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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
Several days since the twos first meeting, Thierry was now happy to (privately) call Glen his new human! He'd met the smaller man, (full human, he reminded himself) after the other had stumbled into his hiding place a few days ago, sick and in need of care, which Thierry was all too happy to give, he was very good at it after all, having left his other human back in their little home in the other city, and not the terrifying quiet city he and his new human were in. Once Glen had recovered somewhat, he and Thierry finally exchanged names and some of their identities with one another, he really wasn't sure how the whole 'i'm actually a very fluffy, handsome, talking cat' thing would go down right now, so he left it out, and simply said he was going to a halloween party at the time of his being stolen away. He firmly did not mention that he had no idea what a party was, but had heard the words together before. Glen in turn had told him about his tumble into this strange place ("You cook!?" "Yeah, do you not? Please tell me you do.") Though he seemed mildly annoyed as he told Thierry this, like he was a tad bitter about something. Ah well, that was the past now, as he told his small human, and once they had crossed the hurdles of story time, and the coughing and sneezing on Glen's part, they were left with one simple dilemma; neither had ate in what was clearly days, and both desperately needed the energy, meaning they needed to head outside. They looked nervously at the door, then one another, before heading out, each armed with a bag, and a fire poker a piece they found, both honestly rather convenient. As they both looked around, they couldn't both help but notice that the village, the world, while appearing dreary and dead, seemed to at least sustain some sort of life. Thierry inspected the crops he saw in wonder, excited he could reach the corn, While Glen observed the berry bushes, clearly suspicious. "Do you think literally any of this is safe?" The blond asked, turning to his taller ally. The other man was clearly, strangely, invested heavily in the crops, ignoring Glen completely. He sighed, whatever, and continued looking, noting with concern and distrust that as he explored, he was approaching the center of town, from where he could see more convenient items, this time for cooking. He really really did not like any of this, and though to tell Thierry such, but he was now completely enraptured by...tomatoes? The hell? "Dude, what the hell are you doing? Picka few, and lets go see about drying them up." And that was clearly the right thing to say, somehow, for the odd taller man turned to him, purple eyes sparkling in delight. "We can do that!? Just, you can cook em up for me!? My other hu---friend is so bad at that!" Yeah...okay, Glen was tucking THAT away for later. For now he just glared until the other picked a few ripe tomatoes, heading over to him and to the square, where he took note of the cookery as well. "I suppose towns just don't have this stuff everywhere normally?" Glen shook his head. "Not really, but I guess we have to trust it." and took the vegetables, and fruits they gathered and set to work making...something, definitely nothing with a name, that was for sure, except the fried tomatoes.
Once it was all ready, the two ate, enjoying the calm and quiet between the two, at least until..."Mreow!" The orange haired man exclaimed, and Glen knew something was the ******** up then. "The hell was that!?" "Reowhat?" ":That!? The meowing!?" Thierry frowned, he didn't meow. "I'm not meowing." Glen frowned as well, backing up. "Yes, you are, the hell is that?" Thierry was getting a bit concerned, Glen seemed sweaty, like he was sick, and in fact, Thierry himself felt off. "I'm not sure what your hearing, but your working up a sweat doing it, and im feeling kinda nauseous meself." He told the shorter man. Glen wound down then, noting his kinda allies palour was a bit paler, he could see more freckles popping up. He decided to try and calm down, for the moment. He Grabbed Thierry's hand, leading him, a bit slowly, he really was hot and tired now, back to the house. "Fine, we'll sleep again, but after, I better find out what the hell is up." Thierry simply nodded, and the two headed back for a long sleep, unaware theyd forget certain, vital parts of the day.
