01 | voice

[cashlin]

Hey, gang! Hope some of you didn't get maimed-slash-dismembered over the last couple weeks. [stated as breezily as ever, way to go lilith.]

Got a PSA for you all. I know alcohol sounds pretty great, especially after the wendigo crap, but don't drink the stuff in the restaurants without checking it first. I got lucky with the first one I tried-- sorta tasted like a fruit cocktail kind of thing-- but one time a bottle got knocked out of my hands and it dissolved through the floor. So, uh. Yeah.

Also, does anybody else have guns around here? Are you restocking your ammo at all or are you just... rationing it out? I've been trying to look around the armory but every weapon there's of the stabby variety. That's great and all, but you can't shoot swords out of a shotgun.

[... no one tell her.]

That's it for now. Lilith, out.

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[voice]

[circumitus]

Seriously? [Ugh!]

Suppose it's too much to ask for drinks that won't try to kill us as well.

[cashlin]

Yup. It was kinda nasty, gave off these weird fumes.

[...Part of her wants to find it again as a last-ditch weapon but THAT is another story entirely.]

They should wake up the Boredom god. Or the Annoyance one. It's like an all-you-can-eat buffet out here.

[text]

[mismanagement]

State the location where you found the


acid.

voice;

[cashlin]

I could take you. I doubt I could find the exact bottle again without some trial and error smashing, but it's close-ish to one of the house spires. Why?

[Lilith? Eager? No way.]

D'you wanna do something with it?

[...okay, maybe just a bit eager.]

[text]

[mismanagement]

Could make weapons. Will meet you. State location.

[If the texts seem a bit terse, well. You can probably guess why.]

text

[camouflage]

No ammo here. I'm down to 12 bullets, I started with 20+.

voice;

[cashlin]

Thought so. You're a woman after my own heart.

[Lilith, on the other hand, isn't quite as filled in on the situation, and it takes a quick re-read of the message to actually pick up on it. She sends a quick text description of the location before broaching the topic.]

You all right, Maketh?

[action]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh sees the later text, but decides to pretend that she didn't. Instead she just puts on her coat and walks over the location that Lilith shared. She's careful to make herself presentable beforehand, because there are certain standards that must be kept and Maketh has been - lax. Lately. So she dusts off her boots, checks the lines of her hair, and the cool set of her face before leaving. Her uniform is fucking perfect.

However, someone might notice that her face is much paler than usual, eyes a bit splotchy even though she was certainly not crying, and that the sword she's wearing on her belt isn't the same one she got from the armory not too long ago. That one's still stuck in a table where she left it, in that half-burnt apartment where she died.

She's certainly not thinking about that, either. It was a good sword. She's going to do better this time, much better, there will be no mistakes.

She snaps to attention when she spots Lilith, though doesn't salute her.] Lilith.

text; gj on the sick quest rewards

[cashlin]

howdy, neighbor

[there's a pause of a couple minutes as she agonizes over parting with bullets formulates her reply--]

Tell you what. I'll see what I can spare from my stock. I can't give you much cause im running out too, but you saved my ass the other day so it's the least I can do

[text]

[thechoiceisyours]

Thanks for the warning.

[Figures even the alcohol here might be dangerous, even more than alcohol already can be.]

Yeah I don't think there's any bullets or anything; we haven't found any so we're being really careful with what we've got. I wonder if Rage takes requests?

text.

[smited]

If you require instruction in alternate forms of weaponry, there are those here who can teach you.

voice

[cowardley]

We should probably be checking all of the food items we get from the stores, especially after our recent case of... you know. [ human meat :cccc ]

action!!

[cashlin]

[The stiff greeting catches her off-guard.] Maketh.

[There’s a nod of acknowledgment and a half-hearted wave: unintentional, but in the spirit of an at ease, regardless. Why hadn't she answered her earlier? Looking for some sort of hint, Lilith regards the crisp edges of Maketh’s—well, Maketh’s everything. She’s as put together as she usually is, but there’s something in that formality and that look in her face that makes everything ring, oddly, false. Composed. Then she spots the new sword.

So… something had happened.

What, exactly, does one do in this situation? Lilith’s sharp, powerful, but she’s never been known for her emotional intelligence. She chews the inside of her lower lip and opens her mouth to speak. She’s determined to ignore it, as Maketh clearly means to do.]

You look— um. You… ironed.

[Great.]

Let’s just get the thing. The acid.

action forever

[mismanagement]

[She did, in fact, spend almost an hour ironing her clothes. Unfortunately she couldn't find a ruler to check the hem length of her shirt, but Maketh has been doing it for long enough that she can measure it blind.]

Thank you.

[It's probably not a compliment. Maketh decides to take it as one anyway. She's been too relaxed with these people, too civilian. It will ruin her if she keeps it up any longer. She nods to Lilith, still standing at attention. Focus on work. You have a job, soldier. Get it done.] Show me.

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[foundafamily]

And they said bathtub gin was supposed to be bad for you... Did you 'test' any other bottles besides those two?

he tries

[camouflage]

[he probably could've shouted down the hall at her but texting everything is second nature now.]

Don't worry about it. I don't need a gun to protect myself. Just warning you.

[circumitus]

At least it's a good indicator not to drink anything giving off weird fumes. [Like that should be a given, but. You never know with some people.]

Hey. Don't start giving them ideas now.

[notjustinthemirror]

What's your poison?

I'm bored. I'll make you a bunch.

[cashlin]

No, thank YOU. One good turn deserves another.

[you kids are good in her book.]

Damn, I hope so. If something like this happens again then we shouldn’t get caught with our pants down and our guns empty. If nobody else asks her I’ll do it.

[and a minute later, after she’s thought about it—]

Getting shot is rage-inducing enough, right? She’s gotta give us the goods.

[cashlin]

[texting is more convenient than speaking to another human being face to face

but seriously?? he let her keep her stuff? bb you're lilith's new fave] hey sounds good to me. open offer tho! :)

[cashlin]

[nooooo uuuuuggggh does she have to!!!!!]

But I LIKE my guns.

I mean I COULD do without them but why would I want to

[cashlin]

But you don’t think, even in the liquids…?

[Oh, gross. She makes a soft noise of distaste.]

[cashlin]

Nope. Being melted hurts like a bitch: I would know.

[...don't ask.]

[cashlin]

Really? You're serious? Holy shit, thanks!

What for, though? Not sure I believe you'd do it for free.

[cowardley]

I think it's just important to be careful. Like you said, you found a bottle of acid juice, so who knows what else they've hidden in our food products.