revivalproject | [Event Mingle] Great Full Day!

At last it is here, the day An Nu and Ga Re told you about has arrived. While the last few days may have been a bit of a trial with the whole replicator going a bit wonky thing, but that’s no reason not to celebrate, right? Right! Good thing too, because the Whale Comb Sent Her is absolutely awash with what must be seasonal good cheer. The whole outside of the building is wrapped in vines, though thankfully this time they seem to be made primarily of a thick sort of cloth, and the fall colors to them are also painted on. There’s no doubt that the decorations come from your friendly Agrii either, because apparently they feel that pink and purple are also very valid color choices for fall foliage, so enjoy those splashes of color too.

Inside the decorations continue, the fabric vines ringing the room at a height that would clearly be natural for the Agrii. Amid them are painted cloth banners announcing things like WHALE COMB and EAT MUCH and GREAT FULL and of course the ever present THANK YOU. Around all of these are cloth and paper pictures that wouldn’t look out of place in an elementary school classroom around Thanksgiving. You’ve got your handprint animals, foam shape plants, and vividly painted pictures of tables full of food with Agrii around it as a group. And sometimes in those last ones there are little drawings that… wait, He Row, is that you? Well, they did say you were celebrating together, so maybe that’s what they meant.

But of course people didn’t just come here for the wonderful decorations. You’re here for the food, for the feast, for the togetherness. Good news is that the Agrii have you covered on that as well. A series of tables have been set up in the Sent Her, much like when He Rows first arrived on Agra-10. Along one wall is a long series of tables covered with pink and purple cloths, and over the majority of these are the foods the Agrii have sent down. There are platters of hamburgers (which taste like peanut butter), and plates of peanut butter sandwiches (which also taste like peanut butter). There are pies that look like they’re apple and taste like iced tea. There are more ‘traditional’ things too, which are things like green bean casseroles, vegetable lasagnas, and even some seventeen layer dip to go with all of the chips. There’s apparently no meat though. Not from the Agrii at least.

The even better news is that this isn’t all there is. A whole two tables of space have been left open for the He Rows to bring their own food offerings, or the results of their replicator experiences. The Agrii have been kind enough to leave out plenty of extra plates and serving utensils as well, so no one should worry about there not being enough. And hopefully what your fellows have brought is very tasty. Or came out in a reasonable size or volume from the replicator.

Then there are the tables laid out in the middle of the room. They are round things with only a few seats at each, and there are name tags? Apparently the Agrii thought they might help you get to know each other this Great Full with random seating. Hope your table mate is fun. At each space there is also a little cloth baggie of… oh wow, is that candy? Yes it is! Those sweets are going to be a great reward for after dinner. Or during it. And surely there’s nothing strange that comes from eating them at all.

Finally, there’s even something for those whose entertainment isn’t to be found in eating. The Agrii have been studying their He Rows for a while now, and they know what you need. One side of the room is dedicated to other forms of entertainment. There’s a big poster drawn of what looks to be a glownie, but lacking a tail. Ah but don’t worry, there are tails made of cloth in a bowl nearby for He Rows to restore to the paper glownie. Don’t worry about injury to the paper glownie, it’s all done with magnets! For those who aren’t about tail pinning there are other fun things to be done. There’s a karaoke machine in the corner, clearly the Agrii remember how much fun that was. Wait… Is that the exact one that He Row Billy loaned to the Deep End? Apparently so. And last but far from least is the most important of celebration games: a booth with a stack of personal peanut butter pies and a sign saying ‘Eat Fast Count Is!’ Which probably means eating contests for those brave enough to face that much peanut butter.

FAQ
Do we need to make our own logs for this?
No. You’re welcome to use this post to make Top Levels for this mingle. Get out there and enjoy your celebration together.

We’re not obligated to that randomized seating are we?
Nope! We just felt it could be a handy way to explain mingling with other He Rows you might not normally talk to.

What if our character would bring food?
Our best suggestion is to note that in your TLs. Who knows, maybe your creativity with cooking or the silliness of your offering (or the results of a poor replicator situation) could be fun for others to enjoy.

Can we still use the replicator here and now?
Absolutely. If that sort of chaos is what you want to have fun with, then have at it. Besides people here can probably help you eat your way through any food you get.

That candy seems sorta suspicious. What’s up with that?
Great question. Each baggie will have a random assortment of little gummy candies that are shaped like Agrii heads, complete with three eyes, smile, and little teeth. Each one even has their own unique flavor. And their own unique side effects.

Yellow - Maple Flavored - Makes eater more energetic and friendly
Green - Sour Apple Flavored - Makes eater feels mischievous and is more likely to play pranks and tell jokes
Blue - Dark Lager Flavored - Makes eater tell the truth for half an hour (is not actually alcoholic
Purple - Chocolate Flavored - Makes eater very affectionate or romantically inclined
Red - Cinnamon Flavored - Makes eater easily angered or quick to challenge other people

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Dustin's mouth works for a few seconds in silence. The yellow candy has made sure that his good mood won't waver, but he can't help but see the obvious parallel between his motivations and his adopted mother's in this moment. The blue candy ensures that he explains his conflicted thought processes for Lauri-Ell's benefit.

