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[She hadn't really thought she'd need to consider this so soon after arriving, but she did, if nothing else, need lay the groundwork... and branch out of this got nothing concrete.
So here, have a brief image on the screen of what's clearly a reflection of Elita on a slab of metal somewhere in Solus' temple large enough to actually give a full-body view. This doesn't last more than a few seconds before the screen is turned back to face Elita again, however.]
Are there any others around of a similar height and mass as myself, who posseses an altmode?
[Two rows of short text gets added, which is basically just Elita's height and mass, because she does not possess more than limited size-changing capbility and can thus not take on an altmode that matches that.]
The recent situation made it clear I need to at least consider finding another altmode... and I'm not sure the Junk Pile would be helpful in that matter.
[But she might have to go looking there anyway, she's aware as her few most recent altmodes have all been boats for various reasons.]
((ooc: for the "ease" of comparison, I've set Elita as somewhere in the low-twenty feet range.)) | |
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[In the background, you can see the junkyard and a number of very dead beasties from the invasion, among other bits of flotsam and jetsam]
Hello hello, one and all. My thought of the moment goes out mostly to my more... fleshy bretheren, but I suppose there may be some machines among you who might be able to render aid as well.
As you have all no doubt noticed, food is a little difficult to come by. Certainly, the sky rains a bounty--
[Almost as though on cue, a gigantic daikon falls out of the sky and lands on the skull of a dead sharkticon with a loud crack.]
--but finding stuff that isn't spoiled is a mite difficult, and what fare can be found, well... it's a roulette. An occasionally Russian one. Living on this stuff is only thinking in the short term, and I'm the sort who prefers to play a long game.
So. Trion's temple happens to have some arable land. Alas, I've little to no skill with farming, the last houseplant I tried to keep died... but I thought, perhaps one of you others is a better hand at it, hmm? And perhaps you've a little skill with cooking? Just a thought. | |
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