Anyone Miss Their Hair of the Dog?

[hairrands]

CHARACTERS: 1 closed to Sirius + anyone of his gang. 2 & 3 open (Moonshine baron-ing and ship deconstruction; general open for October)
LOCATION: 1) Basecamp. 2) Jungle, near the tether-zone. 3) Ship-side by the tech-lords.
WARNINGS: AJ's a shit. Please bring tissue.
SUMMARY:
1) AJ makes good on her promise to bring back booze. Beware, it's young and will strip the hull of the ship off, not just the paint.
2) Checking in on a stash of mash, possibly outing her operation to explorers!
3) Talking tech with the techies!
NOTES:
Please feel free to jump in! I am a bit of a slow tagger, just to warn you! Slow but steady.


1) Muggle Moonshine Ahoy!

It had been just over a month since AJ had begun her mad caper to find the perfect moonshine. It had felt like more than just coincidence when she finally stumbled over the right mash under the leering eyes of two full moons, and she'd had to laugh at herself for engaging in what might as well be considered some spooky fucking science in the pursuit of potions she was going to trade away to wistfully sober magicians.

Somehow, the experimentation had been satisfying in its own right, even if she had had several failures (one of them that had nearly burned her skin off, at that!) It felt like something bordering on productivity. Productivity in the wrong direction... but AJ had always known that booze loosened lips, and she could use some of that to get more intel on how to get off of this planet.

Now she was sauntering through the base camp, a beautiful ceramic jug that had once held fresh water now sloshing with something far less benign. She wished her torn-sleeved jumpsuit sported pinstripes.

Though she did not have a communications mirror, she had more or less been keeping Sirius in the loop, mostly along the lines of "it's not ready yet, unless you want to kill yourself quicker than slower!" so she had an idea of where she could find him or one of his friends. Now she wandered in to their part of camp, whistling a half-remembered Camp Town Races as she clutched the jug behind her. "Happy holidays, wiz-lords!" she announced herself coming in. "I have a present for you!"

2) Jungle Juice Junkyard

Over the course of the last month, AJ had been doing a lot of experimentation with the local flora. She'd been doing enough that she needed three separate little encampments to process all of the crap that it took to boil down a single four-litre jug of swill. This camp, right near the edge of the tether-zone, just before the uncomfortable headaches and nose-bleeds started--and not too far in from the river, at that--was covered in a loose netting of vines and fallen leaves, but she had begun to get a little more careless with it, given how few people actually made it out here.

Metal plates, tubing, plastic sheets, and loads of foul-smelling rot had begun to form around the edge of her work-place as she tried to find a mixture of sugary fruits (hard to come by in the jungle; the main contender somehow turned the end results toxic once it was boiled down to mash) and carb-rich foliage to turn into alcohol. It all took a lot of work and some rather careful monitoring... but AJ had been pretty good about keeping things under wraps.

So far, anyways.

Having been out here more or less all by herself for days on end, she had taken to humming and talking to herself. At this very moment, she was cursing up a storm: she'd managed to start a small fire to boil down some sticky, foul-smelling juice, but the makeshift pot was running over. Anyone coming to investigate might recognize her single working still (also extremely makeshift) for exactly what it is; to those unfamiliar with the process, she may as well be doing magic.

3) Hillbilly Technologic?

On her days not checking in on her diabolical moonshine operations, harvesting fruit and leaves and other horrible things from the jungle, or trying to pester the living daylights out of one or two people in camp, AJ had been pecking around the edges of the ongoing salvage efforts coming out of (and off of) the ship. This evening, the sun had finally come out for a change to cast a long, long shadow of the ship over the work area, and she was lingering around the edges of the scrap heap that had not yet been picked through and hauled back to camp. "Anyone wants to haul some kind of engine out here," she joked, "I'll take it off your hands for whatever you want to ask for it!"

4) Wild Card

(Want to hit AJ up some other place and time? Feel free to write a starter or poke me at drayma!)