[ He pulls his head up, hair falling over his eyes, his smile brief and lopsided (amused at something, maybe). ]
If you were a plant that grabbed warm-blooded beings and held them, didn't try to put them into any kind of digestive acid, and didn't constrict hard enough to do serious physical damage, what might you be after?
[ --is an awful chat up line. Very close, Jim looks at Jack's eyes (pretty, that one little speck of heterochromia), contemplating. ]
We have to be letting off some kind of chemical it likes. Or we have to be capable of it. I guess it could be psychic-- but we're in a simulation, so if it's something psychic, it has to be linked to something observable by the program. Maybe performative.
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If you were a plant that grabbed warm-blooded beings and held them, didn't try to put them into any kind of digestive acid, and didn't constrict hard enough to do serious physical damage, what might you be after?
[ --is an awful chat up line. Very close, Jim looks at Jack's eyes (pretty, that one little speck of heterochromia), contemplating. ]
We have to be letting off some kind of chemical it likes. Or we have to be capable of it. I guess it could be psychic-- but we're in a simulation, so if it's something psychic, it has to be linked to something observable by the program. Maybe performative.