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taxonomites2013-09-02 04:16 am
skinandbone) wrote in taxonomites2013-09-02 04:16 am
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Where everything is sweet!
The sun rises on Taxon, but this is a different sun. It's brighter. Yellower.
Lemony-er.
Specifically, it's a big slice of candied lemon, shining through pink and white drifts of cotton candy clouds. Wherever the golden light of dawn lands, surfaces are left sticky with a thin glaze of honey. Mercifully, this soaks in quickly.
The buildings are different, too, made of gingerbread and decorated in icing. Windows are panes of glassy sugar, shot through with wavy bands of bubbles.The streets are paved in hard candies, and, for alien reasons, the sidewalks are pancakes, light and fluffy and squashy underfoot. Inside, furniture is made of chocolate, and the faucets dispense everything from lemonade to simple syrup. The homes of all the real people of Taxon have been gathered together and arranged into a cheery little village set a short distance from the sugar-glittering city. Everyone is neighbors now, and isn't that great!? They can all borrow cups of sugar from each other!
The changes have extended to the citizens, turning the Extras into a pastel rainbow of sugar people. Off to the east, there is a new bit of landscape: a mountain made of massive slabs of cookie and cake. A river coils down from it, shimmery pink and foaming with scoops of rainbow sherbert.
Everything is bright and colorful, over saturated and – this is a telling detail – outlined in heavy black lines that are always at the edges of objects, no matter how you turn your head. In such cheery surroundings, surely the newly candied people of Taxon will wake with joy in their hearts and a snazzy group song on their lips.
Look, the Extras have already started.
“How do you say good morning
To a hundred different friends?
How do you give a good wish
That never ever ends?
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! It's the city that can't be beat!
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Where everything is sweet!
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Making friends is work that's never done
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Where learning can be fun!
And for five disturbing seconds, bubbly, cheerful credits flick across everyone's vision. Your chief writer for this episode is Tinae Crice, Taxon.
LOGO! The word Taxon flares, then vanishes in a shimmery puff of sugar crystals and tumbling candies. Another beautiful day in Taxon has begun, so let's all get to learning, sharing, and just plain having FUN!!
Lemony-er.
Specifically, it's a big slice of candied lemon, shining through pink and white drifts of cotton candy clouds. Wherever the golden light of dawn lands, surfaces are left sticky with a thin glaze of honey. Mercifully, this soaks in quickly.
The buildings are different, too, made of gingerbread and decorated in icing. Windows are panes of glassy sugar, shot through with wavy bands of bubbles.The streets are paved in hard candies, and, for alien reasons, the sidewalks are pancakes, light and fluffy and squashy underfoot. Inside, furniture is made of chocolate, and the faucets dispense everything from lemonade to simple syrup. The homes of all the real people of Taxon have been gathered together and arranged into a cheery little village set a short distance from the sugar-glittering city. Everyone is neighbors now, and isn't that great!? They can all borrow cups of sugar from each other!
The changes have extended to the citizens, turning the Extras into a pastel rainbow of sugar people. Off to the east, there is a new bit of landscape: a mountain made of massive slabs of cookie and cake. A river coils down from it, shimmery pink and foaming with scoops of rainbow sherbert.
Everything is bright and colorful, over saturated and – this is a telling detail – outlined in heavy black lines that are always at the edges of objects, no matter how you turn your head. In such cheery surroundings, surely the newly candied people of Taxon will wake with joy in their hearts and a snazzy group song on their lips.
Look, the Extras have already started.
“How do you say good morning
To a hundred different friends?
How do you give a good wish
That never ever ends?
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! It's the city that can't be beat!
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Where everything is sweet!
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Making friends is work that's never done
Ta-ta-ta-taxon! Where learning can be fun!
And for five disturbing seconds, bubbly, cheerful credits flick across everyone's vision. Your chief writer for this episode is Tinae Crice, Taxon.
LOGO! The word Taxon flares, then vanishes in a shimmery puff of sugar crystals and tumbling candies. Another beautiful day in Taxon has begun, so let's all get to learning, sharing, and just plain having FUN!!
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It is a special kind of Hell, that. The guilt rolls around his topmost bucket in the shape of a shiny red apple.
"Hey-- Metody, sweetheart, at least you still look like a doll. It's not too far from-- you know, before."
He pushes more fully upright, fairly certain he won't topple over so long as his torso of sorts is on solid enough ground. He'd scoot closer if he wasn't half sunken into the pancake.
"...you still have a pretty dress, and a very nice hairpin. You even sort of resemble yourself. That's not too bad, is it?"
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"Who a-a-are you?"
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His hard toffee eyes sliiiiide from side to side. "...you are Metody, aren't you?"
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Silly and shallow a it seems, she has always been proud of her looks. She might be a monster, but at least she looks like a human, and a(n eerily, otherworldly) beautiful one at that. She at least has that.
At least she does until some malicious hamsters take that too.
"You're apples. Why are you apples?"
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He feels cold. The lemon sun doesn't feel warm at all.
"I like apples," he says, but the suggestion rings false even to his own ears. "Not as much as Glitch, but...
"I don't know?"
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"All your bits are moving and - how are - you spilled water? I don't have water in my faucets. I think its some kind of candy juice?"
"Oh, gosh, Cain, I'm so sorry. I just reacted without thinking. Does it hurt?"
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It's a fairly easy decision to start from the end and work his way backwards. "It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all, come to think of it, and something used to always hurt-- before."
He blinks, or gives what is translated as a blink by his toffee eyes blinking out of existence and back again. "Let's not worry about the water right now, okay?
"And...and I think you're a doll. Just like I've always thought you were a doll of sorts. Colourful clothes, pretty dresses, one of the sweetest people I know. This is just--"
He makes a vague gesture at the gigantic, enormous WRONG PICTURE they're both part of. "Different. And...temporary, if what the hamster said earlier is anything to go by."
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"Oh. It doesn't hurt." She breaks into giddy, disbelieving grin broad enough to crack her lips, and laughs. The soundis edging just a little towards hysteria, because emotional whiplash is a harsh misstress, and, as Cain said, this is temporary. She plunks on the last pie, and stands to over him a hand up.
"I'm sugar. I think? I'm gritty. But I think I've got a filling because I can feel it sloshing. Listen -" She shimmies in a way that would be exciting on someone better endowed and not made of candy paste. There is indeed a distant slosh of filling.
" - golly, Cain, you have the most beautiful hair. Is it really flowers?"