Estinien Varlineau (
dragonfall) wrote in
prismatica2020-09-21 11:19 am
AUDIO, UN: Enterusername
I have an excess of three hundred chilled jellyfish. They are fresh-caught and will retain their quality so long as they are kept in their current containers. They are in parcels of twenty.
They are free to whomsoever would like them.
They are free to whomsoever would like them.

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Are they the kind with electricity? The chroma-siphoning ones from Iris moon... and from Calanthe too, I suppose.
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These are more akin to natural, wild jellyfish, aside from the color and some of the flavors.
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The lime-colored and the bright orange. The first is sweet, a touch like sugared toast. The other is crisp, a fine tuber.
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Is each pallet a single color, or are there variety packs? Sir Leaks has asked that I not cook anything elegant for him, but I'm sure I could prepare jellyfish in a sufficiently lowbrow manner to meet his expectations.
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[ That he has not already eaten himself............. ]
They can be fried, or used in salads and noodle dishes, so long as they are fresh.
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There is no harm in letting Titus know where he lives, is there? In a text message, he sends along the address of his Level 3 apartment. ]
Here. I will save a parcel for you.
Frying is the most palatable, with a good sauce.
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Wonderful! I shall come by this evening, if it's all right. How may I repay you? Normally I'd offer some of what I end up cooking, but considering how much it seems you may have already eaten, I think another option is probably better.
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There is no repayment necessary.
[ ...but people always insist on repaying him anyway. So, he may as well give he boy an option. ]
A small amount of Chroma would be sufficient.
[ To recoup some of his copious losses.......... ]
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[ They're already meeting, so...... ]
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[ ...and then, once it becomes "this evening"...
here he is. ringing the doorbell, knocking on the door politely, or banging on the door with his wand, depending on whether there's a doorbell / how heavily insulated from sound the interior of the building appears from out here. ]
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This day has finally come.
The door is answered, and there stands Estinien, in the flesh, dressed, hair combed, instead of lazing about in his apartments with his housemates, wasting time, as he is wont to do most of the time.
In his hands is a package. ]
Don't bang on the door.
There is a keypad.