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Who: Anyone
When: Day 80, morning
Where: Anywhere
What:

[for those who went on the grand adventure, how's your morning after? For those who fucked off in the other direction, good morning don't burn your breakfast o/ in other words, mingle times

... and for those who have windchimes set up in or around their apartments, they may notice small wisteria vines creeping down their tethers]

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[ finally coming back from the jungle with the last stragglers in the morning \o/

hhheading back for apartment for cleanup... ]

[whenever you get back to the workshop GUESS WHO'S THERE ALREADY]

[ ............yeah well I ttly came here expecting to find you ]

Ky?

[raises a hand without looking up, still rummaging through the set of tools they have; there's a few laid out on his own work table as is]

[if you look carefully you can probably make out the edge of some bandages under his shirt sleeve and collar]

Have you seen the crowbar? I thought it was over here.

[ ...

crowbar. right. pushes the door wider and steps in, nudging it closed behind him with a foot. ]

By the left window corner... I used it to pry one of the vents open.

[turns and looks]

Great. I'll probably need that. [grabs it and finally looks over] There was a train in the middle of the forest, I want to give it another go now that it's on the ground.

[ he's looking off to the side, though it doesn't seem to be... directed at anything specific ]

...

...

[grabs the crowbar, walks over] ... [waves a hand in front of Chrys' face]

[ --blinks and looks at him ]

--? Yes, that's it....

[flat] Yes, I know what a crowbar looks like.

What's bugging you?

...

[ shakes his head and moves past him ]

Fatigue. ...a train, you said?

A part of a train anyways. The rest of it might have been torn off and still remains in some other trees.

[watches him, resting the crowbar against his own shoulder]

[ goes to the scribble wall and eyes the section with rough diagrams of a solar panel's wiring... ]

How intact inside?

[spots him and jogs to catch up]

Oi, Chrys.

[ glances up and-- pauses, just looking at you. He appears pretty bedraggled and grimy as you'd expect from an overnighter out in nature, but no gaping holes or anything, just minor shounen scrapes and bruises. ]

...Raven.

[on the flip side, Raven looks . . . perfectly in one piece, without a scratch]

You okay?

[ .........which is bizarre because--

well

...it takes a second longer to reply. Lets out a small breath. ]

Alright. ... I heard you made it back last night.

Yeah. . . . we didn't make it to the damn buildin'.

...many didn't.

[ shifting weight from one foot to the other. ]

[watches that]

. . . 'm gonna give it another shot, in a few days.

[ just a casual gesture, really ]

...

There was a group that encountered some hallucinatory flowers. White lilies, growing by water.

Keep an eye out.

[nods]

Know which god I can get a lot of knives from? An' a cloak?

[ ...glances a little to the side, in that familiar flipping-through-info-mentally way ]

Agon, for general types. Selyir specializes in the concealable, Zhen Ji in the foldable. Gerasimos for heavy hunting knives.

Cloaks, Ranniel should serve.

Edited 2012-09-28 02:57 (UTC)

. . . fuck, that's gonna be a lot of shoppin'. Why the fuck can't there just be a knife god or somethin'?

...

[ shrugs ]

	
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