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Barter Bazaar!

Who: The entire CREW! [ Open ]
When: A day sometime after the holiday bash thrown by the captains
Where: The Medical Tent
What: An opportunity for swapping resources
Warnings: N/A But if a thread takes a turn, let me know and I'll edit

As described in this OOC post, one morning the captains will send out handwaved messages to the crew, old and new alike. New crew members will be offered a pacdisc of their own with some starter goodies that they can choose to keep or work on trading with their fellow crew.

Established crew members will be encouraged (but this is not an order) to arrive at the Medical Tent at a handwaved time with any extra items they have which they might be willing to trade out.

Also as mentioned on Discord, players/characters can have scavenged some items from the settlements and caves.

Come and trade! Or just come and watch/take the opportunity to meet some new faces. There will be a table set up with freshly prepared purple deer meat and clean (aka not-purple) water available. Sorry, alcohol is BYOB, but certainly welcome!

If you have any questions, please direct them to the OOC post. Otherwise, enjoy!

Also, just for some IC setting flavor:

[ As it had been for a couple of days now, the medical tent stood set up and ready to receive anyone who decided to take the captains up on their offer. Some of the pacdiscs were inside, ready to hand out to the new arrivals or those individuals could have picked them up directly from the captains themselves.

Either way, the cots of the med tent had been pushed back to the edges, gotten out of the way but also providing places to sit. There were also some crates and other sturdy looking cabinets for sitting on as well, why the hell not. Maybe be a little careful as some of those cabinets might be on casters. Please no rolling around the medical tent! But if you do sit on one of those cabinets and end up 'bucked off' people are probably going to point and snicker.

On one side of the tent a table had been set up with freshly bbqed purple deer meat and some sides. The sides were obviously canned goods but they were there for a change of pace. Fresh water, untainted by purple-ness, was also set up in large containers at the end of the table. There was plenty to have and also plenty to be bottled up in individual containers and packed away.

There were also glasses and cups sitting ready for water ... or you know ... if anyone had brought the hard stuff! ]

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Oh! Um.

[Fisk flushes a little, glancing up to Chara and then back to the boots.]

They're rocket boots. Th' captains used t' give out gifts a lot, I guess 'cuz it all fell outta th' Ingress an' they didn't really need it? This was one of my first ones, but I got in trouble usin' 'em in th' cargo bay.

[Right, okay, the only words Chara hears in that meandering sentence is rocket boots. Trouble? Who gives a damn about trouble? Chara's in a mess of trouble just for existing. Not like they could be punished even more for it!

Chara's lips peak up in a delighted smile.]

I don't see a cargo bay around here anywhere. Do you?

[Frisk is a little surprised Chara isn't taking the chance to rib them for their misbehavior, but considering they're still a little sore it happened in the first place they're not about to comment.]

I...well, no. You wanna try them out?

[Frisk is already grinning, stuffing the PacDisk into their pocket and hopping up to their feet. Previous trouble aside, flying was FUN. It was only that Frisk had forgotten the boots were there that had kept them from using them.]

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[Why rib them for misbehavior when they could simply corrupt them into further troublemaking? Chara's parasitic influence knows no bounds, truly.]

What did you have in mind? One for each of us, and we hop on one foot?

[They propose it very evenly, as simply as one might wonder if it's advisable to take a left or right fork in a road.]

[The mental image comes together in their head all too easily and they snort, doubling over with giggles and shaking their head.]

I don't think that'd even work! It's so hard t' balance even with both on!

[Maybe it would, if they held eachother for stability, but that's a pretty big 'if'.]

I was just gonna say we take turns. Or maybe one of us could try carrying th' other?

You plan to have me rocket-boot piggy-back your way back into space?

[Their tone is one of perfect innocence - encapsulated, of course, by their pink-cheeked smirk. They can just picture the headline now.]

I'll be sure to request that See you, Space Cowboy be printed on your obituary.

