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 Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 6:26 am
"I found bees!" Jonquil "Quilla" Fisher beamed, glowing with a level of excitement that generally did not go along with such a statement. She was streaked with mud, and had leaves in her tightly braided silver gray hair, and she sported several swollen welts of bee stings, and smelled like woodsmoke besides. More than this though the eighteen year old senshi of wolves, who at some point in their exile could be argued to have gone 'zealously feral'... was carrying a section of tarp with fraying edges with something that could only be called Triumph "I found bees!" She repeated. "Wild bees! There was this big honking old tree and they were everywhere, and I made a fire so I could smoke 'em out and I got honey comb. I totally left some too so they wouldn't go away or starve to death and we'll have to wait a while but we can SO go back again and it will be awesome. I'm the best C'mon. Say it. I. Am. The best." Quote: I would quote Lizzy here but she doesn't have her quotes on so ********* THIS IS YOUR CUE OK . Anyone else who wants to jump in, feel free.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 7:51 pm
Some instincts didn't die with all this time.
The mention of honeycomb easily got the manx's attention and for a brief moment she was scampering in the direction, licking her maw. However, the Mauvian soon enough banished the thoughts from her kitty-mind and remembered a promise of hers.
Despite the realization, she was already halfway there, so the tailless one continued along until she was before the not-so-chibi senshi.
"...eep! I'd definitely say you found bees!" With a well humored chuckle and a twitching nose, she stood up as tall as her kitty form would allow.
"...do you need something for those... stings?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 5:09 am
"Well... there was a little learning curve on smokin' em out." Syrma admitted, beaming triumphantly. "...I put some mud on them. I remember once hearing that helped. They still smart but that's ok." She paused and dropped to a cross legged sitting position, the sagging tarp full of honey comb still carefully in her grip.
"Wanna see if it's any good before we hand it out? I gotta see how we can get all the honey out, then we can make candles or something with the wax. But first I wanna make sure it's ok. I dunno if honey goes bad. I mean it seems ok to me..."
She paused to carefully transfer most of the tarps ends to one hand and fish inside for a tiny piece of comb maybe a little larger than a cats paw.
Not that she would try and coax ********* or any of the other cats to take just a little more food, with everything they were doing. Nope. That would be devious and evil. Totally not her thing. Nope.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:10 pm
Temptation was a terrible thing. With how the feline's nose was going and how her whiskers seemed to fan out, it almost would have seemed like she would certainly request a bit of a sweet treat.
However, instead the Mauvian shook her head. "I wouldn't mind sniffing it a bit more... but I'm not really that hungry."
It was an outright lie and anybody who knew this particular Guardian knew it was a lie. However, some promises were more important than the rumbly in her tumbly.
"I am just grateful that you aren't allergic to Bees... or at least it seems like you aren't. I hope you knew if you were or you weren't... otherwise I might have to scold you for doing something so reckless!" The manx giggled a bit at the end, showing about how serious she was about the subject at hand.
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 4:32 am
"But did you get the stingers out?" Quenton had been near enough, passing his way to the public supplies area with a large f*****t of kindling-sized wood for general consumption, to hear the fellow sailor's explanation of her honey-hunting process. The mud was a good touch. Syrma was learning, and what she didn't pick up in her stufies on first go she'd shown some gnack for at least innovating. I don't even know if honey is poisonous to cats. Well. Or to Mauvians. Or Mauvian Cats. ********* always ate other confection concoctions without seeming indigestion or liver failure. She's grown so thin. He shifted his path to walk over to the two and look at Syrma's gather, "Good work, WildOne. Good Morrow, *********. You've eaten cheesecake before, surely honey can't hurt?" "You could see if Eridanus can cobble together a serviceable portable hive of some sort. Portable as in carry-able, anyway. Domestic hives can be 250lbs with bees, wax and honey all. But that is manageable and worth it for someone in uniform in a relocation. If you didn't take the stingers out, and the dried mud does, I can help you. Getting meat tenderizer from the canteen, if they have any from the runs, is a better remedy. I have some ibuprofen or acetaminophen if you'd like some, as well."
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 10:30 am
Quilla beamed at Quenton's praise, lighting up as though she had spontaneously become incandescent, clearly reveling in the term "WildOne". "I dunno if I got the stingers or not..." She admitted, sheepishly. "But the mud made it feel kinda better." She didn't like admitting that she had been hurt, but she liked knowing she'd been in the right idea of what to do about it. "We could seriously try and move them to a portable hive? THAT WOULD BE SO COOL." She didn't know if she could do it by herself, and hoped to have Quenton's guidance for the attempt, but it would be a really awesome thing. "*********, c'mon. I swear everyone else will get some too." She coaxed. "Especially if we can get the hive to move. You too?" She offered holding up her prize for Quenton's inspection. "Then we'll take the rest and see if we can separate the honey and the wax and make stuff."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2014 9:29 pm
The manx's ears perked up as a new voice joined the conversation. With a tilt of the head, she was soon enough facing Quenton.
