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raiamods ([personal profile] raiamods) wrote in [community profile] ethyraia2021-06-10 06:01 pm

EVENT #01 —

WHO: All PCs
WHAT: Guests arrive at the basecamp
WHEN: June 10 - June 17
WHERE: Basecamp Leviathan
NOTES/WARNINGS: None currently (let us know if we should update this because we missed something)


EVENT LOG 001 — JUNE ❀
CONTENT WARNINGS: None currently (let us know if we missed something and should update this!)

Please note that several of these sections have deadlines, so it's a good idea to prioritize your plotting for the earlier section of the event first.

A calendar of events and deadlines is as follows:
IC:
June 10 -
The thessyx arrive with the shell.
June 11 - Dinner with the thessyx, gifts distributed.
June 12 - Scrimmage interrupted by the formation of a sinkhole.
June 14 - Critters emerge from the sinkhole in the gymnasium.
June 13-17 - Two more sinkholes open up, with more critters emerging within the day.

OOC:
June 13 -
Last day to ask about your character interfering with the shell.
June 16 - Last day to ask about your character joining the closed-door meeting with Childe and the thessyx.
June 30 - Last day to register the way your character engages with the thessyx and the critters directly. (Mods do not anticipate replying to these comments.)
❀ UNEXPECTED VISITORS


At noon on June 10, a dozen visitors arrive. The Thessyx carry themselves quietly, moving through the base as if they were attempting to enter a body of water without disturbing it. Lightweight robes of some native skein cover their green-grey amphibian skin, but do not obscure the fact that each of them possesses four arms. Once inside the base and in the leviathan’s embrace, they will lower their hoods and additionally reveal fins of varying colors along the back of their scalps. These creatures have slit noses; wide-set, irisless eyes; and mouths that stretch the full width of their skull. With them, they bring a great shell about three meters long and as tall as a small adult human.

The security force of the Adamant greets the visitors on their entry to camp. These strange amphibious creatures inform the security force that they are the Thessyx, and that the shell is full of gifts. The security force is ordered by Chief Security Officer Rémi to lock the shell away until Captain Childe has had the opportunity to decide what will be done with the contents. If you intend for your character to interfere with the shell in some way, please reach out in the QUESTIONS thread below BEFORE JUNE 13TH — this includes if your character would try to stop others from interfering with it.

Three of their number with blue fins on their head go to speak in a closed-door meeting with Captain Childe. If your character would like to attempt to get access to this meeting, please reach out in the QUESTIONS thread below with an explanation of how they would attempt to do so BEFORE JUNE 16TH.

The next day, more Thessyx arrive, and they will remain on the base for about one week. They move around the camp fairly casually, mingling with the Adamant’s crew. They are particularly interested in the hatchlings. If your character would like to ask specific questions of the Thessyx they encounter, please direct them to the QUESTIONS thread below.

Just before dinner the next evening (June 11), Captain Childe announces that there will be a special celebration in the mess hall, courtesy of their guests — all of their guests. The announcement is as follows, and goes out on the communication devices camp-wide:
I'm sure some of you have noticed the Thessyx walking among us. In light of their arrival and the gifts they've brought with them, we've decided to have a joint celebration in the mess. They have agreed to have guards from their city patrol our perimeter, so everyone has twelve hours off. Attendance isn't mandatory, but it's strongly suggested.

They've brought gifts for our new arrivals as well. These gifts are to be distributed later. I know some of you will think it's unfair that the Thessyx are favoring them, and that in three years of being here this is the first time they've initiated contact with us. Tensions are bound to be high — but the first person who picks a fight is getting thrown in the brig, I don't care if you're a civilian or not. We could all use this break.

Don't offend them. No fish jokes.

Childe out.
At dinner, a few crew members get out their instruments, and Captain Childe even looks the other way when Senior Engineer Thorkil Bjørnson opens up a barrel of the moonshine he’s just finished. It means going without later, but they’ll share some of their modest wealth with the Thessyx. The mess hall is cluttered with revelry, and some of the tables have been pushed together to make room for people to dance.

The feast is made up of various mosses and seaweeds, pickled insects, and a few mollusks. Whether this sounds appetizing or not, it’s the freshest food anyone on the base has had for a while, and it seems it’s only intended for the Children of the Leviathan. Some crew members look on jealously or externalize their bitterness. Others may be pushier — after all, they’ve been providing for the hatchlings out of their own supplies for a while now. Still others will be surprised if any of the hatchlings offer trades or pawn the food off on them preemptively — they may be inclined towards favors and good will.

A few notes:
  • The Thessyx refer to the hatchlings as ‘Children of the Leviathan.’ They do not appear to sleep, nor do they step out from under the leviathan’s embrace when the sun is out. The three blue finned Thessyx who meet with Captain Childe are not the Thessyx’s leaders, only representatives. They prefer to ask the PCs questions about them and where they came from rather than answering questions about themselves.

