text. (to: spire 3 residents)

[camouflage]

If you're uninfected and you need food: I have a backstock of frozen meat from the monster hunt and cans of fruits/vegetables I scavenged months ago. You can have a portion, come to 701.

If you're infected: I will kill you on sight. You'll thank me later.

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[unitas]

I'd be happy to take some of that meat off your hands. I just chucked all the shit I had.

[ she doesn't hunt, or keep the meat off of those weird ass monsters, but meat products she'd grabbed and kept from the store? all gone. she's not risking it. ]

[camouflage]

Good idea. I'm not touching anything less than a week old, even if it doesn't have meat in it. Hope you like giant snake.

[unitas]

I've never even had a small snake, but I'm adventurous if it means not starving.

Does it taste like chicken?

[camouflage]

It's more like the consistency of fish, but yeah, I guess it tastes a little like chicken. Not the weirdest animal to eat if you have to eat wild critters.

[unitas]

What is the weirdest animal to eat?

[ Is it person? Because it seems a bunch of people here have already reached that landmark! ]

[camouflage]

[john thinks that goes without saying.]

I can't speak for other people, but for me, it was scorpion.

[unitas]

Stinger, and all? Because gross.

[ sure, she's seen people eat scorpion on those exotic food tv shows, but it's still gross. ]

[camouflage]

You can eat everything except that part. Not really a bright idea.

[unitas]

I'll have to remember that if I ever need to eat scorpion, then, but I've got my fingers crossed that maybe I'll avoid such a situation.

[camouflage]

If it comes down to that, charring everything helps.

[unitas]

I think that's life advice that can apply to almost anything.

[camouflage]

Can't agree more.

action;

[cashlin]

[knock knock, beebles; when he opens the door, lilith's outside with a large pot on her hip and a shrewd sort of expression on her face.]

Hey, neighbor. Thanks for the food.

[she shifts the pot so she's holding it in front of her.] I might need your help for another thing, too. You got five minutes?

[camouflage]

[he wasn't expecting anyone to bring over...cooking ware..... so of course he's giving that pot the wariest look ever. but he must not be too scared of it because he steps back to let her in.]

If there's anything I have, it's time.

[cashlin]

Sweet.

[thanks muchly, boss, she is striding right in. and setting the pot on the nearest counter too.]

Did you hear the broadcast those kids made earlier? The wendigos are a pain in the ass to kill, but they're not invincible. You look like you can take care of yourself, so if you're up to it... we can bring the fight right to them before they get to anybody else.

[a beat.]

Also 'cause blowing shit up just sounds like a fun time.

[camouflage]

Well, you're not wrong. [about the blowing up shit part. not that boss thinks it's fun, it just sounds like the kind of thing hadriel needs right now.] And I'm guessing your big idea is sitting in that pot.

[he gestures to where the diabolical thing is sitting innocently on his kitchen counter.] I just hope it's got better chances than 50/50. I already promised someone I wouldn't go running into the jaws of death anymore.

wheezes and crawls back 2 thread

[cashlin]

Yyyyup. And you and your someone can rest easy: I'd say it's about 70/30. Maybe 60/40 if we screw it up, but we're not gonna let that happen.

[lil jerks her head in the direction of the pot.] I grabbed enough of whatever I could find in these buildings that looked, uh, reasonably caustic. [it's looking somewhat scant. better than nothing, at least.] Sort of a long shot, but... how much do know about making explosives?

[because if he doesnt know anything plan b is to dump it all in one thing and strap a grenade to it shes a fuckin genius]

[camouflage]

[lilith how've not gotten yourself killed yet]

I know more about disarming them. [claymores, hand grenades, C4, and, one memorable time, TNT. if it went boom, john was pretty sure he could disarm it, but he had received basic training on how to create them, too. mostly about what could go boom, if you mixed it all together right.]

But I can make them, too, in a pinch. You're welcome to use whatever you find around here.

[cashlin]

[a lot of luck, a lot of bullets, and being a siren helps]

Awesome! In case it's not enough, we can, I dunno, grab some of my grenades-- don't wanna use 'em all up, but taking some of these wendigo fucks out is priority.

You're not gonna regret this. [but you may regret that she's immediately getting to work rifling through his cabinets #fpslife]

[camouflage]

Hopefully it won't come to that. [boss has a sneaking suspicion you're really gonna need those grenades in the future. the more you have when they're done with this, the better.

and he's not particularly perturbed when lilith starts going through all his shit in the kitchen. john's not really hiding a lot anything in his apartment, but even the stuff he is hiding is in place she has no reason to look. he, on the other hand, moves over to the pot on the kitchen counter and starts to remove its contents. normal, every day cleaning products.

somewhat.] You ever made a homemade bomb before?

[cashlin]

Uhhhhhh.

[No. But she's thrown shit together and hoped for the best, which almost counts.] Kind of? But I've got the general idea. Walk me through it.

[wow, is this bear jerky... this guy really is well stocked. she's gotta respect that much. lilith grabs some (he was planning to share anyways) and returns to john's side with a couple cans of aerosol-whatever in tow, too.]

You have, I'm guessing?