"Oh, I've eaten honey before!" It was sticky, delicious golden goodness which several of the bakeries she used to stalk used in their treats. "...I'm just not hungry... that's all!"
It was almost bizarre to see this particular cat turn up her nose at food, but the feline actually did turn up her nose and turn the other direction, emphasizing how she clearly didn't want the food (even though she did).
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 12:40 pm
There's a couple different ways to hive a feral swarm, and it would depend on time of year and what we had available what would be the best...honestly, if the camp is still here in the spring, or nearby anywhere, it would make sense to set up a mobile-box as a feed trap a few yards from the current hive- that way if there's a spring break off of bees to form a new hive they'd be most likely to use the houseing provided. " "It would be the gentlest on the bees, and leave the main swarm there in whatever home they've successfully kept for what is probably years." ********* attestations and assurances that she just wasn't hungry didn't fit the Mauvian at all. The tone was fine and convincing, but the addition of the direct body language felt suspiciously overdone- protests too much. Whatever her reasons were, and for the additional weight loss when many no doubt wanted to see her plump, were both mysterious and ultimately uninteresting. Quenton had enough run ins already of trying to get anyone to do what they 'should', what was 'wise', or just 'please it would make me happy'. There was no forcing anyone. Die if you want to, you innocent puppet. "Learn something new every day, " he offered back for the information on Mauvians and honey, the rest of dropped. "Do you know if the kitchens have made a extractor centrifuge at all? I almost never eat there...so I'm not familiar with the equipment they already have or have cobbled together." Quenton shifted to help her carry if allowed, even if t was just grabbing corners so that she didn't have to walk like she was due for pregnancy.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 11:23 am
"Uh, I... dunno." Syrma admitted, trying to think. WHat he was asking for sounded sort of like it belonged either in a science lab or maybe an old salad spinner commercial, but she suspected that one could be cobbled together, even if it required hand cranking. In fact it would probably be better to use hand or... well... foot power. Generators were noisy. Still she was happy enough to let Thraen help her with the load. "Let's go find out, huh? *********, you wanna come?" She hadn't entirely given up on trying to pin the Mauvian down to eating, even if it meant... well... pinning down the Mauvian. She worried about people. "You could always ask Oddy?" The Senshi of Ink was getting a better reputation as camp tinker, usually up to his elbows in bandaids and grease and wearing holes in his pockets from forgetting not to put wire cutters in point first.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 7:42 pm
The topic of investigating the kitchens did seem to get a more positive reaction from the feline. Her nose turned back down and she blinked to face the young teen.
"I wouldn't mind keeping you all company... though I might not be much help in the kitchen department!"
When one kept a girl company in her tent for meal times, one didn't spend the meal times in the kitchen or common eating areas as a result.
Even with a bit less chub on her body, it didn't stop the feline from settling on her haunches and lifting her forepaws up in the air to ask for a lift with a subtle mewing sound.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2014 1:11 am
" 'All they wanted was to catch a glimpse for as long as possible of the reflected glory in the great eyes of Odysseus' " It was not very likely, life spent at war and in a refugee camp, that she or ********* would recognize Kafka, but it felt appropriate the same in speaking of the other man. Fair in his grime, sweat and smiles, Oddy was help and headache to the whole camp. Genuine excuses to see him were rare for Quenton, who spent more time on missions out than any of the peopled camps. Syrma and ********* were treasures themselves, ultimately- friendly voices mostly sane and rare companions of time. Every one of the tens of them pulled a hundred directions at once. "I will ask him. I've needed to stop by and show him a landfill I found some eight-mile off. I'll show you the old extraction method for this, though. Or the first part of it. Some will have to sit about eight hours. " Since he had a hand free initially, Quenton scooped the upright ********* on arm and deposited her smoothly onto Syrma's shoulders. Women, even starved as all the Resistance were, all have an adipose layer naturally over their body thicker than men. The teen would be a more comfortable and less ridged and boney ride than he. And the young senshi might benefit from catfluff with the pain of bee-stings. Or if she starts having a reaction, ********* will be close and able to tell me in hearing Syrma's breathing and heartbeat That managed, he took up the front corners to continue their approach to the kitchens area with all the utensils and cooking stuffs.
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