  • To interfere with the shell, attempt to be involved in the closed-door meeting between Childe and the thessyx, or to ask questions of the thessyx, please visit the QUESTIONS sub-thread. These options have staggered deadlines so that we can account for each stage while responding to the next; these actions of some hatchlings will reflect on others.

  • By JUNE 30TH at 21:00 EST, please respond to the mod comment labeled THESSYX GREETING with a brief description of how your character would greet the Thessyx. Feel free to write multiple characters in a single comment. We just want to check the temperature in the room.

  • ❀ A DISTURBANCE UNDERFOOT

    On June 12th, the thessyx’s visit is disrupted by the appearance of a sinkhole in the gymnasium. The basketball court, which was already in disrepair, suffers the worst of the damage. In the midst of a scrimmage between PCs and NPCs, which the thessyx observe quite rapturously, a 5-meter hole opens in the middle, with concrete and steel and earth crumbling underfoot. Any injured PCs will have their sprains and scratches treated well by the medical team, and the gymnasium will be closed until further notice. Don’t worry! The Adamant’s engineers are on the case, figuring out how the soil’s stability gave way. This could be bad news for the entirety of the basecamp if it’s an ongoing issue. The engineers could probably use some help addressing the issue — to volunteer, reach out to us in the QUESTIONS thread.

    Over the next couple days, two more sinkholes appear — one near the Memorial Wall, and one in the showers (though it thankfully doesn’t seem to have affected the plumbing). Anyone injured by a sinkhole will also have their sprains and scratches treated well by the medical team. Cartagena shares a helpful (“helpful”) PSA about the dangers of sinkholes and how to protect yourself, which is clearly dated and has nothing to do with whatever is going on here on Ethyraia:

    Hello, Children of the Leviathan! Isn’t that a silly name? I guess it’s the most accurate, since you did come from eggs. Soon you will be one month old! Hahaha! Biology can be odd sometimes.

    It’s not just biology, though! Ecology is certainly strange and confusing, and nothing is stranger and more confusing than the ecology of Ethyraia. I’m sure you have all noticed the sinkholes appearing more and more often these days. Do not be alarmed! Not because there is nothing alarming, but because alarm leads to panic and panic leads to more danger!

    For the time being, please follow these helpful tips for sinkholes:
    1. If you see a sinkhole, go the opposite direction.
    2. If you fall into a sinkhole, try not to cry. Instead, yell for help!

    I think these are sufficient enough guidelines to follow, yes?

    Remember, be careful out there! And protect your squishy selves. You never know when you might be useful later. Then it would be a shame if your squishy self was gone. We’d all be very sad. Or most of us. Or some of us. At least me, to the capacity that an AI can be sad.

    Stay safe! Cartagena out.

    On June 14th, the first of the critters emerges from the sinkhole in the gymnasium. These creatures are roughly a meter tall at the shoulder, blind, with enormous clawed forepaws and supernumerary hind-legs that appear shrunken and shrivelled and barely provide function. These creatures have tough, armored hides and truly, truly awful breath. They are capable of tearing through metal with their claws, and small arms fire does nothing to them. Within the day, dozens of them have skittered into the base. They seem as confused and afraid to be in here as the basecamp’s residents are to have them here. However, these are wild animals; they react to their fear with sharp teeth and claws. A few perseverant critters find their way into the cafeteria, sniffing out food, while others can be found gnawing on cables that power the lights for the basecamp.

    Chief Security Officer Rémi will be quick to pursue an extermination plan. The problem is big enough that the PCs are encouraged to help out, and those who volunteer will be quickly accepted, as long as they aren't trying to offer their own bright ideas.

    A few notes:
  • To volunteer to help out with engineering, please visit the QUESTIONS sub-thread.

  • If your character would volunteer to help security exterminate the creatures, or if they would disregard the security force and go after the critters on their own, please let us know in the QUESTIONS thread so we can talk about what this would look like. Rémi isn’t well-known for liking people who subvert the chain of command.

  • By JUNE 30TH at 21:00 EST, please respond to the CRITTER WRANGLING comment with how you vote the critters get dealt with — extermination, rehoming, or something else. If someone has already commented with your characters’ IC preference, please add your +1 under other people’s comments, so it’s easier for us to sort.
  • cryptoherpetology: (Default)

    [personal profile] cryptoherpetology 2021-06-20 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
    He's used to explaining human stuff to cryptids, so he will be pretty good at explaining human cuisine/tastes ("The preference for shellfish over insect based foods is probably because a lot of our cultures associate bugs with uncleanliness and disease" and then maybe a side-ramble into the historical and modern uses of medicinal leeches and maggots before getting back to the actual topic).

