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 Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2020 2:46 am
Quote: Prompt 2: You need to eat. There are archaic cooking utensils and a well in the middle of town. There is an array of fruits, mostly apples, hanging from some trees, and there are several different types of berries that grow around the forest. There are unkempt gardens in a few of the houses, and a larger one with an array of crops that seem to be free for the taking, just by what seems to be an abandoned--locked--church. In some houses, and in a strange storage room in town, there seems to be unidentifiable dried meat. There are no packed or processed foods--only what nature permits. There are no animals to hunt. You can choose to eat any of such food, but at what cost? Are you fortunate enough to feel no effects? Are you struck with some toxic poisoning that fades after a bit? Do you feel rejuvenated, but at the cost of feeling incredibly paranoid and off? Food and effects are player choice, however should not grant any boosts in battle or extreme advantages into gameplay; if you have questions about what you can find or what effects it can have, please post in the MQ&A
As creative as Mauvians could be it was safe to assume that even they couldn't conjured food out of nothing, their space pockets weren't large enough and if they had once possessed the ability to render the inedible safe to do so then such technology had been lost to the ages. Just like every other individual in this small town, the Mauvian needed to eat and with this in mind she had padded out of her sanctuary this morning and began to explore what opportunities might be available.
...Not that she had quite worked out how she intended to cook anything and she certainly didn't like anything raw, but that was a bridge she'd cross later, even if it resulted in her giving wide eyed and imploring gazes to innocent bystanders.
With her tail bobbing just over some of the fallen debris near one house she wouldn't have been hard to pick out, but her immediate intentions would remain largely unclear until she'd been watched for at least a few more moments. In time though, any onlookers would realise that the bobbing tail was weaving its way towards the aged church and what appeared to be the remains of a crudely maintained garden. Eh, maybe it had been much more well maintained when people lived here and might even have looked rather impressive but right now it was safe to say that age had not been kind to it.
Her aim was simple though; she'd start fresh and then when she was feeling braver she'd experiment with the questionable meat that others had been managed to discover. Baby steps as it were, she might enjoy her food but she did know when she needed to take a slightly more measured and cautious approach to some things and right now she needed to approach this in much the same way that she did street food - could taste great but it didn't always end in a fairy tale!
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2020 10:27 pm
Monoceros had made his way to the church, himself. It had already been a long freaking day, for him. He was absolutely freezing in his stupid powered up outfit out here, and every day he hated nature with more and more passion. Passion that could be compared to the fiery burning of a thousand suns all going supernova at once. In fact, Monoceros would compare the freezing black holes left by all those supernovas to the extreme chill he felt in these thrice-damned woods. Which, to keep going with the stupid analogy, meant that the more he hated it, the more cold he felt, which was an absolutely miserable thought that he couldn't stand even more than the cold. Which really just kept looping him back through the same horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad, crappy, annoying, hellatiously miserable thoughts. He sighed to himself as he began to rummage through the rations that magically appeared in the church that morning. He needed to put together a lunch. Thankfully, there was firewood and things to cook with in the houses, at least, so he could cobble something together. It wouldn't be too hard; there was a very nice variety, he could make a plain veggie stew with some side fruits. Though... He eyed the mystery meats warily and curiously, ignoring the few people around him. He hadn't had the best experiences with mystery meats when he was at home, let alone in this strange world or plane of existence or dimension or whatever the hell this shitty, miserable place they were technically was, he didn't really care about a proper name for it. Anyway... The meats might be worth a shot, especially since his body was desperately craving protein and there weren't exactly any nuts that he could find anywhere to use for that. God, what he couldn't give for a good pound of pistachios right now. Ugh. He was almost drooling just thinking about it. He inhaled deeply and rubbed his temples, staring at his selection of foods and glancing back at the meats. His stomach growled and he frowned slightly. <******** it, my life can't get any worse," he muttered to himself, reaching out and grabbing a couple of handfuls of the mystery meat jerky things. At least he could try to do something with it. And pray that he wasn't killed by it. Or have diarrhea. Dying of dysentery or something was not a pleasant thought. Well, dying at all wasn't a pleasant thought either way, but still, he'd rather go peacefully in his sleep rather than some crazy s**t like dysentery.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2020 1:53 pm
If Namielle had been able to read minds it was safe to say that Monoceros's current mood would have made her smile. She knew of several thunderclouds in her own household and one in particular would have had a fairly similar opinion of their 'home'. In contrast, Namielle wasn't entirely at breaking point with this peculiar landscape that had decided they were obliged to stay here. She certainly wasn't convinced by any attempts to endear it to her, which included the rations, but she hadn't quite decided to burn everything to the ground just yet.
Nevertheless as she meandered towards the church, an activity that she had deemed mundane suddenly became much more interesting. It was indecent of her to find joy in the misery of others, but when it came to new faces and some of the decisions they seemed to make in her immediate vicinity, she simply couldn't help herself.
