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What is your blobling's favourite colour?:
Oh, Ampersand couldn't choose just one! Though they are becoming rather enamored with the exact hues that make up the six stars.
What does your blobling think of Eris?:
What does your blobling think of Ichor?:
What does your blobling think of Themis?:
What does your blobling think of Terrea?:
Hasn't seen much of it, but they're a big fan of the Smiley Sands and the chromilias growing there. They also really love the sky.
Why did your blobling 'choose' Chaos/Order/Blood/Neutral?:
Amp is Neutral, with a big ol' asterisk. Unsurprisingly, they were incredibly fascinated by all 3 ideas. They all pull on Ampersand, making for a very intense net neutral.
What does your blobling remember from the Old World?:
Ampersand remembers war in extremely vague terms -- only fear, pain, and a series of associated colors. They were born traumatized without understanding why. Luckily, they remember happier things too, like a fuzzy blue bird who gave them kisses, and the specific image of helicopter seeds falling onto the leafy ground.
Where is your blobling living?:
At the moment, they're still in the Sands! Once they've explored a bit, I think Amp will set up shop somewhere open, where they can do mad science in safety. Also hopping distance from the Meowlers. That's important.
What does your blobling look for in a friend?:
Ampersand wants to be friends with anyone who will have them, who will not try to take advantage or turn this into a hierarchy thing. Lookin' at you, Harki!
Does your blobling have a strong bond with their pet(s)?:
They don't have any pets yet! But once they do, HEEEEECK YES.
Why does your blobling want the Upgrades you have planned?:
Amp really wants to meet the stars. They don't know how they'll achieve that, but they think a big ol' spring to help them jump high is a good start.
What does your blobling do in a Number?:
Lots and lots of science, drawing up plans for the star mission, executing on those plans, and playing with whatever animal-like life they can find!
Does your blobling have a desired profession?:
Scientist! With some secret politics interest they don't know about yet.
What does your blobling taste like?
The outside of Ampersand tastes a lot like the inside of a lemon head. The inside is basically black water -- you're so convinced it tastes like something, even though it's all in your head.
What does your blobing smell like?
A rubber bouncy ball, with an undercurrent of sugar. They make it work.
What is your blobling's favourite biome on Terrea?
So far, they've only been in the Smiley Sands, and you never forget your first loves. But I think they'll come to adore every biome they explore.
Does your blobling enjoy eating?:
Oh yes, very much. But only for like 5 minutes; then they get impatient and have to go back to doing stuff.
Does your blobling enjoy sleeping?:
Mmmmm not unless there's another being there. They enjoy it as a form of hanging out, not alone.
What might make your blobling angry enough to attack another blobling?:
You would have to do a lot to make them throw appendages. If another being was actively harming or bullying someone, Ampersand would go LIVID.
What is your blobling's favourite Terrean plant?:
So far, chromilias!
What is your blobling's favourite Terrean animal?:
Haven't met them yet, but I plan on having them collect so many Meowlers. Those might end up taking the top spot.
What would your blobling's MBTI be?:
E?F? They ride a lot of lines lol
What Hogwarts House would your blobling be in?:
Ok, so the Sorting Hat would try really hard to convince them to go into Ravenclaw. But Ampersand would fight back. "Look, I'm yellow; clearly that means I'm a Hufflepuff!" they'd insist. They're most interested in Hufflepuff since it has the widest array of people types, and that would probably grant them their wish. Amp is a very deliberate Hufflepuff XD
What would your blobling's horoscope be?:
Pfffffff, Amp doesn't believe in horoscopes! Amp believes in SCIENCE!!!!
That said, they do identify very strongly with the element Helium.
What would your blobling's RPG class be?:
The 5e Engineer and Artificer come to mind. Out of the basic 12 DnD 5th Edition classes, Druid and Monk are the most appealing.
If your blobling were to multiclass, what would their second class be?:
Some combination of the 4 I listed.
What are your blobling's hobbies?:
Caring for Meowlers, traveling, bleeding with whoever will humor them to see what combinations they can make
Does your blobling have a friend group?:
It looks like they're starting to! Tidepool is shaping up to be a great friend. Time will tell exactly what the relationship will be with Harki, but it's bound to be intense and personal.
Does your blobling know any of your other bloblings?:
Just Harki and Tidepool so far
Does your blobling currently have a crush?:
Nah
What sort of person does your blobling admire?:
Ampersand's eyes go shiny for intrepid explorers and beings who boldly speak for their beliefs. Hero stuff.
What is your blobling's idea of a perfect Number?:
4 and its multiples. 64 and 256 are some special favorites.

Ampersand tastes the Everything Soup they're making and ponders the flavor.

"Needs more spicy," they decide, and roll off the stool to grab a bottle of hot sauce. Do bottles and hot sauce exist in Terrea? I don't know! This is a version of the world with some of the old kitchen comforts.

Anyway, Ampersand upends the bottle, dumping the whole thing into the soup. After they taste it again, they nod. "Much closer."

Unfortunately, Ampersand is out of hot sauce now, so "much closer" will simply have to do. They're sure their friends will understand. In fact, they're more concerned about getting some food in them. Amp's friends arrived several moments early, and are situated around the table. This blobling want to keep them waiting any longer.

Amp hops off the stool once more, and wheels the soup out on a fancy silver mobile table. They smile in satisfaction as they see their friends' watering eyes. The soup must smell amazing.

As they ladle it out, they sneak a couple drops onto their tasting tentacle. Yep, still delicious, just missing that bit of spice! Proud of their creation, they slide the bowls to their friends.

Tidepool and Harki stare down at their soup. Must be savoring the presentation before they try it. Then, after exchanging a glance, each blob lifts a spoon to their respective mouth parts.

Ampersand looks at them expectantly. Harki makes a wild expression, scrunching their face almost inside out. Knowing how their friend works, that's Harki-speak for "Wow, this is amazing!"

Tidepool's expression is much harder to read. She is carefully neutral, staring straight ahead as she spoons up the soup. After a big swallow, she turns to Ampersand with a watery smile.

"Yeahhhhh," she says, exhausted. "It's . . . great!"

Ampersand beams.

A repetitive scraping accompanied Ampersand's bounces as they dragged a bag of Meowler food behind them. Unfortunately, they hadn't been able to find any outside vehicle that could make transport easier, nor were their tentacles strong enough to lift something this big. So dragging it was.

If only there was some sort of table with wheels Ampersand could get . . .

Ah, that was a problem for later! Now, Ampersand was on their way to do something totally unrelated to invention. They were going to feed Meowlers!

The Meowlers were waiting for them when they arrived. It seemed half the ranch was crammed up against the edges of their pens, watching Ampersand.

"Hello!"called the springy blobling, waving several tentacles and reaching for the bowls they'd stored with the others. "I hope you're having a wonderful day. Who wants some food?"

A cacophany of meows and bleats greeted them, and Ampersand smiled. Not that anyone could see it under all those wigglies.

Ampersand poured the food into bowls and distributed them among the pens. While the Meowlers ate, they pet each one, the gesture both affection and an inspection. Soon, Ampersand hoped to have a Meowler of their own. And then two, and then a whole bunch!

There were several promising ones here, which excited Amp immensely. But before they could think any further, someone emerged. It was NAME, the Meowler breeder.

Oops. Suddenly, Ampersand remembered they hadn't actually asked if they could feed the critters. If they were caught, NAME might never let them tame a Meow!

Better get out, quick.

As the breeder began approaching, looking none too happy, Ampersand sprang out and away from the ranch. They bounced away as quickly as they could, leaving only strange, circular imprints in their wake.