So we have these things called Cystypigs, right? They're about the closest to Earth species we got. They grow a bunch of tumours out of their skin that naturally fall off, and we package em and eat em. Probably the safest food we've got. Doesn't taste the greatest, but it means there's less need to breed them since they don't gotta be slaughtered until they get way too old.
[ she explains this all very matter of factly. ] It is kinda like Slowpoke tails here, except I'm not sure if those grow back. The Cystypigs do, forever.
We don't really have hunting in the way it exists here, either. I've been trying to do some stuff my friend Nyoka taught me-- oh, she works as a body guard on Monarch to protect people from the really nasty creatures in the wilderness-- but it's still quite. Weird. Especially with the whole, uh, compulsive urge to... you know.
[ at least the water pump has been a positive outlet for said compulsion for murder that nobody's really judging her for, but still. she's been doing pretty okay with keeping it in check for the most part. ]
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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Fascinating. You have my attention, then.
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[ she explains this all very matter of factly. ] It is kinda like Slowpoke tails here, except I'm not sure if those grow back. The Cystypigs do, forever.
We don't really have hunting in the way it exists here, either. I've been trying to do some stuff my friend Nyoka taught me-- oh, she works as a body guard on Monarch to protect people from the really nasty creatures in the wilderness-- but it's still quite. Weird. Especially with the whole, uh, compulsive urge to... you know.
[ at least the water pump has been a positive outlet for said compulsion for murder that nobody's really judging her for, but still. she's been doing pretty okay with keeping it in check for the most part. ]
jkhkjh somehow I missed the notif for this
[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.
Re: jkhkjh somehow I missed the notif for this
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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