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With one ingredient down off of the list, Alex was feeling fairly confident that this was going to be the easiest task he had been set to yet. Who knew more about finding food then a zombie, after all? Setting the jar of murky water down at his feet, Alex reached back to dig the rumpled and dirty list from his back poket, pulling it out and smoothing it down to squint at the barely legible scrawl.

Something on the list stuck out to him more then anything else. Edible rocks? What the jack was an edible rock? How on Halloween could a rock possibly be edible?? Shaking his head, his mop of soft white and black hair tousling even more so, he shoved the paper back into his pocket and peered around, forhead wrinkled in a frown.

Well, there were some rocks just over there, but they certainly didn't look like something Alex would ever consider food. He shuffled off towards them in any case, bending down once he was near enough to do so and lifting one up. Some long, strange insect with what looked to be a million legs darted down a hole beneath the rock when Alex exposed it to the light of day, and the zomboil shuddered a little.

So many legs. So unnatural.

The rock itself felt like a normal rock. It wasn't soft or squishy in any way, and it was colored no differently then any other rock he could see lying around. Were all rocks in famine edible? Possibly. How was the zomboil to know? Lifting it up to his nose, he took a small sniff, breathing in it's aroma and testing it's scent to see if it might at least smell edible.

It...actually smelt quite a bit like he imagined a rock aught to smell like. Earthy and damp, and possibly faintly metallic. Well, whatever, a rock was a rock and if this one was edible, so be it. He gathered up several, depositing whatever he could fit into his front pockets.

Ingrediant: Murky Water, Edible Rocks.

With rocks acquired, Alexander suddenly realized that he had left his jar of water still sitting near the bank of the oasis, and was forced to turn back to go and get it. His feet squelched in the muddy sand of the bank, leaving the imprint of both regular and skeletal foot prints behind him as he trudged his way back to the glass jar. Upon his arrival, there were suddenly several strange looking creatures walking along the shore towards him. They looked almost reptile like, and he raised his eyebrows, wondering what they might be doing and of course, instantly worried that they might breathe fire.

With this thought firmly in mind, Alex hurriedly bent down to retrieve his glass jar, then straightening up to begin backing away from the creatures that were glaring towards him balefully, as though he had just done something to piss them all off.

Suddenly a thought struck him. Were these the Salamanders that were listed on the piece of paper that was handed to him? It was highly possible, and not improbable, so he stopped his backing away, and watched them curiously as they continued to waddle towards him. He was still feeling fairly apprehensive, but at least they were moving at a ridiculously slow pace, one that even the zomboil could out maneuver (or at least, that's what he told himself). But what could he use to try and capture them with? That was the real question of the moment, and only one thing popped into Alex's mind, though he could almost hear the lecture he might be getting from Yin if the weremantis were here to witness what he was about to do.

Bending down, Alex unsnapped one of the bones from his lower left leg, which really rendered the entire thing quite useless but he was confident he could hop/drag it behind him and possibly still get away from the salamanders if things turned dangerous. Again, he was reminded of Yin, and the promise he had made to the other boil about how he would not take any unnecessary risks, or put himself in any dangerous situations that he could avoid.

Well....Yin wasn't here, and what he didn't know, couldn't hurt him! With a grim smile, Alex awaited the oncoming swarm, armed and ready to take them down. Well, at least, take two of them down, since he figured that would be enough to meet his quota.

Luckily enough, they only came at him one at a time, and it was a simple matter of bashing each one on the head before it could get too close. Scooping them up, he quickly reattached the bone in his leg and began to back away, a sense of elation at managing to get three of the items on his list so easily filling the zomboil as he made his way back towards the pit.

Once he had managed to hobble towards the edge, he sat down, this time opting to slide to the bottom on his own terms. The sand flew up into his face as he skidded to a halt near the bottom, and he was forced to put down his things to shake out his hair and wipe down his clothes before gathering them up to place in the storage area.

