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While the starfarers nearby chattered amongst themselves, the figure in the trees descended, trying to remain unseen and unheard. She felt confident that the strangers weren't dangerous, but she also didn't want to get tangled up with them (unless that entailed more food). Instead, the local...

The sound of gunfire made the filthy figure in the tree hug the branch she was perched on tightly, pressing her skinny form flush against the bark. Loud bangs sounding nearby. She remained as still as possible with her eyes as wide as dinner-plates for a moment until the shock had worn off...

From the trees, the disheveled figure quietly watched the off-worlders scurry around, shouting strange words. She was busily munching on the bar provided by the scientist, examining the unfamiliar flavours on her tongue. Soon, she had finished eating, heralded by a belch that she took delight in...

Tonk. A stone dropped from the tree and struck the scientist directly on top of her helmet; not thrown this time, but still enough to cause a sore head if it had landed upon her bare head. As soon as the stone hit its mark, the figure returned, dropping nimbly down out of the canopy to land in...

...Tonk... ...Tonk... ...Tonk... A dull clanging of metal could be heard nearby. The rhythm was stable enough to be mistaken for something mechanical at first, but there were slight variations in the time between each noise. It sounded almost like a hammer striking metal, or maybe rocks being...

Wendy blinked, pausing briefly in confusion before responding. "I dunno. What have you got in your fridge?" she asked. "I guess we could order something to be delivered instead, though." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

Wendy was splayed across a beanbag with her glasses barely perched on her nose, smiling to herself after having won their final match against each other. She stretched out her limbs with a groan, pushed her glasses back to a secure position, and sat up with some effort. "Aah... Gippy, my love."...

"We shall see, Josie!" Wendy called from the bottom of the stairs with an exaggerated tone of defiance, arms folded over her chest. "We. Shall. See!" After standing dramatically for a few more seconds, she hurried up the stairs after her friend with a big grin on her face, eager to play.

"Uh-huh? Grab throw-down B uppercut. That sounds easy to memorise." Wendy replied in a distracted tone. It was unclear if she had genuinely misheard the combo or if she was just being cheeky. "Doesn't matter, anyway. You know I don't play trash-level characters, Josie." She gives her friend a...

"Feh," was Wendy's response, immediately looking tired at the mention of work, and waved a hand dismissively. "Just work." She followed Josie into the building, closing the door behind her and waiting patiently as her friend removed their warm garments.

Wendy said little for the duration of the walk, smiling to herself as she lead the way, blissfully unaware of Josie's intense calculations. It was probably for the best that she didn't know, lest she put on even more of a show of terminal dismay and fatigue for her friend. Finally, they came to...

"I guess that's a good thing," Wendy laughed at the orb's response, smiling at Josie. "Yeah, sure! So long as we do more than just ask this thing dumb questions, or else I will get you exiled." She was already walking in the direction of Josie's place as she spoke, peering back over her shoulder...

"It'd be the right thing to do," Wendy answered in sarcastically pious tone, pretending to take the moral high ground while giving Josie a big grin. "Also, you're one to talk about wasting people's time when you're buying trash like that orb. Even it agrees that it sucks."

Wendy barely acknowledged Josie's words. She slowly turned her head to look at her friend, eyes peering over the rims of her glasses with a tired, skeptical expression. "At least it's being honest," she remarked dryly, handing the orb back to Josie. "But if you're aware that she didn't scan the...

Wendy's magnified eyes radiated with mild disappointment and irritation at the vague answer. Ignoring Josie for now, the girl shook the orb again, more firmly this time, and asked another question. "Do you actually give useful answers?" she asked snarkily.