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apocalypsehowcomm2022-12-03 04:44 pm
twicelost) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-12-03 04:44 pm
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catchall for 1/2 december 2022
Who: Katrina, Eda, and 2-3 more of you
When: First half of December
Where: Dogtown, ADI HQ, around the warehouse
Summary: Exploration and TDM prompts
Warnings: Memory loss (exploration thread); other warnings to be added as needed
exploration [closed to Eda]
The meadow is beautiful, but just being here makes Katrina's head hurt in a way she can't describe. It's more than physical, but not all-encompassing-- but Mother does it burn!
"Eda--!" Katrina forces herself to keep her eyes open, to keep her friend in sight. "Do you see an enemy?!"
survival skills [ota, 1-2 tag-ins only, please]
The only skill of those being taught here Katrina is not proficient in is building a fire, because there's not much use for fire when you live underwater. Snares and traps are familiar to her, but she practices with a teacher regardless, because the lower density of air means she needs to make adjustments to what she knows.
But the rest? Easy.
She is stern-faced and intense no matter what she's teaching, which makes her seem unfriendly, but she prefers that to trying to smile and scaring people away outright. Combst And swimming at her main areas and where she spends most of her time throughout the month. She can also be found giving tips and instruction to those interested in hunting. You can't depend only on traps and snares, and she'll say as much to anyone who seems to look interested in learning.
warehouse stakeout [ota, 1 tag-in only, please]
The air is cold and damp, which she likes because it reminds her of home. She would rather be doing something more active, but she knows better than anyone that she would be awful at infiltration. Katrina is still too stiff and unhumanlike to pass for a regular human, and she knows next to nothing about human religions. She'd stick out like a sore thumb and ruin the investigation before it even starts.
"You are cold?" she asks her partner in watching the warehouse. She brought a bag with snacks and another jacket, just in case. Most of the offworlders get colder faster than she does.
When: First half of December
Where: Dogtown, ADI HQ, around the warehouse
Summary: Exploration and TDM prompts
Warnings: Memory loss (exploration thread); other warnings to be added as needed
exploration [closed to Eda]
The meadow is beautiful, but just being here makes Katrina's head hurt in a way she can't describe. It's more than physical, but not all-encompassing-- but Mother does it burn!
"Eda--!" Katrina forces herself to keep her eyes open, to keep her friend in sight. "Do you see an enemy?!"
survival skills [ota, 1-2 tag-ins only, please]
The only skill of those being taught here Katrina is not proficient in is building a fire, because there's not much use for fire when you live underwater. Snares and traps are familiar to her, but she practices with a teacher regardless, because the lower density of air means she needs to make adjustments to what she knows.
But the rest? Easy.
She is stern-faced and intense no matter what she's teaching, which makes her seem unfriendly, but she prefers that to trying to smile and scaring people away outright. Combst And swimming at her main areas and where she spends most of her time throughout the month. She can also be found giving tips and instruction to those interested in hunting. You can't depend only on traps and snares, and she'll say as much to anyone who seems to look interested in learning.
warehouse stakeout [ota, 1 tag-in only, please]
The air is cold and damp, which she likes because it reminds her of home. She would rather be doing something more active, but she knows better than anyone that she would be awful at infiltration. Katrina is still too stiff and unhumanlike to pass for a regular human, and she knows next to nothing about human religions. She'd stick out like a sore thumb and ruin the investigation before it even starts.
"You are cold?" she asks her partner in watching the warehouse. She brought a bag with snacks and another jacket, just in case. Most of the offworlders get colder faster than she does.
Snares and traps!
She sighs and lets the bits fall from her stupid, clumsy, hands as she puts her face down on the table, ears flattening and tail twitching in irritation. "How's anyone supposed to do this? I'm not, like that bad with my hands? But here we are, I guess. Doomed to die because I can't catch a rabbit or something. Or kill a man with those traps that shoot darts into people's eyes."
no subject
So while Katrina has a human form and dexterity with these hands with no webbing between the fingers, she can begin to grasp how Mae feels. She puts down her own practice snare, half complete, and gives Mae her full attention.
"Not all of us can he a hunter, or warrior. Maybe snare is difficult for you, but building a fire is not. Maybe you can find food from plants. For me, this fire is new. Food from plants is new. But I hunt and bring meat to my tribe."
Everyone plays a part.
no subject
Her ears are still angled back but there's a bit more hope in her red eyes. "I'm ok at building a fire, apparently. And...I guess I know a few plants?" And she could wreck things with a baseball bat, but there might not always be one of those lying about.
She tilts her head. "You had a tribe? Like a...live out in the wilderness and hunt and forage and make your own tools kind of tribe?"
survival skills
"Dry sticks only," she instructs, but then picks up one that's damp with dew. "Or if they're only a little wet, you can strip off the outer bark."
no subject
She's seen a few other people do this, so she has some idea of how to arrange them: in a heap, but placed so she can slip in dry leaves, maybe paper if need be. One of the sticks she grabs is damp, so she tries stripping off the bark.
"You have done this before?"
no subject
She says the word dismissively, with a sneer, like it's a silly little frivolity that everyone has become inexplicably obsessed with and dependent on. Come on, folks; are easy lighting and central heating really that important? She picks up a new stick, snaps it in half, and adds it to the pile.
"Barely any of the people here would survive a week in Greece."
warehouse stakeout
"I've been colder," Hickey shrugs. He's got layers on: a sweater on underneath his coat, fingerless gloves covering his hands. He's not in his 1840s attire—hasn't been in months. But there's still something a little old timey about his wear and his outfits.
He reaches into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Want a smoke?" he asks.
no subject
She frowns at the cigarettes. She's seen them before, sticks of packed herbs and leaves that humans inhale from for... no reason in particular. No purpose. Not like the teas that Eliza knows how to make for those who seek to talk to the spirits of their ancestors. That's what she really finds strange about smoking.
"I do not smoke." A statement, with no judgment in it. "But we are far from this warehouse. I do not think the people we wait to see will smell this smoke."
Her priorities are solid, in her opinion.
no subject
"Even if they smelled the smoke, probably other people in there smoke. A fair amount of people do these days—though odd enough, not as many as in my time."
Exploration!
The meadow they step into doesn't stand out, not in any way that she spots in the moment she initially looks around--but then she winces, invisible ears folding flat as she puts a hand to her temple. "Titan..."
She squeezes her eyes shut briefly, but Katrina's voice snaps her back to attention. She fights to look around. "I don't--I don't see anything." But it feels... well, it feels like magic. If it's an attack, she's not sure it's an external one.