[Another fit of giggles, and this time Frisk sticks their tongue out at Chara.]

Noooo, that's not what I meant! We couldn't breathe if we got up there, anyway! But flyin' around t' get a better look at this place would be fun!

That is what we call an added bonus.

[Death by explosive decompression. It sounds positively horrifying. They'd love to try it sometime.]

Are we to decide who goes first by coin-toss, or are we to succumb to an old-fashioned brawl?

[Of course you would, Chara. Of course you would.]

No, you can go first. I already had a try with them before.

[Only fair, right?]

[Some say hobbies are essential to a healthy enjoyment of life. While Chara's general progression through life (for a loose definition of "life," ha!) has been far from enjoyable, one cannot say they lack a hobby. Some people collect buttons, and others collect stickers. Still others err on the side of the bizarre, and collect toenail clippings.

Chara collects cruel and unusual deaths. One day, maybe one of them will even stick.]

If you insist.

[Putting a destructive and volatile child in charge of a destructive and volatile tool that they have never used before and have no means of mastering immediately?

Why, that's a wonderful idea!

They oblige, setting about buckling the boots on.]

[Hey, it only took Frisk like...two hours to figure out the basics on their own. And bruised themself up really badly in the process, but that's not important.]

[Putting the boots on is the easy part, of course. Once Chara has everything buckled securely Frisk takes a step back, giving them room for their first take-off. The grin on their face is just getting bigger by the second.]

There's little button-things on th' inside at your toes, you push on those t' make th' rockets go.

Should I ask how one brakes?

[Whoops, they've already depressed the button. Chara abruptly shoots upward like a rapidly-deflating balloon, their lack of balance twisting them in loops and bends that have them reassessing the meaning of cardinal directions in a matter of seconds.

Minutes, possibly. Who can tell? Time is an insubordinate little thing even when it's not passing in years-long chunks while a child slumbers in the soil.

One thing they can say for certain, however, is that impacting the ground is marginally less painful when one's fall is cushioned by flowers.

They manage to tuck and roll before anything breaks, but there's a fresh coat of bruises along their shoulders and scrapes down their arms.]

You just--

[The rest of the sentence is cut off by Chara's sudden launch, and Frisk yelps and falls back squarely onto their behind, dumbly watching their Partner tumble through the sky like a child's bottle rocket.]

[The shock wears off and Frisk runs after Chara with a shout, calling up to them as loudly as they can with frantic bits of advice, but of course it goes unheard. They aren't quite fast enough to keep up completely, so when Chara falls to the earth Frisk has to rush over to the other child.]

Chara! Are you okay, are you hurt?!

[Oh jeez, they shouldn't have suggested this, this was such a bad idea, there was a reason Toriel got so mad last time--!]

[Chara is smiling, very wide and bright, which clearly means everything is absolutely fine. They're definitely the one in control here! Right, and the rockets haven't shut off yet, so they're bracing themself for the inevitable shock of pain to their ankles when they're sent launching into the stratosphere.

Despite their imminent rocket-fueled implosion - or perhaps because of it - Chara's voice is perfectly clear as they call out, enunciating the words quite well for someone shouting over the hiss of burning oxygen.]

Brakes, Frisk.

[If anything, that manic smile makes Frisk even more nervous--with Chara that could mean any number of things, from incredible pain to murderous rage to actual honest glee. Or even all three at once, when things feel like getting really interesting.]

Let it go again! It's--they're like those sliding light switches!

[Frisk closes the last of the distance and holds out a hand to Chara, ready to try and act as a physical anchor should the boots send them rocketing off again.]

[That analogy is lost on a mind overly preoccupied with not being sent sailing off into the air at Mach undefined. Not that it'd be an awful way to go. Maybe this time it would stick, ha ha!

