Fiebelkorn: 6.1

[azaya]

oh my god i didn't realize the last time we updated the fiebz was 2020. and the last time we were updating consistently was 2015. what is time. what is matter. what is is.

part of the reason this took so long was cuz we had to rethink the format. this used to be a round robin since i was stuck in my state and ellyd was in theirs, but now we live properly together so what do? what do was it's now a regular legacy that we play and write together. like all our others. so. that's anticlimactic, probably!

anyway, last time:

• party cake and blue moon were born
• and disregarded
• rum raisin is heir

heiress rum raisin moved into this picturesque little house in the mostly totally ordinary township of somewhither. alegra accompanied, as is tradition.

alegra: yeah plus this shitfeet family would fall apart without me around


that allegation notwithstanding, alegra immediately left rum raisin to her own devices.

alegra: she'll be fine, i got tasks to do


like breaking in the furniture


and rolling in the road.

alegra: yeah, important stuff!


alegra: hey, rum rai. rai rai. ...rum rai! rai rai!

rum raisin: holy shit fine


alegra: hug me! no, not like that!


alegra: you suck at hugs. the only way you can make it up to me is with a sandwich.

rum raisin: i think i'll live.


alegra: AHHH FUCK

garden club member:


alegra: DID YOU SEE HER FUCKING STANDING THERE ON HER FEET? LIKE SOME KIND OF TWO-FOOTED WEIRDO?


but in the short time it took us to makeover the garden club townie, alegra remembered she's a bad bitch.

alegra: you can't kill me!


garden nerd: my goodness, that cat is terrifying!

alegra: you're goddamn right


garden nerd: doesn't seem like anyone's home anyway

rum raisin: that's a good idea actually


off she traipsed to the dirt pit, the only community gathering spot visible from her front porch. it's a literal pit of dirt. sometimes people throw things into it.


rum rai had some positive interactions!

candeline: grilled ch—

rum raisin: G̥ͅR̛͔̺I͇L̸̟L̶͙E͉͇̤͟D̝͕̺̜̺ ҉̘C̫̘̲̯͙̘̥̀H̴̦̲͖È̙͍͖̺̗E͇̠̝̰͎͔͟S͍̘̯E̛̤̰̫̪̲͎ͅ


and some less positive ones.

rum raisin: grilled chee—

eufala: DIE IN A DIFFERENT HOLE.


[lamp has entered the chat]


lamp: hey, what do you guys think of my chain chomp impresh? it's a work in progress.


rum raisin: i've never worn a top hat, but i feel like i'd be good at it.

lamp: oh, definitely. i bet you'd be great at anything you try!


rum raisin: sure is peaceful over in this direction.

lamp: i'm gonna make this face for a while!


rum raisin: oh... you're still doing that, huh?

lamp: YEP

kozette: first time at the dirt pit eh? did you bring something to throw in it?


eufala: BD


rum raisin: so far i'd have to give this place like a four, four point five out of ten. there's just so much dirt


lamp: heh, yeah BD


rum raisin: i mean, i know it's called the dirt pit, but i didn't expect it to be so... literal.

lamp: heh, yeah! 8D


rum raisin: is there anywhere else cool to hang out?

lamp: absolutely anywhere you want, my princess!

rum raisin: what?

lamp: what?


lamp: —she likes to tell people she's a flightless bat but actually i'm pretty sure she's just a mouse, we grew up across the street from each other and she never had any bats over

rum raisin: what?


lophorina: check out my collarbones in this dress, plebs!

rum raisin: you're wearing purple? with your complexion?


what're you guys up to?


OH.

well. that sure is convenient for us.

olafette: is it just me or has the sun gotten really dark all of a sudden are we in an eclipse


back at the homestead,

alegra: you've enraged me for the third time, yellow sean!


rum raisin: grilled cheese


sharing a meal


rum raisin: who's a good girl? good girl! good kitty.


alegra: never forget, you live by my benevolence. *pat*


rum raisin: s'lad


lamp: WHY HAVEN'T YOU CALLED ME DON'T YOU LIKE ME OH MY GOD ARE YOU SAYING YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO BE FRIENDS

rum raisin: lamp it's been eleven hours


alegra: this is the right place to geT FUC̵̗̥̳͙̝̪K͕͈̜̺̻I͎̲̫Ṋ̵̗̤̖G͎̣̪̠͉̯͚͘ ͙͙͙̱̼H̞̲̳̹̲I̝G͓ͅH̟ͅ


alegra: yep. nailed it


alegra: BLARP


alegra: what the damn are you doing?

rum raisin: what do you mean? i'm making the bed.