    He's not trusting enough yet to hand over any How to Kill Us Most Efficiently type info, but if they pick up on that telepathically, they'll probably notice he's equally suspicious of just about every other human around him.

    And that's the end of my questions. If there isn't anything that needs to be corrected or expanded on here, feel free to drop this for more pressing mod-things!
    Edited 2021-06-20 05:54 (UTC)
    freightcars: (165)

    [personal profile] freightcars 2021-06-20 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
    ( Nat talk to you? The look he shoots back is a very mild, come on, man. No, they didn't — not recently, nothing that's making him do this right now. He just knows how he's been, and he's seen the look on Steve's face about it in a few different places. When it gets to the point where he wants to step in and say you didn't do anything wrong over an expression he caused his own goddamn self, it's time to take a step back.

    They're not built for this, but Steve somehow picks up on one exact thought running through his mind as clear as if he'd said it out loud, so whatever they were built for can't be all that bad.

    He reaches out, curling the hand of his freshly-bandaged arm around one of Steve's shoulders.
    )

    Gonna be sick of your face by the time we get outta here anyway.

    ( Doubtful. Hasn't happened in thirty-something or a hundred-something years.

    If they get outta here, that is. Time traveling forward seems to stick for them way more than traveling back. He's not gonna say that, though.
    )
    figlia_morbida: ([word up])

    ii!

    [personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-06-20 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
    [Well, she volunteered, but she didn't expect to get teamed up with anyone.

    The fact he's not armed doesn't escape her notice, and she eyes her companion curiously when he's not looking her way.

    They'd met before...but she hasn't thought too much about him since then, other than that he seemed awfully nonchalant about danger, and here he is now, staring down another dangerous situation with her.

    Trish peers around the door, making a face at the ugly thing, one of many of the cadre of other ugly things currently making life more miserable, as if that should even be possible.
    ]

    Lure it how? It seems to be enjoying itself.

    [The crunch of wires makes her twitch. Ugh, awful creatures. Unless this guy is willing to sacrifice any electronics of his, she's not sure they have bait handy.]

    I don't think it will take kindly to our presence. But if there's just one, killing it might be faster.

    [On that note, she expects him to return the response of: how? For her part, she's armed with a metal pipe she'd picked up on the way...there was a lot of debris with the sinkholes practically tearing the place apart.]
    figlia_morbida: ([sugar man])

    [personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-06-20 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
    [Trish's frown deepens, and she turns the scrap she'd picked up around in her hands, inspecting it instead of looking at Alina. it's a feather cap, probably from one of the plays earlier today.

    Alina's tone is hard to miss, and it sounds to Trish like Alina knows exactly what she means.
    ]

    If you want to sabotage your trust here, be my guest. It's not really my business.

    [Everyone's feelings towards the people of the Adamant are complicated, sure, but the lack of tact some of the Hatchlings have...

    Normally Trish wouldn't comment on it, but if the Adamant's survivors start to expect similar behavior from the other hatchlings, the generally charitable attitude towards their presence might change.
    ]

    But if the Thessyx don't take you, what are you going to do?
    portolan: (Default)

    [personal profile] portolan 2021-06-20 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
    Fabulous. We are go on the play, Trish wants to sing after, and a few people have offered art. For a title, Balthier will suggest Friends of the Leviathan.
    unfastens: (of a molotov cocktail)

    [personal profile] unfastens 2021-06-21 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
    How would we herd animals that can burrow like this? More importantly, what would be the benefit of doing so?
    unfastens: (let the willing go the willing)

    [personal profile] unfastens 2021-06-21 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
    [ not that Bruno isn't clever, but Illumi might be underestimating how intense his disguise is. He looks absolutely nothing like the Illumi Bruno knows, and the only reason Bruno even has a suspicion that something is up is the fact that he hasn't seen this guy before - a face like that isn't one you forget. The pins are another clue, but it's a long leap from "Illumi has a pin-based power" to "Illumi's pin power can also be used to make him look like a completely different person." Bruno's eyes linger on the pin for a moment before he fixes Illumi with his usual stony gaze, though perhaps a bit more - yes, suspicious. ]

    I am.

    [ though maybe not as much of the Thessyx at this moment. The fact that he can sense life also hearkens back to Illumi's powers from before, but Bruno remains unsure what their relationship is. He'll have to try and suss it out during this conversation. ]

    They've made it clear they have some connection to us specifically. I'm not going to assume it's a positive one.

    [ it sounded culty, which is worrying... ]
    unfastens: (deprived of all that we're blessed with)

    dw i didn't even see it. also sorry this is belated, i was away last week!

