open: everyone;

[emulsions]

[ This is the first time he's really doing this shit on this mind-imposed social network, so bear with him. ]

I'm a shitty judge of timing, so maybe this isn't...a good time, but—

I've got this batch of Twinkies. If you've never seen one, it's a 4-inch traditional sponge cake with a cream filling. Vanilla only. They're as close to store-bought as you're gonna get in this place.

If you've got a hankering for processed junk from home, I'll be at the Nocwich square handing them out whenever the doors open again.

...

Okay, that's all, thank you.

(( ooc: threadjacking welcome; if you reply, you can assume your character got a twinkie. feel free to spontaneously make other food requests. ))

Comments

[emulsions]

[ Guess the snack situation's pretty dire around here. ]

You're gonna have to be more specific, man.

[satanicpanics]

[ It's terrible. You have no idea... ]

you know
pure sugar
turns the milk unnatural colors
you're probably always one bowl away from a clogged artery??
that kind

[emulsions]

Oh, okay, so.
Like fruit loops?

[satanicpanics]

what?
fruit loops??
NO
no way
WAY too healthy, dude.
i'm thinking more in the vein of cocoa puffs, honey smacks, you know
actual cereal

[emulsions]

[ ... ]

You know there's not
there's not actually fruit in the fruit loops, right?

[ Never mind. ]

I'll see what I can do, but
no promises, alright?

[satanicpanics]

yes
i'm also aware that they do nothing to the milk
and if you ask me, with colors like that, the milk should be looking like RADIOACTIVE WASTE

[ But he's not serious about his cereal or anything. ]

yeah alright
sounds good enough

[emulsions]

[ Just checking. ]

Fair enough.
I'll keep the radioactive milk thing in mind.

[satanicpanics]

hell yeah
thanks, man

[thoughts]

earth-that-was had the best stuff. our cereal tastes like cardboard and protein and cardboard-flavored protein.

[satanicpanics]

that's the most tragic thing i've ever heard

[thoughts]

we lost a lot of things that were deemed "unessential" on the way to alpha centauri. when you have 341 million people and the last of the human race confined to a spaceship for over a hundred years, you eventually stop making things like twinkies and pizza.

[satanicpanics]

river
you're gonna give me nightmares

[ He's kidding, but that's literally so sad... ]

[thoughts]

welcome to our glorious future, all hail the alliance

[ at least they have flying cars and spaceships?? ]

[satanicpanics]

they'll never take me alive

[ I mean, literally they won't but you can't make him live in a future without junkfood. ]