~Character Chat~

"What does it do flesh wise? I'm looking for something that won't peel off my skin once my cells start to naturally collapse." Riddle liked knowing about her poisons. "Also...Agony relative to uhh...Indegestion? Is that agonizing? I can never tell these things..."
"Indegestion is not agonizing..." T.Mor supplemented out of habit. "I should try that...expletive." T.Mor swore. "AGH. that sounds so odd coming out of my mouth. Naughty word. hahah! This is entertaining..."

"I don't really know...." said Ezra.

Andrew laughed, "I did do that quite a bit."

"You use that stuff, and you don't even know the erm...Cellular junk that goes on BEHIND IT?" Riddle sounded shocked. "How...how does that?" She asked.
T.Mor grinned. "I'm not really a sweary person, by nature...But that was a treat."

"Well I can check."

"Who wouldn't be tempted to do that?" Izzy laughed. "You could say the worst things, and no one would ever know!"
"Talkeeng in anozehr language 'as a seemilahr effect," Senet added with a grin. "Merde alors! Putain !"

"Try getting walked through." said Andrew.

"Hold on," Sarah started, "Brynn wants to speak." She paused. When she spoke again, she used no movements or body language to augment her speech. "Dude, it happens to souls all the time! All the damn time! And you know what's even worse? When you accidentally make contact with another soul while either the soul or the life...or both...was thinking some really dirty or disturbing things!"

"I bet that would be awkward..." T.Mor agreed.
"Are you really going to find me that info about your magiky poison thing?" Riddle asked Ezra, totally unconcerned with the conversation pertaining to expletives. It seemed rather one sided to her. The team would talk, and silence would ensue...

"I, ah, once accidentally overheard a Non's thoughts while on a mission," Peter started. "She was, shall we say, complementing my physique in a rather...embarrassing manner. And by that I mean it embarrassed me."

"Anon?" Riddle asked, suddenly interested. "What do you know? Do you work for them?"
T.Mor facepalmed again. "Oh god. the conspiracy theories. Just smile and nod guys, you don't want to hear about it..."

"A Non," Peter said. "Two words. 'Non' is short for non-bonder."

"Oh. I thought I heard...Nevermind." Riddle dropped the subject quickly. "You aren't from around SInk Pump anyway...It wouldn't...yeah." She articulated distractedly.
"She's probably getting muscle cramps...or she's restraining some kind of spasm-y thing..." T.Mor commented on Riddle's distracted-ness.

"What exactly is 'Anon,' though?" Peter asked. "You've got me curious now."

"Well...It's mostly rumours...there's these dudes...and they're all...MYSTERIOUS." Riddle said as though this were the best thing ever. "And...I mean, we say they're centered out of SInk Pump, but that's not really official...And they do...terroristy thingys...Suppousedly. And they troll. But of course, all of this is hearsay, happenstance, coinkydoosit...etc. It's really...well, like I said. MYSTERIOUS." She said.
"That was actually quite simple and rant free...Wow." T.Mor said in legitimate shock.

"Interesting," Peter said.
"I almost wish we had run into them when we were in SInk Pump," Sarah mused.

"no, you don't...They're not nice." T.Mor said. "Suppousedly. If they exist."
"I know-- That would have been so cool..."Riddle agreed.

"They can't be worse than the Sybek," Sarah said to T.Mor.

"Probably not...and really, if you think about what they're trying to do...I can't blame them...If we can trust the newspapers, and if they're real, then they claim that they're just fighting for the freedom of the Internet. Which seems...not like a bad thing." T.Mor said speculatively.

"No, that doesn't sound bad," Sarah agreed.
"You live in such a Crapsack World, after all!" Izzy added. After a pause, she said, "I looked at your plane in the Archives."

"Really? What does it say?" T.Mor asked interestedly.
"YOU WERE SPYING ON MY PLANE?" Riddle asked excitedly. "Spill."

"Ah, just basic information, basic history," Izzy answered. "Flora and fauna, populations, that sort of thing. We don't have a whole lot of information on your plane, but that's where the Scouts will come in."
"I'll file a report when we get back to A-3 that'll fill in some of the gaps," Peter explained.

"What kind of stuff do you keep record of?"T.Mor asked, curious.
"What's a flora? Isn't that a girl's NAME? YOU STALK SOME CHICK NAMED FLORA? WHY?" Riddle asked in confused...confusion.

"Flora refers to plant life," Izzy explained patiently.
"We keep record of...basically everything," Peter told T.Mor. "Any information we can gather about a plane, we gather. It's part of why the Archives are so extensive. The other part is that there are just so many planes."

"Oh. Like a tree? Man, we should get a tree, and put it in Auda. Then...We could have a flora." Riddle decided with a somewhat stoned looking grin. She giggled.
"So, if you had a whole history of the place, you'd put that there as well. Or like...spoken language and common foods?" T.Mor guessed.

"You have some trees," Izzy said. "They're just not in Auda."
"Yeah, pretty much," Peter answered T.Mor.