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[They're in the refectory! Love the spice embargo, dry bread forever.
Everyone's cleaning up nicely, now that they have their own duds. Lots of interesting picks here. Sure livens the place up.
Meanwhile Camille continues to fade into the scenery: dark sweater, dark jeans, leather ankle boots with scuffs at the heels. Funny how that makes her the sore thumb here.]
Feeling peckish?
[She scoots out the chair opposite with one foot. Sit.]
Everyone's cleaning up nicely, now that they have their own duds. Lots of interesting picks here. Sure livens the place up.
Meanwhile Camille continues to fade into the scenery: dark sweater, dark jeans, leather ankle boots with scuffs at the heels. Funny how that makes her the sore thumb here.]
Feeling peckish?
[She scoots out the chair opposite with one foot. Sit.]
[ Great news, he looks much better on Saturday than the day prior. Not amazing, because all he had to work with was Cabin water and his fingers to try to comb through his hair, but he's not so covered in grime anymore.
What he's wearing might depend somewhat on the mod answer it's nebulous for now. But he probably at least has his practical eyepatch back rather than the odd flower on a string.
He pauses at being spoken to. He'd kind of forgotten about his hunger these last twelve or so hours, and while it's not the unnaturally grating, supernaturally exhausting famishedness he'd come to know, he realises he's objectively starving. ]
How's the food?
What he's wearing might depend somewhat on the mod answer it's nebulous for now. But he probably at least has his practical eyepatch back rather than the odd flower on a string.
He pauses at being spoken to. He'd kind of forgotten about his hunger these last twelve or so hours, and while it's not the unnaturally grating, supernaturally exhausting famishedness he'd come to know, he realises he's objectively starving. ]
How's the food?
Terrible. Flavour's for the rich and famous. But it's something.
[He does look better. Much more his age, though the color's failed to return to his cheeks. It's worrisome. They're marginally provided for but that doesn't include medication. If someone falls under the weather they won't be able to do much for them.]
That's not fresh, is it?
[Eyepatch.]
[He does look better. Much more his age, though the color's failed to return to his cheeks. It's worrisome. They're marginally provided for but that doesn't include medication. If someone falls under the weather they won't be able to do much for them.]
That's not fresh, is it?
[Eyepatch.]
...
[ Huh. He raises a brow slightly, but. ]
No, it isn't. I am aware that it would be for the best to change it out with sterile cloth, but the closest thing I've got right now are the robes, which aren't exactly the cleanest either.
If this continues on for much longer, I may have to abandon a cover for the time being, but I'd prefer not to.
[ Huh. He raises a brow slightly, but. ]
No, it isn't. I am aware that it would be for the best to change it out with sterile cloth, but the closest thing I've got right now are the robes, which aren't exactly the cleanest either.
If this continues on for much longer, I may have to abandon a cover for the time being, but I'd prefer not to.
No, I'd think not. Especially not after we rolled around in the swamp fetching our boxes.
[His is a grim dilemma. And eyes are so close to the brain, too. What's the likelihood of infection taking a violent turn on a dime?]
See, that's another thing I don't get. We have accommodations, amenities. Food that sucks but it's enough, and it's not restricted portions either. But no medication. [She shakes her head and pushes her food around with a fork.] And no word from our mysterious benefactors yet, so. What's the purpose? Is it a test? Are we building up to something?
Life's borderline sustainable here. But only just.
[His is a grim dilemma. And eyes are so close to the brain, too. What's the likelihood of infection taking a violent turn on a dime?]
See, that's another thing I don't get. We have accommodations, amenities. Food that sucks but it's enough, and it's not restricted portions either. But no medication. [She shakes her head and pushes her food around with a fork.] And no word from our mysterious benefactors yet, so. What's the purpose? Is it a test? Are we building up to something?
Life's borderline sustainable here. But only just.
[ Imagine that's how I die off-schedule. No clean eyepatch replacements. ]
...
It is strange that we seem to have been left to our own devices this long. It's already morning. Not a single hostile thing to come out of the woods. No odd lights, not even a ominous dream.
Sure, what we have sucks, but it's objectively better than being attacked.
...
The architecture style is pretty old. At least half a decade or more before.
...
It is strange that we seem to have been left to our own devices this long. It's already morning. Not a single hostile thing to come out of the woods. No odd lights, not even a ominous dream.
Sure, what we have sucks, but it's objectively better than being attacked.
...
The architecture style is pretty old. At least half a decade or more before.
[At least take me with you, swaps your eye gunk]
Looks like a century or two to me. But I guess we're all coming from wildly different perspectives.
On that note — where are you from? And when?
Looks like a century or two to me. But I guess we're all coming from wildly different perspectives.
On that note — where are you from? And when?
[Huh.]
Well, there's a London. In Europe. A letter off each, but they're there. 1942 though, you guys have a big war going on by any chance?
Well, there's a London. In Europe. A letter off each, but they're there. 1942 though, you guys have a big war going on by any chance?
[gives him a glance askance.]
You're fucking with me.
You're fucking with me.
Me neither.
[What a coincidence.]
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not living in one. I'm well into the 2000s. Chicago, United States of America.
[What a coincidence.]
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not living in one. I'm well into the 2000s. Chicago, United States of America.
[Thank god you aren't asking for the exact year because i just went on a spiral trying to pin it down]
Well, they are states, and they are supposedly united. [She scratches something on her knee, traced with one finger.] There's fifty of them. And it started as a colonial overhaul about 200 years prior, courtesy of our good friends from Europe. Ousted the native populations and plundered the land. Very charming stuff.
Well, they are states, and they are supposedly united. [She scratches something on her knee, traced with one finger.] There's fifty of them. And it started as a colonial overhaul about 200 years prior, courtesy of our good friends from Europe. Ousted the native populations and plundered the land. Very charming stuff.