"Sure - I don't blame you," he eventually says, blinking owlishly at her. "I wouldn't want to be, either. Happened enough times back home to me that I should know better. We can probably get away with just observing everyone else and documenting how their behavior changes based on their own choices, rather than influencing which candies they decide to eat."

“Yes,” she said with clear relief. This would be better. “I was already the subject of science before. I would not like to be the sole focus of it once again.”

Dustin nods in understanding, absently splitting his focus now so that he can get to observing the others at the table. "Me too," he explains, voice casual and a little distracted. "Basically for as long as I can remember. Lots of medical trials. What were they up to with you?"

Oh no. Lauri-Ell wants to hug him, badly. But she dare not.

“I was genetically engineered,” she said, still under the influence of the blue. “Created from the DNA of two great scientists and warriors.”

"Huh," Dustin huffs, eyebrows raising as his gaze flicks back to Lauri-Ell. That nagging feeling that he should be feeling something else sits in the back of his mind, but all of that is overwhelmed by more positive emotions - curiosity, primarily. "And I guess the scientists that initiated your program wanted to keep a close eye on you while you grew up, yeah?"

“That is not correct. Both were dead by the time I was created. Through one of them I have a half human sister, named Carol. Her I have come to know.”

But she sighed further because there were things about her birth that troubled her.

“I did not ‘grow up’. I was in a gestation tube, then put into stasis for accelerated growth and education.”

Dustin listens attentively, his eyes widening the more Lauri-Ell elaborates. "Sounds a lot like what they were doing at the research facility Omega used to live in," he notes. "Practiced. Were you the first?"

"Not the first. But likely one of the last, now that the Emperor rules."

And designed to be the best. There was only so much she could accept though.

Dustin hums in recognition and lapses into momentary, contemplative silence.

"...I'm not gonna lie--that all sounds really cool," he eventually admits. "I mean, obviously the level of experimentation is horrifying and I hate that this happened to you and the other people like you, but--the fact that they managed it at all is incredible! Gene-splicing is an incredibly complicated field of research! How long did it take them to figure it out?!"

“It is not uncommon in Kree culture to do these things. In fact, the Emperor had two half-siblings who, thanks to cellular acceleration, were older than him in terms of development.”

But they were gone now. Except also not in one case, but that was multiverse shenanigans from her understanding.

“I am not fully aware of the higher end details but…”

And then Lauri-Ell is just talking, going into a serious discussion of all she knew about her creation. Which was of course not something she talked about normally (thanks blue candy). And which she was clearly quite educated about.

Dustin is expecting Lauri-Ell to give him a vague outsider's overview of the methods involved, but within seconds it becomes very clear to him that she was apparently being modest about her knowledge on the subject - she knows a lot. Nodding along in rapt interest, his expectations of her increase exponentially by the minute. How could he have ever thought she was stupid? Sure their conversation has gone on long enough for the effects of his last yellow candy to start waning, but Dustin still finds himself at the end of it keenly intrigued by this odd turn of events and desperately wanting to learn more.

"...Well, obviously you're aware of enough," he says with a squint, some of the usual sharpness returning to his voice. "Part of your accelerated education?"

"Indeed," she confirmed. "It was deemed useful knowledge. I am not considered educated enough to perform work in the field of course. I was made to be a soldier, not a scientist."

Dustin scoffs. "Your 'generalized knowledge,'" he starts, adding finger quotes for emphasis, "would make career scientists from my world envious. What else did they teach you?"

"The Kree are advanced compared to humans," she notes, and she had to think about what else she was taught.

"Most of what I know is meant for understanding of myself, and useful for war making."

"I don't disagree with you," Dustin says with a shrug. "So, question still stands. What else did they..."

He trails off, brow furrowed. The yellow candy high is almost completely gone now and Dustin is coming down from it hard. It's not just this conversation that he's worried about; it's all of the details he gave Thrawn as a game, when the man was clearly taking advantage of him for intel, and it's the way he's been cheerfully interrogating Lauri-Ell, who is likely suffering the same treatment. Dustin's face pales. What the hell am I doing?!

"--Don't answer that," he blurts, abruptly standing up. "This isn't right. None of this is fucking right. I--I need to go."

What? Lauri-Ell looks at him curiously. This was all very strange.

"If you must go then I of course understand."

Dustin gives himself a moment to stare at Lauri-Ell in complete and utter disbelief.

"None of this makes you feel...?" Uncomfortable? Violated? Dustin certainly feels that way, and the more his gaze flickers around to the rest of the table still cheerfully popping drugged candies, the more sick to his stomach he gets.

He can't stand another second of it. Clearly flustered and upset, Dustin spins on his heel and speed-walks out of the building.

Of course it does. But that is not unfamiliar to her. And when he leaves, she doesn't comment. It's fair. She pops another one of the honey candies, because they were tasty, and moved on.

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Forgive the hand waving lengthy explanation because I’m not a geneticist

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