[camouflage]

A few. Mostly for training. [he also had to make homemade dynamite one time. that had been.....interesting. but before they begin, they'll need a couple more things. john motions for her to wait there while he disappears into the bathroom. after some rustling and clinking, he brings back a few empty bottles and some swathes of fabric, setting them on the counter.

john hands her a large strip of fabric.] Here. Wrap this around your nose and mouth. Probably a good idea we don't breathe in whatever chemicals make up this crap. [after all, this place was obviously not made for humans. who knew what was actually in that aerosol? he follows his own advice before surveying what they have on hand.] What do you wanna do? We probably have enough for two or three shake-up grenades. Or we could just dump it all and see what happens.

[cashlin]

Nice. Must come in handy.

[all her experience with this has been of the 'dump it all and see what happens' variety. she would absolutely love to not have to waste a healing hypo on this, so she takes the cloth strip and ties the mask around her face, carefully adjusting her hair after the fact.]

Answer me this one, though: which one's gonna make the bigger boom? I'll toss a couple of my own grenades in, if it helps, but I'm not sure how much we're going to need to put a wendigo-- or more-- down.

[a beat.] Also, what's the chances of "see what happens" blowing up the spires...? That'd be cool, but I like the apartment I picked out.

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[isacrowd]

[Z normally isn't a picky eater ("beggars can't be choosers" etc), but she is veeeery wary of eating monster meat. Meat in general, really. She's thrown out all the meat she has in cans or otherwise, but she's still left with a substantial stash of veggies.]

I'm good for now, thanks. I'll stop by if I need to, though.

[Boy is she glad she's not infected.]

I'll keep a lookout for anything approaching the building. I'm on the first floor. I can be a decoy to get any of those monsters away from here.

[She has been grateful for her ability for years, but never more so than right now.]

[camouflage]

Be careful. We don't know how long this will last. Make sure to ration whatever you have if you trust it.

[your loss z.]

Good. I might come down later and set some perimeter alarms/traps if I can get the materials together.

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[fictionalised]

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[ he's still learning how to type... ]

[camouflage]

[you're doing....great, hawke. keep it up.]

You should probably lay off the alcohol here.

[fictionalised]

[ fuck this, he switches to video. ]

What sort of tiny dwarf fingers do you people have?

[ the problem is clearly finger size, not that he's basically bashing the keys with them. ]

[camouflage]

[sorry hawke, you're gonna have to do with voice. john refuses to do video calls.]

Have you tried being careful?

[fictionalised]

[ okay just assuming he's a huge uggo since he won't show his face. ]

Never. In my life. Any other suggestions?

[camouflage]

[boss ain't gonna lose sleep over it.]

Funny. If you don't know how to work the phone, I can teach you. We should really set up a class for you types.

[fictionalised]

Be still, my beating heart! What a gallant and selfless offer. Clearly, there's a catch. [ doing things without expecting something in return is CRAZY TALK to hawke. ] I don't have anything to offer except my charming wit.

[camouflage]

[fair enough. though boss is crazy, he's actually being for realsies. he's bored and he'd rather not have people who don't know how to use the network clogging it up.]

Well unless you have bullets or smokes, I don't want anything from you, anyway. It's just better in the long run if we can all communicate properly.

[fictionalised]

Oh! Well, I'm not going to say no to a free... anything.

[ hawke shrugs, as if he doesn't really care whether he learns to use it or not. it would actually be pretty helpful, though. ]

Don't tell me you're actually going to make it a class, though. It already sounds terrible. Just listen to it. "Phone class." Awful.

[camouflage]

[john barks a laugh.]

You're right. And it's not my field of expertise, anyway, I'll leave that up to the experts. In the meantime, should I meet you?

[fictionalised]

Not if you're going to kill me on sight, you shouldn't. I hear that hurts.

[ sort of a weird thing to announce. hawke would totally do the same if it came down to it, but it's different when hawke, the most important person in the world, could be hurt. ]

I'm not infected. Maybe. I'm seventy-five percent sure.

[camouflage]

I can see you're not infected. So, unless you have a hankering for human flesh, I think you'll be fine.

[your precious hide is safe, hawke.]

[fictionalised]

So then this would be a bad time to tell you that I had baby legs for breakfast.

[ he clearly thinks that was a good one. ]

If you're that desperate for something to do, go ahead. I'm excellent company. [ a pause. might as well take as much advantage of someone offering help as possible... ] You can feed me, while you're at it.

[camouflage]

[hardy har HAR.]

Well, if you try to bite me, I'll make sure you don't. [that's his version of a joke. laugh, hawke.] High-maintenace, I see. Where you want to meet?

[fictionalised]

[ it worked... incredible ]

Unless you're hoping for a romantic setting for our clandestine encounter, I'll come to you.

[ although as long as there's free food he'll eat it by candlelight, hawke was born without the part of the brain that feels shame and has dignity. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

[camouflage]

I'll pass, thanks anyway. Come over whenever you want.

[great they'll be best friends, then.]

[fictionalised]

[ hawke doesn't even respond because fuck phones. he somehow takes an hour to get there despite it being in the same spire. KNOCK, KNOCK, boss. the second the door opens he'll hold his hand out, palm up, and say ] Food first.