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snowblindrpg2018-07-24 06:31 pm
motherserpent) wrote in snowblindrpg2018-07-24 06:31 pm
[network and log options] My charade is the event of the season
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Day 383 | @curiouschloride | text | My charade is the event of the season [open]
You are invited to
Mother Serpent's Winter BBQ!!
Moldy bunkers got you down? All work and no play in a shitty snowy hellscape? Join me outside the bunker tomorrow, day 384, for a day of food around the fire. Too busy exploring the bunker's glowing depths (please don't die doing that)? I'll bring food inside at the end of the day and it will be delicious but stone cold and that is your own damn fault.
Be there or be square.
Log Options:
Characters: Tess and bunkerfolks
Location: Outdoors, near the bunker entrance
Date: 383 (day and evening); 384 (daytime)
Summary: It's a cookout!
Warnings: None at present
[Day 383]
[Tess shows up at the bunker on the evening of day 383, where she stops by each of the safe rooms to spread the word. She literally goes around each room to ask people:]
Hey, did you see my thing? I'm going to make food tomorrow and you should eat it.
[Day 384]
[It's still too fucking cold outside and the sky has been spitting light snow on and off all day. It's warmer by the fire, though. The snow around the flames is slushy and there's an unfortunate lack of places to sit, but at least the air is somewhat warmer than the surrounding area. Tess's supplies are piled up nearby on top of a spare coat that will need drying out later, including a postal carrier's bag with a moderately grumpy feathered snake curled up inside.
Early in the day, the flames are high and there are few signs of any cooking happening as Tess tends the fire, looking a little bored. Later, when it burns down to coals, she gets to work wrapping the ingredients she'd cut up in the bunker the night before in packets of aluminum foil that she tucks among the coals. There's a large, abused-looking cooking pot planted in there as well, more foil over its top in place of a lid. It smells like fruit. The packets smell mostly like beef, potatoes, and bacon.]
Day 383 | @curiouschloride | text | My charade is the event of the season [open]
Mother Serpent's Winter BBQ!!
Moldy bunkers got you down? All work and no play in a shitty snowy hellscape? Join me outside the bunker tomorrow, day 384, for a day of food around the fire. Too busy exploring the bunker's glowing depths (please don't die doing that)? I'll bring food inside at the end of the day and it will be delicious but stone cold and that is your own damn fault.
Be there or be square.
Log Options:
Characters: Tess and bunkerfolks
Location: Outdoors, near the bunker entrance
Date: 383 (day and evening); 384 (daytime)
Summary: It's a cookout!
Warnings: None at present
[Day 383]
[Tess shows up at the bunker on the evening of day 383, where she stops by each of the safe rooms to spread the word. She literally goes around each room to ask people:]
Hey, did you see my thing? I'm going to make food tomorrow and you should eat it.
[Day 384]
[It's still too fucking cold outside and the sky has been spitting light snow on and off all day. It's warmer by the fire, though. The snow around the flames is slushy and there's an unfortunate lack of places to sit, but at least the air is somewhat warmer than the surrounding area. Tess's supplies are piled up nearby on top of a spare coat that will need drying out later, including a postal carrier's bag with a moderately grumpy feathered snake curled up inside.
Early in the day, the flames are high and there are few signs of any cooking happening as Tess tends the fire, looking a little bored. Later, when it burns down to coals, she gets to work wrapping the ingredients she'd cut up in the bunker the night before in packets of aluminum foil that she tucks among the coals. There's a large, abused-looking cooking pot planted in there as well, more foil over its top in place of a lid. It smells like fruit. The packets smell mostly like beef, potatoes, and bacon.]
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Titans, huh? We had a Titan problem back home. [He knows it's not the same but he bristles anyway.]
Time's weird here, too. Cause it was like more than a thousand fake-years for me? They weren't real but they were for a little while? It's weird.
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What kind of Titan problem?
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[He looks around to see if Gamora was nearby before lowering his voice.]
Really bad dude bent on trying to destroy half the universe. I mean, he came from a planet called Titan, so it's probably not the same deal as yours, but...y'know. Uncool.
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[She abandons any discussion of taking certain positions on mortals in favor of focusing on this Titan weirdness.]
Yeah, no, the Titans we're dealing with are, like...the elemental forces that make the world run? Can't live without them, except the Titans themselves are a bunch of dicks. So you fought an alien? I always wanted to meet aliens.
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That...sounds complicated. You can't just kill 'em?
Yeah, he's an asshole and an alien. [A pause and he sticks out his hand in an overly mock greeting.] Hi, nice to meet you, Tess. 50% of me, anyway.
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That's right, you are. A pleasure to meet you, ambassador. And no, we can't kill them. They are the elements; you kill the Titan of Light and there's no such thing as light anymore. That kind of thing. So we've been trapping them in the underworld, same as our parents did however long ago.
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[He shakes her hand with a grin, before going back to tearing up the squares of foil.]
Oh man, that really sucks and kinda not fair? Good luck trapping them, though.
[A beat.]
There's not like, a Titan of Traffic Jams or something like that you can kill off, is there?
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No, but I kind of wonder if the Titan of Arson is really someone we want around.
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