[OPEN] Philadelphia Prompts

[unsealthecatbox]

Who: Ange Ushiromiya + You
What: Researching alchemy / Getting ready to leave
Where: L-Space / Wawa
When: During the day at Philadelphia
Warnings/Notes: None


I 

[To Ange, the events at Weathertop were both a fiasco and a wake-up call. It's not like she had an idyllic image of how the quest would go or anything like that, but she hadn't realized how much trouble she'd be in. Guts and luck will only take you so far and she knows it. That's why she has taken the decision to try to get a handle on those so-called alchemy skills she now has. She has no idea how they'll be useful, but she has to try. The L-Space books seem like the best chance. Ange is sitting there, with a pile of books and browing them with attention] 

Is this what my grandfather used to study...? 

[For a moment she can imagine her grandfather reciting that strange language, and trying to craft a spell. Better start working. Spell-weaving is a concept that gets her attention. Using the magic of her companions she may be able to do something truly powerful. She'd have to find out what others can do, first. She's trying to decide what to focus on first, if going deeper into weaving or into crafting. When someone comes nearby, she asks them:] 

Do you have any magic spells?

[II 

They're going to be on the road at some point, so they better be prepared. Carrying a bag of water over her shoulder to Weathertop left her sore, not because of lack of strength, but because of how uncomfortable that was. To try to make it easier to carry provisions, she got a messenger back from Ross, and is now looking through Wawa to find the few water bottles that aren't expired yet] 

Do you usually have trouble getting supplies along the way? 

[She's trying to judge how much to carry and how much space she should leave available. Better have some foresight, after all!].

Comments

[wherenoonegoes]

We've hiked a total of two trails at this point, so I can't really say for sure. Judging from what we know about this place, with it being formed from pieces of other worlds, our ability to find supplies might go from easy to extremely hard and back again pretty quickly.

[Hiccup fiddles with a bottle of water he's found, playing with the plastic.]

What is this container made out of, anyways? I've never seen anything like it.

[unsealthecatbox]

In other words, we're going to improvise at some point no matter what. That may not go well -- nobody can expect someone like me who hasn't spent not even a day in the wilderness before arriving here to know what to do in some situations.

[Common sense only takes you so far, and although Ange has a lot of common sense, she lacks experience. That's where she's going to have trouble. Not planning to be deterred by her inexperience, she takes a couple bottles of water and slings the bag over her shoulder, looking around to see if there was anything else that could be of use]

...plastic? Pretty common thing, it's everywhere...except in your world, apparently. What kind of place is your home?

[wherenoonegoes]

The 11th Century has been a fairly good answer so far. So has "I'm a Viking."

[Being clad in extremely well-made leather armor had also helped people peg him as being pre-plastic. Or possibly a LARPer, but nobody had made that assumption yet.]

Good thing about being in a group is that there's enough different so that nobody has to know how to do everything. You're going to need to learn how to survive in the wilderness eventually, but there's a safety net here until you do.

[unsealthecatbox]

...that explains a lot. It may be for the better we're not in a functional modern city. I had never met someone from the past, but I imagine it would have been difficult to try to get used to modern concepts like...plastic.

[There has to be a word for that. Culture shock? Maybe not. At least with a broken and abandoned city like this one you're not surrounded and overwhelmed by a lot of modern things]

I'll learn. Adaptability is something I consider myself good at.

II

[greyerrant]

Unfortunately, that's been my experience thus far. [ Loken smiles at her bag, though. Good thinking, salvaging that.]

Without a working enhancement to my stomach, such as I used to have, my ability to consume rotted or otherwise damaged material is the same as that of a normal mortal, so food has been an issue, and I expect it to remain so. But water is a priority, as you are aware. We can always hunt game.

[unsealthecatbox]

Hunting...I suppose that's unavoidable. [She can't imagine herself trying to hunt some deer or fishing from rivers, but looks like she'll have to learn fast. Boy is she going to return home with a lot of new outdoors survival skills] Do we have...shotguns or anything like that? Or will we have to sneak and attack our prey with those large swords you're all carrying around?

[greyerrant]

No, we don't have any firearms. Which is unfortunate, as firearms are part of my chosen fighting methodology.

[ He shakes his head a bnit ]

Swords aren't hunting weapons. In many ways they are the best compromise for an infantry weapon, but their utility outside of a fight is low. What we can do is make snares from twine and wood, and catch small game in that manner.

[unsealthecatbox]

That should work. [She's already picturing traps and the such. Could work!] And then comes cooking. I'm not experienced at cooking, but I know enough to not cause mass poisoning among us.

[greyerrant]

Then your food preparation skills far outstrip mine. We generally had menials do such things for us, as we were busy practicing or actually fighting.

[ He runs his hand through his hair, and rumbles. ]

I suppose in this circumstance I should probably learn.

[unsealthecatbox]

...I guess you could learn from watching me do it, if you want. As long as you don't distract me much, I don't mind your presence.

[Ange isn't welcoming at all, but she's not going to push people away for no reason.

They're all in a group here, after all]

I warn you all I know is just enough to keep myself alive, so don't expect anything impressive.

[greyerrant]

I can be very quiet and attentive, if asked.

[ Loken could probably stand guard for 24 hours making no more noise than breathing, if called upon to do so. ]

I don't expect to do anything other than to figure out how to make food edible. And you've assured me you can do that.

[unsealthecatbox]

That said, I'm not sure I feel like making it free. [Usually she wouldn't demand such things, but since she's in dire need of learning anything if it means surviving...] What could you teach me in exchange?

[greyerrant]

I could teach you to fight, or how to trap small game, if those would be acceptable. I was primarily a warrior before this, so most of my skills are martial in nature, or simply don't apply. I don't exactly see many ground cars or skimmers around for us to drive, for example.

[unsealthecatbox]

Fighting... [She considers that for a moment] That could be worth giving it a try...I consider myself nimble, but I don't know anything about fighting.

[greyerrant]

Leave that to me. I've trained neophytes in the basic arts of warcraft for many years as Captain of the 10th company, Luna wolves. It would be my honor to pass on some of what I know.

[unsealthecatbox]

Thank you. [She sounds pleased, even if her face doesn't show it] I'll try not to make it too much of a pain for you. I know I can be somewhat difficult to deal with.

[greyerrant]

I exist to serve humanity. You present no more difficulty than most to work with.

[ He also seems pleased, though his face shows little. ]