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.

Comments

[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.