya Makoto-san! [ And then he starts beaming because he remembered to include the Thing. ]

Wildcard

[righthandstand]

[continuing from here.

The will to stay back and have the final word competes with the pain and need to sit down and have some ice cream. Ultimately, Hunk is successful in pulling Okuyasu through the crowd, far enough that he and Mythra are likely not to run into each other again during the flight.

Okuyasu leans against Hunk and moves his jaw around, a rough test to check if anything's broken.]

[chefbayardee]

Ouch.

[ Hunk has been keeping his eyes almost exclusively on Okuyasu, when he's not glancing around to make sure they don't bump into people. And just the movement of the jaw makes him uncomfortable. ]

On a scale from one to five, [ Hunk uses his free hand to gesture with an open palm to the guy. He doesn't have to say anything! ] how bad do you think it is?

[ Because it obviously hurts. ]

Pretty sights

[kuposcreed]

[Bonnie just...sort of stared at Hunk, jaw dropped just a touch. She wasn't the only moogle who had turned in response to his reaction to their favorite treat, but she was the closest.

Later she'll at least give him credit for finishing what he started munching on but for now she looks a touch scandalized before she crosses her paws with a frown.]

Well...maybe you just don't have the properly acclimated palette for such a delicious treat, kupo.

[And with that she takes an indignant bite out of her own kupo nut.]

[chefbayardee]

[ He tries to laugh, but that taste won't leave his mouth, and it's not appetizing. But he half-smiles at Bonnie. Would've been more, but the kupo nuts were a happiness drain. ]

I mean, I'm more worried about what had to happen for your palette to acclimate to these things!

[ Hunk wants to ask if ancient moogles ate garbage or rotting carrion or, like, durians. There had to be a logical explanation for this. But he knows he doesn't want to know, deep down. So he doesn't ask, and simply looks horrified into the distance. ]