We've left the room again! The Internet is somewhat stable. We're staring into an unnamed fold. There is heavy breathing. People are trying to be pleasant. The fear of SCP-400# is palpable. So many mortals. We will walk slowly, humans can only see you if you're moving.
This smudge is the pool area. There are people, Chantal wants COFFEE!
The camera is jittering wildly. There are sounds of happy couples, people enjoying a true Coobeeza trip. Chantal wants better WiFi and has muted us now that she has found a member of the staff. She needs better Internet. There are TOO MANY NORMAL PEOPLE. SCP-400# is breathing even more heavily. We're back now and no longer talking about food, just exchanging MONEY. The Internet quality has not improved. No, no, never mind there are too many people let's go eat!
The VIB are yelling at Chantal that the buffet closes in 15 minutes.
NO SING. Instead of asking anyone that works at the resort Chantal is demanding information in her babytal voice from her fellow huwhite! She has been advised that a mask is required in the buffet.
"Wear a mask lady" the staff are being so generous with that polite term for Guntal. The sounds of happiness, joy, vacation, they filter. Chantal is handed a plate,
"Grassyass".
"I'm soaked" Then why the lube?
"Look at all this food!" Atta girl! A man asks what the hell Chantal is doing and she explains she wants to show "them" the food. He politely introduces himself, He doesn't know he is in the presence of the Great Northern Fupallo:
Realizing she is helpless outside her natural habitat he continues to feed her:
"WHERE IS MY CHAIR!?"
No wait she found it!
Maybe this won't be so bad after all! (
) EVEN BETTER! They have REAL JUICE THAT DOES NOT TASTE LIKE WATER!
She is going to eat HEALTHY! A server has appeared and demanded payment. In cash.
Look brownie she will come back later. LOOK AT THIS BREAKFAST!
Beige, just how she likes it!
"Beans, vegetables fruit, it's healthy" she fucking HATES it.
"mmmmm" Uh huh. We will come back and eat lunch around 1pm Coobeeza time!
This Cuban Coffee is SOoOooO good!
After this we are going to go swimming! Going to the beach! This is great coffee she loves it so much! She is SOOOooOoo relaxed.
X. We are eating super slow because tummy twubbles not because she hates the food. The cheap bow has already fallen off of her hat and she isn't planning on drinking until after lunch, no wait, after supper! Then CLUB! She just has no appetite!
"I don't like eggs"
Martyrtal cannot stand to waste this delicious food when people are STARVING but she is really having a hard time with these massive delicious portions.
Her mentulz are really bad and when she gets home she is prioritizing her mental health, really! Truly! Honestal! Swear to Gunrar!
X.
"On repeat I copy pasted a hateful message to him about 100 times. If you saw my messages to him last night I was literally not there mentally, that was scary." She is tired, emotional, messed up. It happens. SHE IS. THE. VICTIM. However we are going to ENJOY this trip to Coobeeza! () The VIB are offering practical advice for leaving abusive relationships, but that implies that SCP-400# is not mortal and was NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH NADER. Well...the mating rituals of the SCP-400# is not well documented but ethnologists are pretty sure staring through the windows of the Trap is just courting and not actual Hurplegunting.
A mortal woman of nomalish size walks by and the hat quickly returns. Imagine if she had to take this trip with HAIR FIBERS! Can you imagine!? Ha ha! Bald Qween! Chantal is sick of this food and has yet to realize that if she doesn't leave the resort she will need to eat it. Maybe she should just leave all the food on the table. For the starving cannibal children of Coobeeza.
A VIB who speaks Mexican Spanish, and one who speaks Castilian Spanish, are attempting to tell Chantal how to ask where the trash is for the food she no longer wishes to consume. Our Lady of Perpetual Nashies is pronouncing both as if they are her Quebecoise. Look fuck this, time to ask a nice huwhite person what to do with her plate. Leave it? GOSH HOW INCONSIDERATE! She feels BAD about that.
X.
Oh well time to go to the cashier! Oh wait.
"What time is lunch!?" It's at 1.
). More sunscreen is being applied. How do you even tip people here? Like do you give them a tip every day? How does this even work!? Chantal just needs nice cold bottles of water, don't bother with cleaning the room. Cleaning the room makes SCP-400# miss the Box Mountain ranges even more.
