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thisavrou_log2016-12-31 12:29 pm
prorenataa) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-12-31 12:29 pm
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! ]
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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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.]
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They have practice enough in smiling in the face of bruises.]
Were you not interested in trying as well?
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[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!
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Chara hands them over, obliging as a humble servant must.]
Enjoy.
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[--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.]
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I think you almost lasted five entire seconds.
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[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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Just think of the headlines.]
Are you positive you would rather not invest in some sort of stabilizer?
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[Now it's just a challenge. Frisk gets up and tries one more time, and finally they've achieved something resembling stability. The first burst sends them straight up about three feet in the air, and between a very delicate handling of the throttle and a lot of windmilling arms, they manage to actually stay there for a few moments.]
S-see! I got it!
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Further applause, then, to signify the fact that this does, indeed, count as an achievement. Achievement unlocked!]
For how long will you get it?
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I bet I can carry you! D'you wanna try? I'll be really careful, promise!
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[The words are sedate and their chin is raised in a parody of someone with high standards, veiling their knee-jerk response to that offer in something crisp and falsely dramatic.
Better to play along than to ruin it.]
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[In comparison to Chara's lofty attitude Frisk's mighty pout seems even more childish than it really is, but they don't much care. A few more stuttering bursts out of the boots, and Frisk turns them off and lands with a heavy thud and small stumble.]
It'll be fun! I won't let you get hurt this time.
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[Here we are, of course. Ruining that lovely, nice thing that Frisk is enjoying, because they are simply like this. Unable to put their own comfort aside so that Frisk can have their fun. They are not about to be hoisted on anyone's shoulders or carried like a sack of potatoes, or held in any way, because the world is gentle and kind and careful with children like them.
Humans truly are selfish creatures.]
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Okay. ...how high d'you think I can get?
[Frisk.]
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Try and break the atmosphere, if you can.
[Only don't actually. Leave that to Chara. They can die screaming in the vacuum of space as their body undergoes the painful processes of explosive decompression! They can add that to their list of cruel and interesting deaths!
It'll be plenty Fun.]
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[They laugh, because it's a joke, of course. They never died once, so why would they start now, right?]
[Frisk plants their feet squarely apart, knees bent and braced for the shock, the tip of their tongue just peeking out as they stare up in concentration--]
[PCHOOOOO!!]
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...
[...man, they're really going aren't--ohp, there's the tumbling. At least it looks like they'll crash nearby.]
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Their smile freezes on their features for only a moment as they scramble, mentally, to calculate what sort of impact that collision may have on a measly 20 HP.
Perhaps more than is acceptable.
They anticipate the arc of their trajectory when they land, though they seem to be - externally, breathing, at least.]
Stabilizers, [they hiss between clenched teeth, smiling hard enough for their cheeks to ache with the stress of it.] I would invest.
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...m-maybe I do need 'em...
[It takes a moment for Frisk to start pushing themself back up, and they lift their head to look--not quite at Chara, but at least in their direction. Their vision is swimming a bit.]
Was fun, though.
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You're hurt.
[An absurdly stupid statement, inane in its obviousness, and yet - they excel, do they not, at stating the obvious!]
How bad is it.
[It's not a question so much as it is a command.]
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U-um...ten? No, 'm at eight. 'Ll be okay, 'm just kinda dizzy.
[An understatement, punctuated by a trickle of blood oozing out from under Frisk's hairline. They've scrapes all over their arms and face, and a bruise now starting to form on their forehead.]
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You're not okay. Tell me you have first aid in your PacDisc. Monster food. Something.
[If they came wholly unprepared -
They would. Would they not? Blindly falling upon every sword placed in front of them, trusting the world to either remove it or for it to be a sword worth falling upon. Even when there is little point in falling upon swords at all.]
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