☄ WEEK ONE | Rest stop | OTA [Kaz is cooking up some of the hunted meat while it's still fresh. There's not a lot of water, not enough to risk boiling for soup, so he's just cooking thin strips of it. Hoping that would get it cooked through (it's hard to tell on strange space animals). It's something useful to do and it's one of the things Miller is pretty good at.]
[Hunting seems like it would have been a good use of their time, a situation the dogs would be most useful for, but he keeps them around their resting spot. His excuse? They're good guards in the event of stalking predators. His real intention? He doesn't want to send Venom out to kill the potentially mild-mannered wildlife. Not that his former Boss couldn't do it but he's sure other people will, and they'll bring some back, and it's not worth the waste of energy and the additional weight on the situation.]
[He hopes that sad grizzled Disney Princess with a tragic ending listened to him when he was told to stick around with the dogs and watch the area.]
[Miller offers up some finished strips to someone standing nearby.] Do you know how many rations we managed to save after the crash? Most of what I came across was dehydrated. [Something that's not really useful right now.]
☄ WEEK THREE | settlement salvage | ota [Inside of someone's abandoned room, Miller finds a decent flashlight finally, along with their sporty exploration gear. Remnants of what might have been work or hobby. He leaves gloved finger-shapes in dust-covered surfaces as he looks around for anything. Old protien bars, a picture frame with the image of young friends making happy faces at a camera (he turns the thing face down as the owner is obviously no longer anywhere around to have it spark pleasant memories).]
[In a sitting room there's a small decorative shrine thing. Candles have melted over the edge of a shelf, left burning by whoever disappered.]
[It makes him wonder about the people absent on the ship as well. He needs to have a good sit-down with the captains, ask them more about people being gone. Because they sure as hell have left here, too (and with more angry Ingresses, it's rousing a sense of distress). His mind is preoccupied when he feels his foot catch something, the air suddenly filled with a harsh, too sweet scent.]
[He chides himself for not having noticed sooner. The room was too dark. They set up traps to stop whatever it was after them, didn't they? Of course they did. He wishes he knew what had went on here.]
[Well, he can't really think too much on it right then. He just ends up having to get out of the room quickly while the world spins around him, practically falling out the front door of the house and onto the ground. The odor follows him out, and he regrets not having brought Joy in with him. This is fine, though. He'll just take a moment to stay hunched there and catch his breath and try not to pass out.]
Kazuhira Miller
[Kaz is cooking up some of the hunted meat while it's still fresh. There's not a lot of water, not enough to risk boiling for soup, so he's just cooking thin strips of it. Hoping that would get it cooked through (it's hard to tell on strange space animals). It's something useful to do and it's one of the things Miller is pretty good at.]
[Hunting seems like it would have been a good use of their time, a situation the dogs would be most useful for, but he keeps them around their resting spot. His excuse? They're good guards in the event of stalking predators. His real intention? He doesn't want to send Venom out to kill the potentially mild-mannered wildlife. Not that his former Boss couldn't do it but he's sure other people will, and they'll bring some back, and it's not worth the waste of energy and the additional weight on the situation.]
[He hopes that sad grizzled Disney Princess with a tragic ending listened to him when he was told to stick around with the dogs and watch the area.]
[Miller offers up some finished strips to someone standing nearby.] Do you know how many rations we managed to save after the crash? Most of what I came across was dehydrated. [Something that's not really useful right now.]
☄ WEEK THREE | settlement salvage | ota
[Inside of someone's abandoned room, Miller finds a decent flashlight finally, along with their sporty exploration gear. Remnants of what might have been work or hobby. He leaves gloved finger-shapes in dust-covered surfaces as he looks around for anything. Old protien bars, a picture frame with the image of young friends making happy faces at a camera (he turns the thing face down as the owner is obviously no longer anywhere around to have it spark pleasant memories).]
[In a sitting room there's a small decorative shrine thing. Candles have melted over the edge of a shelf, left burning by whoever disappered.]
[It makes him wonder about the people absent on the ship as well. He needs to have a good sit-down with the captains, ask them more about people being gone. Because they sure as hell have left here, too (and with more angry Ingresses, it's rousing a sense of distress). His mind is preoccupied when he feels his foot catch something, the air suddenly filled with a harsh, too sweet scent.]
[He chides himself for not having noticed sooner. The room was too dark. They set up traps to stop whatever it was after them, didn't they? Of course they did. He wishes he knew what had went on here.]
[Well, he can't really think too much on it right then. He just ends up having to get out of the room quickly while the world spins around him, practically falling out the front door of the house and onto the ground. The odor follows him out, and he regrets not having brought Joy in with him. This is fine, though. He'll just take a moment to stay hunched there and catch his breath and try not to pass out.]