[Closed] Clowning About

The first thing Maggie had noticed upon coming to, upon seeing the grey skin that marked her new presession as Alternian, was that her illusion body was somewhat stick-like, in her strong maternal opinion. The sort of body she would have nagged into eating a little more if she'd run into it in the context of a session potluck. Gently taken by the hand, dragged to the food table. So her first course of action had been to treat herself to a meal. Spartan, she only had lowblood money in this pseudo-fake life of hers, but troll cuisine was quite flavorful to the point of being almost sickening, even when almost disgustingly cheap.

Then, it had been the next task of tracking down her coplayers. Hence why she was here now.

She was a bit nauseous. She'd flown before, of course, with as many sessions as she had under her belt it would have been a miracle for her to have not ascended once! But to fly by essentially grabbing herself with her own powers and propelling herself forward like a petulant child would a rag doll... she'd nearly impacted into multiple building faces on her way over. But with careful tread and a number of chitin-like bandaids slapped over her the joints her T-shirt left exposed she made it to the maze of hives in record time. Considering she also lived in it's midst! It was quite the sprawl, like a toybox full to the brim of Legos spilled. No organization, no order. The skies buzzed with other psiionics busy with their days.

She alighted by a window as generic and colorless as any other. Nearly pitched herself through it, but she managed to slow herself to a hover in time. She knocked, a thin and bony knuckle rapping out her presence through grimy glass.

"Hello there? It's me! esotericStarlights!" AKA, maternityDeparted's temporary name in golden hue, until she changed her Trollian identity back to her actual tag.

There was just a bit of a delay before the window was unlatched. Not much, but to a girl like Maggie it was a good eternity of worrying lack of progress, update. In general she was worried. The circumstances of their meeting, a lack of food for one of the involved parties, was already cause enough for concern. Her native maternal instincts, yet to be fully dampened by the murder game, in fact slightly developed by the advent of theoretical maturity. They sent twitches worth of tremors through her nerves with each microsecond that passed. She could have looked inside, in theory, but she kept her eyes averted. Politely watched the drywall, in deference to a possible preference for privacy.

"... it should be open."

Well, it was open now. Maggie's thin digits gently shoved the panes of window aside. She was quite the tall specimen, so she had to duck her head to properly pass. She scanned the insides, her host, all almost before she was even fully inside. It really didn't assuage her worries, the general scene. She made a good attempt at polite smile, flashing a few roughly hewn fangs. Slightly bronzed yellow, as Maggie believed from experience was a sign of beauty within troll society.

"I didn't bring much, but it was a matter of logistics." She could have emptied her fridge (meal vault? Troll terms were quite literal but somehow still hard to grasp at) and come over with it's contents in tow, but she didn't quite trust the developed psiionics that weren't quite hers by birthright. She offered what she did bring, a slightly oil-stained doggy bag. "We can get more food later, I brought the bits. Are you alright, food concerns aside?" She kept a careful, appraising eye on him. Watched his response. Tried to be subtle about it all.