alegra: kay. well anyway nice to meet you, i'm alegra

rum raisin: what


alegra: I SAID, 'NICE TO MEET YOU, I'M ALEGRA'


rum raisin: *reads about kissin'*


rum raisin: *practices kissin'*


alegra: disgusting. ridiculous. buffoonish. zero out of kissin'.


alegra: i understand that you are a mail carrier, but i am not a mail. place me groundward at your earliest convenience.


what are you doing with the smart hat, rai rai?

rum raisin: making alegra smarter, hopefully!


alegra: BITCH, WHAT WAS THAT?!


lamp presumably forgave rum raisin for not calling the second she arrived back at home, and came over. rum raisin, meanwhile, sensed which way the wind was blowing.


lamp: NICE.


lamp: coochie coochie coo! a goochie goochie goo!

alegra: haha, what's wrong with your face?

rum raisin: i wouldn't bring her that close to your eyes if i were you


shortly after, alegra scattered. so did rum and lamp's clothes.


rum raisin and lamp: *giggle, cuddle, tee hee hee*

mail carrier: i just carry mail, come on


aww, that's genuinely sweet.


alegra: oh, she's still here? huh. okay


yeah, she's still here

rum raisin: it's rad.


lamp: huh, that sure is my exact hair dye.

how are you doing that?

lamp: doing what?


not wasting any time, are you? we like your style. get on with it, then.


lamp: awwwww, do i HAVE to?!

uh... yes... yes you do... if you want to be engaged to her......

lamp: but i wanted her to propose to ME!


suck it up, dumbass. look how happy she is.

rum raisin: *delighted gasping*


no expense was spared for their spur-of-the-moment side yard wedding.

alegra: welcome to the family, nerd.


good for you, nerd.


alegra: are you making an offering for the dumpling shrine cuz you know i don't like it when you talk to other cats


lamp, already pregnant: mah wahf


then she "tried" tinkering, i guess


lamp: what brand of dye do you use on your fur, it's so luxuriously pink

alegra: you won't have heard of it

rum raisin:


lamp: are you sure you won't tell me? are you super duper looper sure?

alegra: put me down before i skin you.


snuggèlles


thinkering about tinkering?

lamp: huh? oh, no, i was thinking about how i'm gonna hit that like a hammer later. nail her to the floor.


lamp: OH NO, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN

absolutely no idea. certainly not that aforementioned hammering. anyway, meshes without a preg morph let the pregnancies really sneak up on you.


lamp: okay, but is this a bad time to tell her how hot she is?

rum raisin: OW FUCK


meet artemisia, first of gen six

alegra: SEND IT BACK


oh no, we made it worse


rum raisin: i don't understand why the baby isn't learning how to talk!


rum raisin: these conditions are optimal!


rum raisin: *raises voice* THESE CONDITIONS ARE OPTIMAL


artemisia: BOO HISS

oh hey, those are words! kinda.


lamp: oh shit, something's happening!


alegra: is it another baby? it better not be another baby.

lamp: *ceremonial triple lutz of birth*


and here's drosera! boy, these kids have... faces.


rum raisin: this is the right place to stand.


alegra: entrée


artemisia: the hell you say?


artemisia: HOW DID THIS GET THROUGH QA?!


probably cuz your mom's not so hot at making robots yet, kiddo.

lamp: i can help! i thought about a screwdriver once.

rum raisin: okay, think real hard about it now!


whatcha doing, missy?


artemisia: staring, ominously!

well, good luck with that.


olafette: *busts in*


drosera: GET OUT, PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO NAP IN HERE


rum raisin: hey.

olafette: hey


child missy, looking... better...


lamp: böök


and this bitch is still here, for some reason!


alegra: AH SHIT

rum raisin: good evening


alegra was so freaked out by the genie that she learned to fly just to get away from him


lamp: *full motive strut*


rum raisin: hmm, what SHOULD i wish for?


what did you wish fooohhh my god D8

rum raisin: to be able to do this, apparently!


wet woof: *rolls*


wet woof: *rolls*


wet woof: *̷̱͈̲͖ͅŔO̰͇̫̖͍͙ͅLL͈̦̲̪̳Ṣ̦̟̞̱̲̳͠*̷̝


missy and drosie, and their... "faces"


lamp: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaave mariiiiiiiiiiiii~ia

alegra: i'll help. CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON


drosie's face increases


drosera: but like, it's cute, right?

i mean, it's not uncute.


drosera: sick! time for a victory nap.

don't you mean victory lap?

drosera: i meant what i said.


artemisia: aww, you're so cute! i'm gonna call you thwomp.

thwomp:


rum raisin: *gains a skill point*

lamp: hehe, guess what i just did B)

incredible. amazing. show stopping. in fact, i'm gonna stop it right here.