Ponestuck

by ArtieStroke

==> Years in the future, but not many

A Brusque Quarreler takes respite from an oppressive sun. Her journey has been a long one, fraught with peril, intrigue, double-crosses, and many other adventurous words one could think of. But right now, she just wants a rest.

She steps inside an all too familiar laboratory- or at least half of it, strangely enough. But she'd rather not think about such things right now. Can't a girl get a break for once? Jeeze!

==> BQ: Scavenge for food

She is not some filthy scavenger- such practices are below this noble lady. She will, however, search in a dignified manner. If she remembers the layout of this place right, there should be- ahah! With just the right amount of leverage, a cabinet pops open- revealing a glorious hoard of canned goods!

==> BQ: Expound upon your mysterious past while gorging on this highly preserved feast

Nah. Sod off, she's eating.

==> Be someone else?

Well, you're certainly not getting anything out of her, so might as well.

Author's Note:

What a terrible fate to behold- this truly is how everything started? No wonder we turned out the way we are- such a garrulous sort! Though I suppose being my own counterpart, it says more about me than her.

We really have disliked that title, haven't we? With so much connotation riding on it.

I'm rambling- though I suppose that is how commentary works. I'm going to have a long time to get better at it.

Comments

[Speckle]

Oh my, this is certainly different from meeting my beloved Mayor. But I do love a good mystery...