Slowpokes do regrow their tails, much like geckos. So long as consent is given and the tails are ethically harvested, they're a perfectly acceptable meat source.
[Still, it's quite the fascinating concept. Eating tumors of all things. He taps below his beak, trying to envision this.]
Are the tumors safe to ingest, then? One typically wouldn't eat cancerous cells, but I suppose if it's a natural part of their life cycle, then there's no particular harm.
Like I said, probably the safest. [ not that that means much, because halcyon doesn't actually have food standards. and those pigs literally ate anything, hence the generally weird taste. ]
It's very muscle-dense, so it's quite tough. You really gotta get in there to make it anything else. [ she grabs her elbow and makes a gesture akin to punching down. ]
Everything in Halcyon is at least 70% salt so it lasts as long as possible. The other 30% is artificial flavourings and the actual product. [ she shrugs. ] I'm pretty sure it'd give a non-spacer a heart attack.
I take it resources are scarce enough that heavy preservatives are a must, then.
[It sounds quite... intense, but it's practical enough that he sees no reason to question it. It's like filling a bomb shelter with canned goods, if anything.]
I can't imagine inhabitable planets are especially common, either, and even those that exist likely feature flora and fauna that might not necessarily be safe for human consumption.
[He folds his wings like a pair of arms, trying to imagine it. Science fiction often paints grand pictures of uniquely alien environments, but some do err on the more 'human' or earth-like in their presentation.]
Contrary to the belief of everyone I've spoken to-- [ the confidence with which sci-fi nerds can be so wrong is astounding to her . ] -- the planets are pretty habitable, whether by nature or force. And we eat whatever's there.
I... can't really comment on that. I'm a few generations divorced from the first colonists aboard the Groundbreaker, so most of us are exclusively used to the environments here.
[ parvati rubs the back of her head in embarrassment. ] Sorry. I'm more of a grease sprat than a real science-y type.
I just keep crap running, that's always been my job. [ and a proud one too! she even maintains actual ships now! ] My girlfriend's more important to that stuff. She's the head engineer on the Groundbreaker -- and it's Captain!
[ swoon. sorry akechi, she misses her wife. ] Junlei's been maintaining it to be a space station, it's been in her family for years. And she greases it up something fierce, ain't never seen a tighter run ship.
[ parvati's more like a princess who got rescued, whisked off into an exciting life, than anything else. ]
Most folks ain't lucky enough to get any kinda exciting life. Being a freelancer has it's perks, but most people can only dream of that. [ the corporations owned them, after all. ]
Something like that. Were indentured to corporations -- Spacer's Choice, in my case -- on the Board. Can only buy their product, stuff like that. Some people live and die working in the same place. [ like her dad. ] I only got out because my Captain shook things up.
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[Still, it's quite the fascinating concept. Eating tumors of all things. He taps below his beak, trying to envision this.]
Are the tumors safe to ingest, then? One typically wouldn't eat cancerous cells, but I suppose if it's a natural part of their life cycle, then there's no particular harm.
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It's very muscle-dense, so it's quite tough. You really gotta get in there to make it anything else. [ she grabs her elbow and makes a gesture akin to punching down. ]
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[There are foods like that, certainly. Non-Japaneses might even find tofu unpalatable without the proper seasoning.]
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[It sounds quite... intense, but it's practical enough that he sees no reason to question it. It's like filling a bomb shelter with canned goods, if anything.]
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[ she rests a hand on her hip. ] Besides, we're in space. Halcyon's the furthest colony from Earth by a long shot.
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[He folds his wings like a pair of arms, trying to imagine it. Science fiction often paints grand pictures of uniquely alien environments, but some do err on the more 'human' or earth-like in their presentation.]
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[ we promise it's safe to eat, etc. ] Acid spit notwithstanding.
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[The mere thought makes him grimace.]
What of diseases? I can't imagine your bodies are accustomed to the unique climates early on in settling a new planet.
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[ parvati rubs the back of her head in embarrassment. ] Sorry. I'm more of a grease sprat than a real science-y type.
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[It's also interesting enough that he doesn't sound especially disappointed.]
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[ swoon. sorry akechi, she misses her wife. ] Junlei's been maintaining it to be a space station, it's been in her family for years. And she greases it up something fierce, ain't never seen a tighter run ship.
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[Why, yes. He is teasing a little. Don't mind the tiny smirk taking form.]
Still, it all sounds rather thrilling, in a way. The sort of life only dreamed up by humans in my world.
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[ parvati's more like a princess who got rescued, whisked off into an exciting life, than anything else. ]
Most folks ain't lucky enough to get any kinda exciting life. Being a freelancer has it's perks, but most people can only dream of that. [ the corporations owned them, after all. ]
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[Grunt jobs, then? Menial tasks? Or are they simply grounded? The plot thickens...]
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