Talk about yourself in third person

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Herb pushes the bowl a little closer to ellie. It's clear he wants her to try it.
[soon, i will submit myself to the stars]




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Ellie goes to the kitchen and gets a spoon... she returns to the bowl of mayo.
Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?

Was AilahEvelynMae
and is now EllieMae :)




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Polt is crying in the corner because of that atrocious bowl of mayonnaise and whipped cream. They don't know when or how they got here, but they want to go home, which is safely mayonnaise and whipped cream free.
"sounds gay, i'm in!"

he/they




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Herb scoffs, gives thw bowl of mayo to Ellie, then crawls like a feral animal towards Polt. She gives them a mishevious look as she picks up a jar of mayonaise and starts scooping it into a bowl.
[soon, i will submit myself to the stars]




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Paige is sitting at a table, eating chicken nuggets. Watching the mayo and whipped cream event unfold.
silliness is my specialty. :)




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Herb stares at Paige and holds out a bowl of mayo topped with mustard.
[soon, i will submit myself to the stars]




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Paige stares at Herb, then takes the bowl, dipping her chicken nugget in.
silliness is my specialty. :)




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Ellie returns with the spoon and takes her seat. She is full of fear, as she looks at the mayo.
Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?

Was AilahEvelynMae
and is now EllieMae :)




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Ant arrives after just discovering this thread. She thinks it is cool, but then she sees the mayo, and casts a suspicious look to herb.
Good is not a thing you are. It's a thing you do.
- Ms. Marvel

LuminescentAnt ~ Lum ~ Ant
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Gengar scans the room, taking in all this mayo shenanigans. They shrug, and drink some vinegar that everyone else probably thinks is water
[insert quote based on hyperfixation here]

~~~

[Gengar! :D they/them]
[Spooky spirit, internet cryptid, certified nerd]




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Polt sobs harder as she comes closer, pressing into the corner with wide, fearful eyes. Once he scurries away, they take the opportunity to hide behind Ant, as far from the mayo as they can get.
"sounds gay, i'm in!"

he/they




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Paige crawls on the floor, chicken nugget in her mouth.
silliness is my specialty. :)




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Ellie looks at herb. Ellie wonder if she should eat it or not.
Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?

Was AilahEvelynMae
and is now EllieMae :)




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Inferno is getting claustrophobic from all the people and odd food. The smell of mayonnaise, smoothies, and vinegar mixes into a.. delicious... concoction. Is she the only one who doesn't find mass amounts of mayo appetizing? Anyone?
"Ellie, don't do it." Inferno warns, absolutely positive of her admonition.
Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

Due to budget cuts, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off. Sorry for the inconvenience.


WAIT.
Spoiler
theydon'tloveyoulikeiloveyou-




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Paige sat cross legged on the floor. “Ellie, do it,” she said. And crawled back over to the table she was at, and grabbed a fistful of chicken nuggets.
silliness is my specialty. :)



Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.
— Henry David Thoreau