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ataraxionlogs2014-08-12 09:27 am
endureandsurvive) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-08-12 09:27 am
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[open] the roses have faded, there's frost at my door
CHARACTERS: Ellie + YOU
LOCATION: Various
WARNINGS: Foul mouthed children, knives (will update as necessary)
SUMMARY: Catch-all for August shenanigans, notably includes knife fighting lessons and axeing trees very important questions.
NOTES: Some closed starts, some open prompts. If you want something specific and it's not here, toss it up or pm me and I'll see what I can do!
[This jump makes ten. And while she's always been careful, ten months (or years or decades, who the fuck knows, right?) is kind of a long time to keep her head down. One way or another, something was going to happen to get her socialized and between the influx of under-18's on the passenger manifest, certain vampires at large and beingdragged kicking and screaming convinced to move her shit down a few levels from the safety of isolation up on Deck 024-- well, her head is still down, but she's definitely more visible.
Feeling lucky? Most days she can be found rapidly skirting through Deck 007 to or from some other destination, heading to or from medical, making (bomb ass) spaghetti, or tucked up in the upper levels of the gardens reading sci-fi comics of arguable quality. Just don't approach from behind or make any sudden movements and everything should be fine, no really.]
LOCATION: Various
WARNINGS: Foul mouthed children, knives (will update as necessary)
SUMMARY: Catch-all for August shenanigans, notably includes knife fighting lessons and axeing trees very important questions.
NOTES: Some closed starts, some open prompts. If you want something specific and it's not here, toss it up or pm me and I'll see what I can do!
[This jump makes ten. And while she's always been careful, ten months (or years or decades, who the fuck knows, right?) is kind of a long time to keep her head down. One way or another, something was going to happen to get her socialized and between the influx of under-18's on the passenger manifest, certain vampires at large and being
Feeling lucky? Most days she can be found rapidly skirting through Deck 007 to or from some other destination, heading to or from medical, making (bomb ass) spaghetti, or tucked up in the upper levels of the gardens reading sci-fi comics of arguable quality. Just don't approach from behind or make any sudden movements and everything should be fine, no really.]
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Then he's curious. He eats better here, but he doesn't eat well. Cooking isn't a particular skill of his, and mostly, if he does eat, it's rats. Cooked until there is no plague left in them, not that it seems to effect him, because the raw ones he broke the necks of and devoured would make another man throw up. But he likes food, knows it from living in a palace most of his life.
This he doesn't particularly know well, what she's making, and he mistakenly starts to genuinely watch what she's doing. Frowning slightly, it doesn't look horribly complicated. ] Forgive me for bothering you, but what is that you make?
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What? Seriously? [And then she's rapidly recovering, jamming the knife into the jar with a wet 'thworp.'] It's a sandwich, dude. You know. Bread. Lunch meat. Other-- stuff.
[Succinct.]