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[viva_la_materia]

This food is people!

I mean, okay, it's kind of cool that they got it to look so...real? Is real the right word? Like, I can still tell this is a hot dog or a cake or whatever, but it's really, really...people-shaped. Some of 'em even look familiar. Hunh.

This is still totally twisted, though. Cake is awesome but it gets way less appealing when you have to chop up somebody's face to eat any. Especially somebody you know.

Comments

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Food, it is food, no? So long as it tastes good and does not poison you, I have no complaints.

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah, but not when it looks like a guy's nose! Do you eat noses?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

No. And that, my dear girl, is why I would cut off another portion, hm?

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

What, like an ear? Come on.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

No, no. Try the area of their hearts.

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Oh, good, I was wondering where all the CREEPY PEOPLE went lately.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

There is no fear of residual things. No earwax, no congestion. But if we are to talk about creepy, you are the one who began speaking of where to eat something that looked like someone, no?

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey! I didn't make the people-food! And I'm talking about where not to eat it! Which I'm kinda starting to think is anywhere.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Then do not eat it. It is no skin off my chin. No. That is not right. Skin off my ear? Skin off of something.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Food is just food elsewhere. Here, that's up for debate.

But since you seem ok with all this, how about we have you taste-test everything for us, hm?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

My good man, I said so long as it does not poison you. I have no trust for this place, nor for any gifts. The last one is frustratingly idiotic; I almost understand it but I do not.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

So you advise her that food is food, but won't eat it yourself.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

It is up to her if it will poison or not. Many are eating it. None are dead yet, hm?

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Yet.
In a world that seems to thrive watching us react, I doubt a poison would be right away. They still have to get their money's worth from the picnic first.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, and poison, it is a good way to do it. Everyone can decide for themselves. I will not make people eat. People will not make me eat. We all do what we want, no?

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Within the limits this world inflicts on us, yeah.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

There is that, yes.

I do not much like this place.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

I think you would be hard-pressed to find someone who does.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

And yet, it is here. So someone, somewhere, they must like it, no?

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Someone, somewhere. Probably from a safe distance, like behind an observation mirror, while we go about unaware of just when we're being watched, and when we're not.

Someone once called it a social experiment, and I'm not sure they're far off.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Myself, I call it stupidity. What is the gain in trapping people here and watching them, like insects in an insect farm? I tell you, there is none.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Ah. I take it you've never studied psychology, then. Or interrogation.

The gain? Information. Amusement. A chance to live vicariously through others. Satisfaction for the morbidly curious. A sense of power from having another creature dependent and at your mercy. Any reason man has ever caged anything for a zoo or for the purposes of scientific experiments, or spied on a creature in its natural habitat.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

No, my good man, I would say I have not.

Information? From those who do not have any left? Or are you saying that they lift it, wholesale, from our heads and then do as they please? These are stupid reasons to trap people. We have nothing.

Struck out after a moment

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

I see.

Your definition is too limited. Information is not necessarily memories or identity, anything we knowingly have to give, and I'm not suggesting they can steal memories from our heads directly. [No, after the Toushi thing, he would not put Genius into the line of fire like that.] Information re: behavior: decision-making, social interaction... We don't have "nothing"; we've just been reduced to our bare minimum. Like scraping the fancy exterior of a clock so you can see how the gears work. Maybe the memory loss was just the first part of a dissection. Each event is a shock, a tap, a poke to muscles and organs to see just how we work, and break.

They're undoubtedly learning about us by observing us through their experiments. To what ends, though, I don't know.

Struck out after a moment

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Myself, I feel that the fancy exterior says more. To scrape is to wind up with less.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

If you trust the cake enough to eat it, just scrape off the icing. Other shaped foods...you're on your own to figure those out.

Personally, I'm a little hesitant about eating people outside of the bedroom.

/bein' a stinker

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Oh, hi, Balls. Funny, I thought you'd love the hot dogs.

I dunno, though. I think that cake is bleeding.

stinkers make for good distractions from sadness.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Oh, hi, Miss Balls. [Hot dogs are fine, except when the sausages are shaped like his brother.] Well, I prefer to put my hot-dog in the buns at home. Who knows who's handled the ones at the barbecue.

It wouldn't surprise me if it is and if it's not just jelly. Who knows. Maybe next week, we'll literally be made of food ourselves.

Good to know she's being of service?

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Okay, nobody asked to hear about your hot dog. Grossness.

...you don't think this stuff used to be people, do you?

LOL

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Ah, well. I thought you'd like to know you were right; I do like the hot-dogs. I'm just picky.

I couldn't even begin to guess what this world has cooked up this time. Pardon the pun.

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Hurrrgh. Now I'm twice as glad I didn't eat anything.

I mean, this place turned me into a bird. I totally bet it could turn somebody into a cake.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Mm, so sorry.

Probably.

/sob pretend he's been trying to fix housing

[sarcasmbender.livejournal.com]

Food made of people?

Wherever this is, remind me not to go there.

Food eats people? :D

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Yyyeah. I mean, I know food's food, but...

"Even the meat eats meat!"

[sarcasmbender.livejournal.com]

So you're still going to eat it even if it's a person? I've been hungry before but not that desperate.

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Ew! GEEZ, no! I meant that I know it's food but I DON'T want to eat it!

[firefistasce.livejournal.com]

Food is food. Even if it looks like somebody, as long as you check and make sure, it should be OK to eat!

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but it's gross!

[firefistasce.livejournal.com]

Eat it with your eyes closed.

[viva-la-materia.livejournal.com]

Thanks, that's really helpful. :P

[firefistasce.livejournal.com]

What's that?

[Referring to the awesome thing she just drew.]