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level up! vivian's having a fun time dealing with stuff orbiting around her. helpful when she can't find her phone! not so helpful when she's sitting in a restaurant and causing all the condiment caddies and napkin holders to float off the tables.

The endless night in Acacia is a real nuisance, but Vivian can’t bring herself to hate it— her sleep schedule has gone to hell, riding her motorcycle anywhere is infinitely more dangerous than simply walking, and the star bits hanging in the sky keep falling to the ground and burning everything in their path, but the sky is beautiful, even if it’s been nothing but a bane on her existence.

One night (day?) she walks home from the grocery store, plastic bag in hand, sneakers thumping on the sidewalk as cool air breezes past; another perk. Acacia is immune to the heat waves of summer slowly rolling over the county, protected from the sun by the alien-induced darkness, and it’s a fucking blessing. Vivian’s hair has been getting longer, but she hasn’t bothered to trim it, letting it grow out for no reason other than pure laziness and lack of time to go the salon, but for some reason, it’s been naturally staying out of her face for the past few days. She swears it’s floating. Strange, but really, not so unusual when compared to the barrage of anomalies that have been occurring as an effect of the invasion; Vivian has been lucky thus far to not have caught any body-modifying mutations.

The Gru have become such a fixture of life that sometimes, she nearly forgets it is an alien invasion. No matter how commonplace the Gru become, Printy is stuck in a battle of wills between preserving humanity and advancing society at the cost of that. Her less legal activities under her anonymous astronaut helmet attest to that.

Another star bit falls from the sky, streaking a path of white-hot sparks in its wake like a tear in the sky that disappears as quickly as it comes. Vivian starts to walk faster, not wanting to be around it once it starts scorching a hole into the earth, but to her surprise, she never smells the tell-tale scent of grass being set on fire— in fact, the fallen star bit seems to come closer to her. When she tries to walk faster, the star bit merely follows her, before Vivian realizes it’s circling her, and suddenly, with her surroundings now lit up by the star bit dangerously close to her, she realizes there are multiple fallen star bits circling around her.

Vivian freezes on the spot, standing still in the middle of a lonely sidewalk in Acacia, surrounded by literal stars orbiting around her under a bright, starry night; the glow illuminates her gently floating hair, and for a moment, it feels unreal, perfectly planned, positioned, designed, like a scene out of a movie-

Then one of the star bits lights a nearby tree on fire.

Vivian realizes she now has multiple 10,000 K balls of fire orbiting around her.

“Oh, fucking hell.”

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level up! vivian's having a fun time dealing with stuff orbiting around her. helpful when she can't find her phone! not so helpful when she's sitting in a restaurant and causing all the condiment caddies and napkin holders to float off the tables.

The endless night in Acacia is a real nuisance, but Vivian can’t bring herself to hate it— her sleep schedule has gone to hell, riding her motorcycle anywhere is infinitely more dangerous than simply walking, and the star bits hanging in the sky keep falling to the ground and burning everything in their path, but the sky is beautiful, even if it’s been nothing but a bane on her existence.

One night (day?) she walks home from the grocery store, plastic bag in hand, sneakers thumping on the sidewalk as cool air breezes past; another perk. Acacia is immune to the heat waves of summer slowly rolling over the county, protected from the sun by the alien-induced darkness, and it’s a fucking blessing. Vivian’s hair has been getting longer, but she hasn’t bothered to trim it, letting it grow out for no reason other than pure laziness and lack of time to go the salon, but for some reason, it’s been naturally staying out of her face for the past few days. She swears it’s floating. Strange, but really, not so unusual when compared to the barrage of anomalies that have been occurring as an effect of the invasion; Vivian has been lucky thus far to not have caught any body-modifying mutations.

The Gru have become such a fixture of life that sometimes, she nearly forgets it is an alien invasion. No matter how commonplace the Gru become, Printy is stuck in a battle of wills between preserving humanity and advancing society at the cost of that. Her less legal activities under her anonymous astronaut helmet attest to that.

Another star bit falls from the sky, streaking a path of white-hot sparks in its wake like a tear in the sky that disappears as quickly as it comes. Vivian starts to walk faster, not wanting to be around it once it starts scorching a hole into the earth, but to her surprise, she never smells the tell-tale scent of grass being set on fire— in fact, the fallen star bit seems to come closer to her. When she tries to walk faster, the star bit merely follows her, before Vivian realizes it’s circling her, and suddenly, with her surroundings now lit up by the star bit dangerously close to her, she realizes there are multiple fallen star bits circling around her.

Vivian freezes on the spot, standing still in the middle of a lonely sidewalk in Acacia, surrounded by literal stars orbiting around her under a bright, starry night; the glow illuminates her gently floating hair, and for a moment, it feels unreal, perfectly planned, positioned, designed, like a scene out of a movie-

Then one of the star bits lights a nearby tree on fire.

Vivian realizes she now has multiple 10,000 K balls of fire orbiting around her.

“Oh, fucking hell.”