Monoceros was to be no exception, particularly when he uttered words in a tone that she was all too familiar with. Ah, with a peek over the fence she came to the conclusion that if she strapped another ten years on him he might be able to pull off a fairly decent impression of her own beloved senshi.
Well, he wasn't her senshi in an official capacity, but she had adopted him anyway.
"Oh I don't know," she cleared her throat as she took a seat on the fence and lifted her paw to dust down the fur on her chest. "I've been hearing rumours that these kind of things always go a little bit more south than people like," she admitted with a wry smile.
"But if it helps," she motioned to what he'd picked up. "Last few people I checked on managed to survive the night without too many unpleasant side effects from some of the more risky ingredients there," she reassured him.
A momentary pause.
"Although apparently someone lost feeling in their tongue for several hours and couldn't talk which might have been a blessing considering how appalling their mood was that evening," she conceded. "So if you don't mind that weird sensation then I don't think this will get any worse at the very least."
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2020 2:33 pm
Monoceros startled at the talking cat for a moment before relaxing. Right, he'd met one like her before, the one who'd given him his powers. Nothing much to worry about, he figured. "Well, good thing we're trapped here," he quipped, "If I wasn't able to talk back home, I'd probably not be able to do my job. Talking's kind of my thing." He shrugged slightly as he picked up a few more pieces to stuff them in the pot he was using to transport everything back to the house he was using. He didn't say what he was really thinking, at that point. This place encouraged a cloud of depression over him, to think things like Nobody would want to listen to me, anyway.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2020 3:49 pm
"Ah, so this place is basically the epitome of everywhere you'd hate," she nodded thoughtfully. "It's mine too," she admitted and took a seat on the fence as he worked on gathering up each ingredient he intended to use. He'd found a pot too, Shaowei had found a pot, were there just pots lying around everywhere she couldn't see or did they conveniently materialise in places without warning like everything else?
"You know I was in the middle of a raid and 'poof'," she threw her paws in the air. "One second I'm chilling out in my seat, next there's weird fog breaching my personal space and then I was here," she wrinkled her nose. "Gonna be honest for a setting like this I was hoping for something a little more interesting, even survival horrors have a bit more going on," she mused.
"This is basically just a really, really boring vacation," she groaned and rolled backwards, flopping on the fence with a dramatic and very gusty sigh.
"Now I know how kids feel when their parents say 'Oh but Namielle, just look at that scenery'!" she cried. "Well I can safely say I've seen all the scenery and it's pants," she mumbled before casting her gaze back towards the Senshi.
"You're a new face to me though, have you got a name or shall I give you one?" she asked with a wink.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2020 3:59 pm
Monoceros laughed at the Mauvian's dramatics, suddenly feeling much better with the funny cat-person around. "A raid? What game?" he asked excitedly, before registering that he'd also been asked questions and blushed bashfully. "Er, well, I'm Sailor Monoceros. Lovely to meet you, by the way. When the fog picked me up, I was walking home."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2020 4:32 pm
"Aha, so another Sailor," she smiled warmly and sat back up, dusting off her chest fur in the process. He had perked up and given the hint of excitement in that voice of his she had to assume that he might well have an interest in her little hobby, either that or he at least had some understanding of what he was referring to. Regardless the more positive tone was a welcome change and she was rather grateful her usual antics had served a purpose.
"Warcraft," she waved her paw and sighed. "See we were doing this achievement run where you have to be in this really specific set of gear and normally it's hard to persuade people to bother with that now because it's too 'hard'," she clucked her tongue softly.
"We were almost done and then I got stolen and thrown into Silent, Bloody Hill," she hissed.
"Except there are no creepy static radios or zombies here, zilch, nada -" she took a breath.
"Anyway, I suppose I'll just have to terrorise another set of wayward adventures to help me get it the next time and the next time I see some dumb fog coming through the window I'm just gonna turn the fan on and blow it back out again," she muttered.
"As you may have gathered I'm Namielle, but most just call me Nami, and it's lovely to meet you too even if we're both stuck in the lamezone right now."
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2020 12:40 am
God, Monoceros wanted nothing more than to chat about gameplay all day with Namielle, but he was pretty hungry and he had to at least get started on making food. "I'll come do it with you," he offered, "Once we're out of here, anyway. Uh, do you wanna chat while I start making food? Pretty hungry, heh. You can come with me to the house I'm using." "Though, that is a good idea, with the fan. With my luck, the wind would blow it back in."
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2020 4:20 pm
"Oh yeah, you play?" she perked up at the prospect of having someone who might be able to socialise with her without her keeping up the facade of total normalcy. Granted she was fairly certain that few of her team mates ever knew they were playing with a cat anyway, but having someone 'in' on it would have been nice and she couldn't rely on Athalia for that... it wasn't really his 'scene'.
