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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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"Dude. That would be a hella brick weed if it was."
He sets the waferboard to one side and moves forward on his hands and knees on the grass to poke at the candy brick. Definitely not weed. Definitely a classic Pez candy, so chalky sugar shit, but it's huge.
Then it penetrates he's touching something that just came out of someone else, kinda, sorta, even if in trippy Candyland, and he blinks upwards at Pez.
"....did you, uh, want this back, man? --oh shit, you've got no arms. That sucks."
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The Pez brick is still lying at his feet. He wonders if he has an unlimited supply. It's possible. It's definitely not a vital organ, anyway--as far as he can tell he is some kind of plastic dispenser, and this is candy, so really, it's meant to come out. Still, you never know.
"If you'd like to give it back you can hold it up and push it back into my throat. It's really not necessary, though. I think I'm supposed to dispense these," he says politely, and then to demonstrate hinges his head all the way back to present the hole at the base of his neck, somewhat horrifically.
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He stares at David's neck-hole-thing in a blended mixture of horror, confusion, and fascination.
"--dude. I dunno whether that's cool or gross but I think 'm gonna hurl my liquid cherry breakfast if you stay that way so, uh, don't. Please."
The brick sits there. Oh jeez, is he gonna have to keep it? It's not like he can hand it back. Dude has no fuckin' arms.