Their extremities are having some technical difficulties arranging themselves in the positioning Chara would prefer, but they've never been one to enjoy being trapped in this awful flesh suit prison thing. It's woefully inadequate and useless at the best of times, especially now. It speaks to their ability to keep their impressive composure under pressure - or perhaps simply to their ability to locate their feet and then each individual toe subsequently while trying to maintain their horribly skewed balance - that they manage to follow instructions with a minimum of additional bruising.

The boots stutter off.

And Chara lands.

They land on their back, heavily, but continue smiling serenely at the ceiling while the boots hum their discontented cooldown, smoke still coiling away from the soles.]

I feel obliged to suggest, [they say evenly, their voice pitched higher and thinner as the breathlessness threatens to break up the words,] that you invest in a stabilizer.

[Not two seconds after Chara lands is Frisk kneeling on the ground beside them, worrying and fretting as they look them over for any sign of serious injury. They definitely took a few bad knocks, but...]

I-I dunno where t' even get one...

[This was a bad idea. It was such a horrible idea, Chara could have broken a bone or cut themself open hitting the rocks or even worse--they should have shown Chara how they work first, told them more, gotten a rope or something to help steady them or...or something!]

Are you okay?

[Bruises, bumps, scrapes - certainly nothing out of the ordinary. Simple enough to shrug aside. They've plenty of practice in the doing of it.]

Perfectly.

[They lurch to their feet in an abrupt press of motion that is far from fluid, and leaves them rather - disconcertingly lightheaded for a moment. They almost wince - almost. But it is a temporary moment, and it soon passes.]

That was bracing.

[Frisk startles slightly, standing and holding out a hand to help steady Chara--though they aren't surprised when their partner doesn't take it. They sigh, picking at one of their sleeves with one hand.]

Scary, more like. Are--you still want t' try again?

[Maybe they can go back to the trading party thing, see if anyone has something that could help keep Chara stable on their next attempt.]

[A moment, if you please, Frisk. Their eyes shutter briefly, and they give their head a firm shake. The smile is instinctive, even as their vision still clouds.

They have practice enough in smiling in the face of bruises.]

Were you not interested in trying as well?

Yeah! But I didn't know if you wanted t' stop now or not.

[They can recognize a request when they see it, even if the source would deny it as anything but. They still want to give Chara a chance to fly on their own, but maybe they'll accept a piggy-back ride for now.]

[Assuming Frisk can remember how to balance, of course.]

Here, lemme put 'em on, then!

[Getting the things off is a simple enough feat, even as they keep their expression schooled into the smile that is so typical of them. A supreme lack of caring, an utter indifference. They are above, such things, clearly.

Chara hands them over, obliging as a humble servant must.]

Enjoy.

[Frisk's gaze lingers on Chara's face for a few moments, their head cocked to the side, before they smile faintly and sit down to get the boots on. It doesn't take long, and Frisk hops back up to their feet before--]

[--hesitating. Just for a moment, of course. They've used the boots before, and they only came away with a few bruises! ...and some HP gone.]

[...it's fine, why are they so nervous?]

O-okay. Um...

[Frisk gnaws on their lip, and locates the button before tapping it. The boots ignite, and Frisk is launched over Chara's head in a triple forward flip before landing heavily on the ground, complete with startled yodeling accompaniment.]

[10/10, A+, kiddo.]

[Exceptionally graceful, truly. Chara takes the moment to applaud, a polite slow clap that is not, in essence, terribly polite at all, at the sheer brevity of Frisk's attempt to operate said boots in a slightly more dignified manner.]

I think you almost lasted five entire seconds.

...ow.

[Frisk pushes themself back up and touches their nose gingerly, wincing but finding nothing actually out of place. A bit of blood, but not enough to be any concern.]

It's been a while! I just gotta figure it out again 's all.

[Getting back up onto their feet, Frisk brushes themself off and turns back around, watching the boots as they tap the button even lighter this time. This time the launch upward is only a few feet, and Frisk actually manages to catch themself and hover for a few seconds before flipping over and landing hard on their back.]

Whoah--!

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