"What are we aiming to make anyway?" she motioned to his pot and then gave him another wave to encourage him to head in the direction of whatever property he had identified as appropriate to live in. Maybe he'd have friends there, or potentially just a neighbour, but it was safe to say that it seemed like the vast majority of them had worked out how to function in this dystopian community.
"Simple soup, a roast, something a little less exciting?" she hazarded.
His mentioned of his luck though did make her wince, now that was something she could definitely relate to.
"Pretty sure that would happen to me too," she conceded and shook her head. "Maybe just sit in one of those big bubbles and build an isolation chamber instead."
All extreme, but genuinely, this had to be the most boring place she'd been stuck in a while.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2020 5:51 pm
"Yeah, I play. I play a lot of different things," he said, grinning, "I stream on Twitch, back home. But, uh, as for lunch?" He shrugged. "I don't rightly have any good ideas right now. I just want to make a little, since we don't have fridges or anything, and I don't want to make too much work for myself or make too much and have things go to waste. Dunno when the food magic might stop, after all."
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2020 7:00 am
"Oooh so you're one of the main twitch guys or is this more of a hobby thing?" she asked curiously. This wasn't something she was necessarily into, Let's Plays didn't hold her attention as much as simply playing the game, but she did at least appreciate that sometimes it was fun to see how well (or terribly) someone might actually do at a game you knew and loved!
...Plus, if some people could make a ton of money at it then who could blame them?
"Fair on the lunch front though," she admitted and pursed her lips. "It's probably easier when you're cooking for big groups as there's less waste, but knowing this place," she waved her paw around them. "You're probably right that it might pick a really crap time to let go of whatever magic it's using to preserve this stuff," she clucked her tongue.
"Just don't do a salad, they might look pretty but you need a little bit more meat on it...even if it isn't real meat," she mused.
"Maybe some proper, hearty potatoes?"genovianprince Sorry, work caught me out and gave me an a** beating. Lots of incoming bits and pieces that kept preventing me from tagging. T___T
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2020 9:28 pm
"I mean... I wouldn't call myself a main twitch guy, by any means. I'm not like... Jacksepticeye, or Pokimane, or any of them. I just... do my thing, and some people like it." He shrugged slightly, biting his lip. "Popular enough to count it as a job, anyway. Which is nice." "Taters is good, precious," he said in the most growling, Gollum-like voice he could summon before dissolving into giggles. Epine de Rose no worries! s**t happens!
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2020 7:08 am
"You don't have to be huge to be successful," she pointed out with a wave of her paw as they continued back towards the town. "If it's enough to make a living on then I'd consider that to be a success and you should be considered one of those 'twitch guys'," she stated without the slightest hesitation. If she could reveal she was a cat then it was highly likely she might have gotten away with making millions on that site, but she'd much rather have stayed alive.
...Plus, she had that poor senshi to pay for everything now, right?
"I have a food blog," she said after a moment and waggled her brows. "So I know a lot about potatoes and you best treat them with respect," she warned teasingly. "Maybe I can write a vague review of your creative dish after this and post it, something for the seasonal period with a story of hauntings that basically no one will believe."
She paused.
"Maybe it'll be popular and I can become a novelist, or it might crash and burn and I'll be told not to quit the day job," she grinned.
"But I'll decide how positively inspired I am after I've sampled a piece, eh?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2020 7:32 pm
Monoceros nodded. "That's fair. I guess you can call me Twitch Guy, then." He snickered slightly, grinning. "Not making fun of 'em, promise," he said swiftly, "they're such a versatile food object. Roasted, baked, fried, boiled, mashed, stewed!" He sighed happily. "You can do whatever you want, I can't stop you," he replied with a shrug, "I don't see why you can't be novelist, either, without being a food blogger first. I mean, if you enjoy it, cool, but you don't have to be to jumpstart a novelist career."
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2020 3:51 am
"I'll be honest with you, I never really think that far ahead," she tapped her forehead. "I leave the big braining and grand schemes to the insane one back at the house," she admitted. That wasn't to say she didn't have plans, but when it came down to it Namielle didn't really aspire to anything great and if you asked her what she'd be up to in five years she probably wouldn't know.
It was Orias who had the big schemes, the grand plans and ultimately pursued 'greatness', she on the other hand liked the simple things in life and this afternoon that meant potatoes.
"Either way let's get this show on the road, we got some food to make, sample and then potentially regret later on during the day," she smirked as she quickened her pace back towards the town. "We only have so many hours in the day and given the creepers will come out eventually, we might as well make sure we have time to enjoy what you make, you know?" she finished.
If she caught any of her own family on the way back she'd let them know where she was, but she'd found a friend and he could cook. She'd stick around for a while and get to know him, or rather she'd stick around as long as she was welcome. For now though, they had food to cook and only so much time in the day, the small talk could wait until they were back where the utensils were and they could do both at the same time...genovianprince Good place to close out for now so they can cook and relax? n_n
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