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This rp takes place a day or so after [Order Camp ORP]-Sugar for my Honey (Syrma/********* hadn't forgotten the suggestion from the WildOne, being a good one, and once his duties were done for another spell Thraen powered down on entering the maincamp to make his way to a familiar patchwork dwelling place with its overbuilt lean-to-ish shed structure that was perpetually in a state of 'how is it standing?' and 'is that safe?' It was where Oddy spent sleeping hours, at least. The hour was stupid o'clock in the morning, with the sun not yet even greying the purple skies. It was a little chill, telling of autumn trying to arrive over the regular blister of summer.

Quenton crouched by the so called door to the place and rapped a knuckle on it softly. Then called in graveled voice, "Odysseus? Oddy?"

He hazarded opening the little door just enough to fit his own hand, the cup he carried full with herbal forest-foraged tea, and wrist- a peace offering and hope that the scent of brisk and hot something might entice wakefulness. He'd never known Oddy on caffeine to be a good idea, and he didn't personally find any coffee plants just sitting around out in the forest to be able to use in peace offerings.

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SO LATE ON THIS. SORRY.
scavenge mission/asking about honey extractor with Oddy and Quenton

Quenton pushed the hot campmug into the hands as soon as they were done rubbing, "Good morning, glory. "

"It has been a while. Three things- Syrma found a wild bee hive and harvested honey from it, which is drip draining. But for the future, do you think you could engineer an extractor of some sort? And if we want to domesticate some of the bees and form colonies from that one in the spring to take with us if the camp moves, we'll be wanting a 'mobile', carry-able hive structure for the bees to live in."

He paused to let that sink in. If he's awake enough, he'll catch that was only two and then I can go on. Otherwise most of this will go off into half-remembered dream and need repeating.

He sleeps hard, for working hard. It really is too early to be getting anyone able to sleep anymore up. Worth it for me, though that is of selfish enjoyment- so disarmed and mussed has its own fetching vulnerability. How have you stayed so innocent, Odysseus.

"I hadn't said three yet. You're alright. Just a wake-check." It felt riskier than it probably was, like hazarding to touch a dragon, but Quenton reached out to gently squeeze Oddy's near shoulder in reassurance. There were no need for apologies. It looked wrong, his dominant hand gape-holed and boned against Oddy's sun and patchwork.

"With a city the size of Destiny City, there's a selection of current, closed but modern, and long since abandoned landfills and trash yards. It isn't clean work, but there's a lot that we could scavenge for the camp- containers of glass and metal, raw hardware like screws or bolts, cloth and pleathers for clothes or bedding, and more. I found one some miles away off the north freeway. Its a ways, so having the hours to get there, do some scavenge, and then make it back will need an early start if you want to make it to a bath and bed in your own home instead of one of the bolt holes. "

"Since you build around the camp, I thought having you along to help find things that would be actually helpful rather than just sitting around in a heap would be good. If you woudl be willing?"