With his task completed, Alex saluted the teacher, who once again appeared to be nothing more then a pile of rags on the ground. Positive that she likely did not even see him, he made his slow and arduous climb back up the pit, eager to get back inside and out of the jack blasted heat.

Ingredients: Murky Water, Edible Rocks, Very Angry Salamanders.

Sheridan eyed the rat he had caught with a snort of distaste. It wasn't that he minded killed for food, or that he had any objections to eating animals or those that were whole and/or raw (he ate fish that way often), it was the fact that it had fur. He really didn't like eating things with fur. Maybe he wouldn't have to eat whatever it was he was meant to cook with this...

Shoving the rat in his bag (what you thought he was going to put it in his -pocket-? Jack no), he walked onward, searching the desert sands for the next ingredient on the list. He scanned down the list as he walked, stopping in his steps as his eyes fell on the unexpected ingredient of rocks. Rocks? Really? Who ate rocks? He supposed they may have contained certain minerals, but how on earth did one get the minerals -out- of the rocks?

Shaking his head, he bent down to get a closer look at the sands under his feet. He spotted several rocks a few paces away, they didn't seem especially unusual, not much different from the surrounding sands. Maybe he just didn't see it

(( Ingredient 1: sand rat
ingedient 2: edible rocks ))

This was indeed different from War, very different. Holly waited and stood as the rest of the other students gathered. The ghoul scoffed softly as the teacher spoke. Cooking with famine, um what? That had to be some kind of joke. What would they be cooking exactly. She spoke soundly though, never trust others, especially if you lived in a desolate place like this.

So they just had to collect ingredients? Shouldn't be terribly hard at all. Holly studied the paper before going off.

So off she went to wander around a desert to find ingredients to make food. Sure she didn't need to eat like the teacher had mentioned but it was good to know this kind of stuff. After a few minutes she came across a small oasis. There seemed to be a small group of salamanders there. Holly approached them, they snapped angrily at her. So she waited and studied them for a moment. Eventually she was able to pick off one of the slower ones. Holly received a very angry salamander.

The Isle of Conquest was an oddity. But believable, and she could relate to it. She was used to the buildings, how arrogant and puffed-up the clansmen were. But here? Qlue craned her head around, trying to make sense of the lack of civilization around her. It was so dry, so dusty and barren that it reminded her strongly of home.

Except then the teacher spoke and handed them a paper. Qlue stared blankly at it. "Did she just say craft a meal?" She muttered, more to herself than anyone nearby.

Upon being dismissed, Qlue shook her head and lashed her tail, sulking before departing to forage.



The warmth and barren landscape soon settled Qlue's nerves, placing her into a pleased state of mind. She was even more pleased when she noticed a sand rat that had not yet noticed her.

One pounced and a quick bash later, and Qlue acquired her first ingredient.

(( Qlue is in Famine according to the signups! ))

And then Holly decided to wander for a bit. She couldn't find any of the other things listed on the list. Well she didn't want to get more salamanders because the entire balance of her eventual dish would be off. She needed one more thing. So the ghoul wandered around and eventually came upon a grouping of rocks. Now rocks she couldn't use at all for the dish. Ew. That would seriously be disgusting. Nor not very edible.

Luckily near the rocks she found a cluster of wasteland flowers and decided that was a decent enough ingredient. Holly took her three items back to where the teacher was and stored them for the following day. Now to explore some more.


[roll 1, very angry salamander
roll 2, creeping spines]

Having gathered the water, even if it was a bit... less than pristine, Luidaeg headed to a promising location for his second ingredient. Creeping spines... supposedly they could be found on the large succulents, of which he could see a cluster slightly to the east of the oasis where he'd gotten his water. They were actually the most edible looking thing around, other than a few odd animals, and he plucked a few particularly ripe looking spines; or at least the ones that looked what he thought ripe spines might look like. He was really more of a seaweed kind of guy.


[Ingredients: Murky Water, Creeping Spines]