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[buryyouwithmysound]

So this is way unexpected, but it's not like it's the first time Marceline's run into a strange interdimensional portal. It's definitely the first time she found one in her fridge, but that's life.

And hey, there's no sunlight, so why worry about all that junk? Nah. Marceline's just gonna float through the hallways and explore, because she's just chill like that, as most Vampire Queens are. She's even got a box of strawberries that she's eating one by one, poking a fang into one and sucking out all the red color. She's even being nice and putting the lifeless gray ones back in the box.

"Man this place is so weird," she says, floating two feet off the ground as she explores.

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[buryyouwithmysound]

"Well, that's the Nightosphere for me. But that's mostly 'cause my dad lives there and...bleeeeh." Marceline's distasteful expression morphs her whole face.

"This is way more fun."

[slutbomb]

"Nightosphere, huh? Sounds ... technical." Which is just Faith's way of prompting for more information about it without actually trying to seem interested. It's a thing, she's got issues.

[buryyouwithmysound]

"Yeah. It's a weirdo hell dimension. I think they also have bureaucrats there." Marceline sighs, totally unimpressed.

[slutbomb]

"Eh, if it's any consolation we got plenty of those where I come from." Sometimes Faith wonders if she might prefer a hell dimension. Then she remembers indoor plumbing and Jack Daniels.

[buryyouwithmysound]

"Bureaucrats? I know, right? They're just the worst." Marceline shakes her head, frowning.

[slutbomb]

"I mostly ignore them. Don't have a lot of respect for anyone who never actually gets their hands dirty." That gets a shrug, because what the hell is Faith ever gonna do about it?