So I wanted to do fanart of something and eventually decided on this, but couldn't decide on exactly what to draw. So somebody said "Eating a shark" and here we are now.
So I wanted to do fanart of something and eventually decided on this, but couldn't decide on exactly what to draw. So somebody said "Eating a shark" and here we are now.
CC: Pretend to be examining the wall trim then get to your shift already!
You're already at your shift! While everyone else has to work during the first quarter of eclipse days, your unique schedule lets you sleep in then and gives you the absolute pleasure of serving sugary edibles to hundreds of scaly workers during this shift instead. Not that you don't enjoy baking up awesome confectionery goods, that's actually a lot of fun and almost makes you like this assigned occupation you got thrown into. It's just having to put a price on the pastries of love and churn out thousands of them that really makes your mantle steam.
And the trim is exquisite, you painted it just the other day, and it turned out perfect until this massive wall decided to get in your way and cause you to ruin some of it. You vow to eventually get revenge on this rigid wall at a later time when your boss isn't about to caw your head off.
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It's a stand for an incredibly strong, and currently misplaced, spatula used to concoct the legendary CARAMOUSEL JAWFUDGER, a cake so supreme, only those with the most oustanding stomach walls can digest it without vomiting. Smith usually orders one every time he comes here.
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You're thinking about having the special for today be ECLIPSECAKES, those are always popular and easy to make. Heck, you made a whole batch of them before you went to sleep yesterday. You have no idea where the magnets you use for this menu are, or even the marker for actually writing what everything and its price, whoops. They'll turn up eventually, you've never really been that organized anyway. Calculating, yes, correlated, never.
CC: Rebalance yourself and check for injuries.
You'll deal with your boss cowardlessly in a moment, you just need to regather yourself after that run-in with a certain obtrusive thick fenestration.
Oh goshdangit, one of your blood packets got caught under your semi-translucent skin at impact. No worries though, your species produce thousands of them that decide to just make themselves more prominent as they course through your body, and this one just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. At least it didn't cut through in an embarrassing pattern, you think.
CC: Go confront your aggravated boss in a more fearless manner.
Your ChumHandle is zealousScarecrow and you zpeak|with|a|zharp|tongue.
>Oh geeze, it looks just like genitals. You'd better find some sort of cover for that, chief. Bakery-Bandito time!
This image of avatar excellence was brought to you by MrPeach32, with greeny bits by ashdenej. Pretty much the only part I did was this signature.
CC:
Wait, really???
Oh, nevermind. You know dang well what your own genitalia looks like and they definitely aren't like that. Not that you'd really spaz out over it though, you've had worse things on your face.
CC: >>>
You just wipe off the excess blood on your PAJAMAILLOT for now, the cut will heal itself in no time. Your skin may be soft and frail, but it heals itself faster than you can flip a crepe for an eclipsecake.
CC: >>>
There, now you look as positively dashing as you always do.
Yes, you have pretty much taken care of immediate business, and more importantly, yourself, and you are going to most likely end up flouting her about whatever it is she decided to waltz in here for!!!
CC: >>>
YOU ARE PSYCHED UPOOPS
darn your ever-so-sticky suckers
CC: Check out your musical toaster first.
Your ChumHandle is zealousScarecrow and you zpeak|with|a|zharp|tongue.
CC: Greet your boss.
[HELLO Boh goshdangit.]
CC: >>>
[Hold on.]
You turn your VOICEBOX on, for once.
CC: >>>
~HELLO~ wonderful and surely most pristine boss in this entire city!
CC: >>>
What could you have possibly dirtied my sparkling tiled floor about this time?
TRANSLATIMONY:
CC: >>>
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That was more tame than usual.
That... that was TAME?!!? Oh boy, let me guess, the last time he came in here, you blew up the building, right?
...IMPRESSIVE[/fuijin]
...Seriously, what the heck...![]()
Cat Venture
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CC: Commence slacking off.
