(Just as an aside, if you lead a server, you are responsible for the people in it. That includes groups. Don't be throwing people under the bus to save your skin. Be a leader, not a whiner.)

jamcat Howdy. Just got back on here. You absolute TWITS. No, this isn't directed at everybody, so don't misconstrue. I'm just going to point out that I removed a GROUP tag from my account, and let those who were in said GROUP make a decision on whether or not to keep interacting with me. Later.

Seriously. I thought we were beyond making Twitter-sized leaps to conclusions. This is why I'm hesitant about joining writer groups nowadays.

jamcat And we wonder why most Hunters and the Deltarune overlap act like their teenage muses outside of rp to the point I wonder where the brain starts and the rot ends. Freakin' ridiculous, this is.

But I'm convinced some of y'all ain't ready for the idea of "character =/= writer", so I'll just leave it at that. Don't get over yourselves, get over this nonsense.

jamcat I'm sorry, but I'm just posting that for the people that need to see it to help make their decision. I don't block over nothing burgers, but you guys can feel free to.

jamcat Howdy. Just got back on here. You absolute TWITS. No, this isn't directed at everybody, so don't misconstrue. I'm just going to point out that I removed a GROUP tag from my account, and let those who were in said GROUP make a decision on whether or not to keep interacting with me. Later.

“Good.” Usalia smiles... which, in this context, is honestly a little concerning. “I've got some drones that can lift you back to my workshop. Once we're there, we'll see what we can do for you. And what information I'd need to work with...”

Usalia puts her hands up, palms open to show passivity. “Hey, listen- if that was the case, I'd have turned you into iron flavored swiss cheese. I don't know what your ploy is, and frankly, I don't care. You can accept the help, or rot in a heap like you are right now. Plain and simple, plip...”

“We should! It'd be nice not to worry about the end of the world, or an impending maverick raid for once. Just peace and quiet.”

“Ah, so that's why you wanted my eyes... I think.” She recalls the Usa Buster, before crouching down next to Cyn. “Well, you can't have mine. But, I think I can fix you up, if you promise not to kill me. Or at least not take anything vital. Okay, plip?”

“Planetary?” There's horror for a moment... followed by a transition into pure wonder. “...perfect-”

“...I kind of want to fix the flesh droid. Or at least see what makes it tick.”

“Oh, she's doing fine! At least, last she checked in with me... she's been going out to Cinq Ville a lot more recently. She's become a bit more independent thanks to Aile!” “Jeez... maybe we can all finally relax for awhile, plip?”

“Aw, thanks, plip! By the way- you haven't seen any cyberspace anomalies while I've been distracted, have you? Large-scale ones, I mean?”

“I don't know what it is, and I'm a little afraid. But also curious, plip.”

“Who are you calling weathergirl?!” A quick warning blast, right in front of the... heap. Huh. Seems less dangerous like this. She's still got the buster aimed at Cyn, though. “...and what the heck happened to that energy? I expected more... I dunno, zombie-like ferocity.”

Usalia grunts, before kicking the droid off with inhuman strength, calling her Usa Buster to her side and taking aim. “Yes, actually. They're still vital, even with how much I've replaced... now just what are you? You're not like other robots I've met... Darn, I'm actually intrigued, now.”

“Oh, is THAT all? Thank the moon, it's not like I haven't gotten them replaced or reattached before, plip...”

“With all due respect, if it's a handshake you want, I'd rather not get a disease. Or... necrotic skin disorder.”

“...I don't think I'm going to reciprocate this greeting.”

“...I just got done fixing my workshop, why is there a flesh droid...” Head in hands-

jamcat So if anybody needs a set of ears to talk to about this, I'm here. Just, uh, don't set anything on fire, digitally or otherwise, please. Also, don't be afraid to seek help if you need it. It's hard, but it's a better alternative than this. Whatever this is... This is why I'm on break.

jamcat Sorry the bunny engineer has been on break. I'll get back to her when I get the drive. Until then I'll probably be messing around on my vampire oc account. Uhhh yeah. Fucking explodes a little-

“Poor little thing. The simple mushroom-mind can't comprehend the splendor of a Chaos Deity, plip.”

jamcat Did you know, the halal method produces tender and fresh meat?

Hundreds of years, thanks to her augments and Demonic/Martian blood!

“Good.”

“Don't.”

jamcat Find me here, I'm sick and going through it. Just bear in mind she's a new iteration, so if you remember interacting with her, your muse shouldn't. Just keep that in mind.

jamcat In other news, I don't know, I caught a headcold. That's literally the most exciting thing that's happened over my little break, I think. Aside hanging out with friends but that's a positive exciting, being sick isn't.

jamcat I am alive. I'm just going through it right now. Might trim the muse list a bit and put some accounts into deactivation, but not deletion. Some of them stress me out to look at.

...she's still thinking about that dream she had...

jamcat Usalia has finally met another engineer that could also be a mentor/parental figure. Greater powers be praised.

Usalia leans in to get a closer look, eyes positively sparkling with curiosity. “You had me at lunar! You're talking to a bona fide Moon Bunny, I'll have you know! And it looks like you've got a handle on that technology better than even some back home on Mars..!” She giggles, calling her own 》

“You're certainly not in the wrong...” Usalia, ever the hypocrite, can't disagree here. Even if she's prone to lapsing back into those bad sleeping habits. “Oh? What kinds of projects? If you don't mind me asking of course, plip! I'm genuinely interested. I don't think I've met anyone like you” 》

“I- I mean... yeah, possibly. I have been working myself ragged recently, plip...” Oh! Right- “But where are my manners? My name is Usalia. Thank you for checking up on me, stranger. Could I have your name, if that's alright?”

She's stopped asking questions about small things like that, don't worry. “Night terror... I think? I don't remember anything but the end... just some owl staring at me while it screeched. But that wasn't even what made me scream, I don't think...”

Seems the princess fell asleep while working on the Biometal again. Only this time, her rest wasn't all that peaceful. She awoke with a start, just barely cutting off a scream she couldn't even remember the cause for. ...all she could remember was... an owl? But that could mean anything...

jamcat Hey, every It's ME! x2 combo

jamcat As a warning, I can feel the night meds kicking in. So just in case I pass out while writing replies, Happy New Year everyone~!

🔵 She had to handmake that one, considering Model L is biometal-sized. But she likes to think her craftsmanship did the job just right~.

🔵 Azurine has dressed Model L and her in matching 2026 crowns for the occasion. She looks so happy with herself.

...she exits a seemingly vacant, locked room in a lower level of the base, the door sealing behind her with a heavy mechanical hiss. ...there's a quiet sigh from the princess, as she removes her data visor properly for the first time in weeks... Back to the more public layers she goes.

She normally wouldn't say her resolution aloud. She wasn't exactly out and about with everyone, either, so it wouldn't really matter now would it... “...you might not know it, but you're the next biggest thing. At least, you will be.” “...my Magnum Opus.” “I'll save the world with you...”

“Who else?”

“I think there's a silent conversation going on.”

jamcat Okay, memes and bot blocklist(s) aside, I'll be here today. I just gotta get into the mood, lmao.