To be clear, it's Europe, and not Europa?
[ The fact that it's so similar is very funny. ]
I know some parts of Europa have made contact and established routes with the western Vinland, but it's barely explorable and hardly inhabitable from what I hear...
...
Whiskey and tobacco imported from there is pretty sought-after though.
[ The fact that it's so similar is very funny. ]
I know some parts of Europa have made contact and established routes with the western Vinland, but it's barely explorable and hardly inhabitable from what I hear...
...
Whiskey and tobacco imported from there is pretty sought-after though.
It's definitely Europe.
[The use of Vinland tickles at her mind. She's not a history buff but that might correlate with something more than being a knockoff Finland.]
Hm. Sounds like it's less conquered than the west coast in our 1940s. Whisky and tobacco though, we do have that.
Maybe... I don't know. There could be echoes between our worlds. I know there's theories like that — realities created from alternate choices. What if you had done this instead of that, what if this happened here instead of there. Things like that.
Or maybe there's only similarities because we're looking for them.
[The use of Vinland tickles at her mind. She's not a history buff but that might correlate with something more than being a knockoff Finland.]
Hm. Sounds like it's less conquered than the west coast in our 1940s. Whisky and tobacco though, we do have that.
Maybe... I don't know. There could be echoes between our worlds. I know there's theories like that — realities created from alternate choices. What if you had done this instead of that, what if this happened here instead of there. Things like that.
Or maybe there's only similarities because we're looking for them.
That it doesn't.
If we really are dealing with a forty different realities crammed into one spot, I doubt we can rely on the usual context clues for help. We're probably at some in between place.
If we really are dealing with a forty different realities crammed into one spot, I doubt we can rely on the usual context clues for help. We're probably at some in between place.
[ I'M SORRY FOR MISSING YOURS AHHH slots us Tuesday if you don't mind...
You can find Daan at the river! He's got a bucket and some cloths that he seems to be wringing out in the water, careful to avoid these damn leeches. You can see him occasionally stop and stare into there while he wrings out a rag until they go away before he goes back for a rinse.
The busywork is all fine, but he's also got blackened writing appearing over his back spelling out things -- EIHNER VON DUTCH, ELISE VON DUTCH, and FATE. Pick your poison... ]
You can find Daan at the river! He's got a bucket and some cloths that he seems to be wringing out in the water, careful to avoid these damn leeches. You can see him occasionally stop and stare into there while he wrings out a rag until they go away before he goes back for a rinse.
The busywork is all fine, but he's also got blackened writing appearing over his back spelling out things -- EIHNER VON DUTCH, ELISE VON DUTCH, and FATE. Pick your poison... ]
[no this is perfect i am already dying]
Hey.
[A warning called from a prudent distance, in case he's rinsing his skivvies. Camille approaches at a leisurely pace, tossing her hair over her shoulder in a losing battle.
She's got her own mysterious missive gleaming through her chest. The teeth were in the floor. ]
Glad someone's got the right idea. We're getting ripe. [And... Well. She can't tell what any of this might mean just from looking, but she shouldn't let him walk around unawares.] Your back's got a lot to say this morning.
Hey.
[A warning called from a prudent distance, in case he's rinsing his skivvies. Camille approaches at a leisurely pace, tossing her hair over her shoulder in a losing battle.
She's got her own mysterious missive gleaming through her chest. The teeth were in the floor. ]
Glad someone's got the right idea. We're getting ripe. [And... Well. She can't tell what any of this might mean just from looking, but she shouldn't let him walk around unawares.] Your back's got a lot to say this morning.
[ Imagine. I don't want to think about whether we got multiple pairs of underwear. This is rp fantasyland and we will have infinite skivvies if we want to.
He looks over his shoulder at first, and well. You know. It's just human nature to glance at things that stand out, so he does end up seeing that and uh
what the fuck does that mean
but it's impolite so even though he's taken aback, he looks back up at her. Uh. What'd she say? ]
...Does it now. Looks like your front does as well.
[ He's not sure he wants to ask what his says but he'll test the waters first. Also sadly what he's got looks like robe rags. ]
He looks over his shoulder at first, and well. You know. It's just human nature to glance at things that stand out, so he does end up seeing that and uh
what the fuck does that mean
but it's impolite so even though he's taken aback, he looks back up at her. Uh. What'd she say? ]
...Does it now. Looks like your front does as well.
[ He's not sure he wants to ask what his says but he'll test the waters first. Also sadly what he's got looks like robe rags. ]
...
[She looks down. Her face crumples.]
Fucking kidding me...
[Then both hands are on her head. She's looking to the sky. For guidance or maybe convenient rapture, she's not fussy.
After a long and agonizing sigh she drops hands and eyes alike, meeting his gaze dead on.]
We could talk about it. Take turns. Or ignore it. Your pick. [She grimaces.] You've got two von Dutches and a "fate", if that helps any.
[She looks down. Her face crumples.]
Fucking kidding me...
[Then both hands are on her head. She's looking to the sky. For guidance or maybe convenient rapture, she's not fussy.
After a long and agonizing sigh she drops hands and eyes alike, meeting his gaze dead on.]
We could talk about it. Take turns. Or ignore it. Your pick. [She grimaces.] You've got two von Dutches and a "fate", if that helps any.
[ Ah. Well. His expression closes up immediately like Camille'd just pulled a loaded gun on him.
But he seems to forcibly pull that down, easing. ]
...Your first suggestion doesn't sound very convincing when you looked for a second like you were wishing lightning would come down from the sky.
But he seems to forcibly pull that down, easing. ]
...Your first suggestion doesn't sound very convincing when you looked for a second like you were wishing lightning would come down from the sky.
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