Your ChumHandle is zealousScarecrow and you zpeak|with|a|zharp|tongue.
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It looks like your old reliable MILKSHAKE MACHINE finally provided it's last sweet bliss of a hodgepodge of oxped milk, salt-water-frozen ice cream, and the only conceivably correct creamy dessert flavors in the universe as a result of that massive heat wave your ovens were filling the room with. Farewell, noble high-selling supplier of confectionery drinks.
You're fairly sure that's how it finally died anyway, because of the ovens. Yeah, definitely. No doubt about it.
Nah, not yet at least. You need to get this reputable establishment gussied back up first.
CC: >>>
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Your legion of lobsterbots dutifully get to work cleaning up their magnificent creator's creamy milkshake-slopped palace.
CC:
Something like that, yes.
There was baked bread everywhere for the next month.
CC:
She couldn't stand the heat apparently, so she got out of your kitchen and off to boss around some other of her district's workers. She'll definitely return later, like she always does. Nobody can resist your swank aquatic charm.
Your heckburners are perfectly fine, but you're going to assume that meant replace the now defunct machine in the corner there, which you were about to do anyway.
Goin' up!
CC: >>>
Woah, not gonna do that again for a bit. Your psionic powers are only charge-based and since you already squandered a long charge escaping your stepsister's wrath, then just ascended a farther distance in the same fashion only several moments later, that really took the dry, citrus-infested air out of your system. This is why you usually save up your charges for emergencies or very important uses only.
CC: >>>
Anyway, you're pretty sure you can find something decent to take the place of that old moneymaker up here.
CC: Go check out the weird vending machine(?) type thing, but trip and knock over the box tower.
Your ChumHandle is zealousScarecrow and you zpeak|with|a|zharp|tongue.
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CC: Go screw up the box tower and check out the weird vending machine.
No way, never going to happen. To purposefully desecrate the last remaining support in the prime edification of your brolationship with BS would be like destroying the memory of that first day you came to have this sentenced occupation, when he and a bunch of his coworkers delivered your business-starting supplies. In the midst of contemplating what to do after being assigned this atypical form of community service, you witnessed his odd ability to create cardboard edifications out of midair and hatched one of the first harmless ideas you'd had in a long while. In the end, you and Smith spent all of an entire shift building the most awesome box castle this town has even comprehended, and consequently, you spent time with the first friend you'd ever made.
You mean, not made as in "created like a robot or something" but made as in "gained, or whatever." You know what you mean, yourself. In your own understanding.
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Oh nooo, this little lobsterbot must have gotten itself upstairs somehow and gotten savaged by the creatures that lurk up here. As much as you want to bring this tyke back into this dry world again, you've got to put work business first. You're running short on time before the first customers arrive and you absolutely need find a replacement for the machine downstairs. And although you feel extremely inclined to, you really have no time for slacking off right now.
CC: Crawl through the tube and ponder briefly over why you are modeled after an aquatic creature despite not living anywhere near water.
Because you originate in outer spaaaaaace!!!
Ok, now you're done goofing off.
CC: Evaluate the machines and materials.
Well, here are some options.
You could just wheel this almost-exact copy of the milkshake machine downstairs, and continue your obviously thriving business as usual. The 'shakes help to quench customers' thirsts and fill them up enough to keep them from ordering much more else than an eclipsecake. Although, it takes a while for the machine to actually generate enough to fill an average cup.
Or you could try out this ice cream machine you've never even used. From what you can estimate, it looks like it can dish out those swirly confections at 3 times the rate of the milkshake machine, having 3 ports for filling a container rather than 1. However, they wouldn't be as filling as milkshakes would be, but would be much more efficient.
The last option is creating a combination of the machines, or even an entirely new one altogether. It would be remarkably excellent for business, but could take the entire rest of the shift to build if you can't find the parts, risking profit for today.
You have an important business choice to make here.