    [personal profile] unfastens 2021-06-21 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [ he will stand by his belief that bugs and snails are a hundred times more palatable than nutrient paste. At least he's not the only one not afraid to try something new! ]

    I think that depends on what their intentions are.

    [ if they truly are psychic, he supposes they already know he's skeptical, but perhaps their lack of reassurances in that case only proves his point. ]

    They seem friendly enough, but I'm concerned that they know as much about us as they do. They make it sound like this was part of some higher plan.
    unfastens: (in a still-water pond)

    don't give me nier flashbacks

    [personal profile] unfastens 2021-06-21 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Bruno, being ... well, Bruno, did not consider that Trish might want to lean on him a bit here. Rest assured he accompanied her to the feast, but after that, he left her to her own devices. Not out of coldness, but out of his assumptions, as usual: she's tough enough to stand on her own, for one thing, and he knows well enough that she might be embarrassed by his presence in some shape or form if he hovers around her too much. That said, her return is far from unwelcome, and he gives her a nod in acknowledgement. He doesn't seem to notice that she's grossed out by the bug?? Or maybe he does notice and just doesn't care. Both viable options. Fortunately, he's an Italian gentleman, so he politely chews and swallows his many-legged meal before responding. ]

    I do. This all raises more questions than it answers. [ maybe he'll learn something about the eggs and how he ended up here, but he's not sure that something will actually make sense. Their culture is clearly tending more towards the spiritual than technological. (Maybe he should try thinking about this from a more Stand-like perspective.) ] Have you been speaking to them?

    [ he does notice that she seemed somewhat unnerved even before she saw him snacking, and now he's wondering if she learned something unsavory. ]
    figlia_morbida: ([promises promises])

    dont lie u were already lost in the nier sauce

    [personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-06-21 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
    [She didn't mind at first...but the more she listens in, the more her reservations increased rather than decreased. The answers to her questions were frustratingly fantastical or diverted to a different subject, which dropped her encouragement to nil as far as how open these guys could be. Which is decidedly unfair if they're telepathic?!

    The last thing a teenager wants is something that can genuinely read her mind. At least Bruno, in all his wisdom, still got some things wrong. It makes him infinitely more approachable than their new guests.

    Speaking of Bruno, thank goodness he has manners. Trish chances a glance at him, though she will look away from him again if he goes for another bite...
    ]

    I've asked them some questions...but for an advanced race, they talk in proverbs more than anything else.

    [Hmph. Trish is clearly unimpressed.]

    What's bothering me is the convenience of this. From what I've heard, this is the first time they've ever appeared. Maybe they have their reasons for showing up now, but I'm pissed off they'd leave these people to fend for themselves for years if they have resources.

    [She can't imagine being that cold...]

    Then they come to bring us gifts like they want to make the people stuck with us hate us that much more.

    [She parted with her offering mostly because they were gross, sure, but also because it made the survivors watching this whole affair happy.

    Most of all, it scares her that they just knew the hatchlings were here. It doesn't bode well when someone has an advantage like that. In any case, Trish clearly has a lot of thoughts and she's not sure she's even pinned them all down yet.
    ]
    needfully: (pic#14877874)

    [personal profile] needfully 2021-06-21 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Illumi looks on to the ensuing barbecue with little sympathy— that is, once he gathers himself up from being slammed into the ground. He's lucky that he ended up on the same side as her, away from the heat, and while he's frankly astonished to see such a display of power, he doesn't startle from it, nor does he flinch away from the flames. He simply rises to his feet, dusting himself off and taking a calm step further back, standing parallel with her. ]

    How long can you keep that up?

    [ The beast, for all its bluster, is getting cooked alive. You know, slowly, thanks to all that heavy-plate armor. For what it's worth, Illumi speaks up to be heard above the creature's cries, keeping his eyes on the beast's movements as it thrashes around violently and backwards - his own hand raises in a similar fashion to hers. ]

    Indefinitely?

    [ As he speaks, a sinister energy emits off from him, potent and thick - and as it grows, the bones in the beast's face begin to warp this way and that, particularly the eye socket surrounding that special needle (which, oddly enough, seems unaffected by the heat.) This seems to further incapacitate it, it's shrieks giving way more to pain than to anger; it seems more interested in trying to dust off the flames with more dirt from the sinkhole than take any further swipes at them, as it stands. ]
    trassel: (30.)

    thessyx greeting (for nina)

    [personal profile] trassel 2021-06-21 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Strange visitors are walking around the base. Matthias receives the gift of a meal politely, keeping his suspicion to himself. There is already a female captain on this base, he has sat here and given innumerable concessions. ]

    [ There is meat here. He saves a little of it for Trassel, who has patiently borne the protein slop — the rest, he offers to the others, those of greater need. He's no smiler, puzzled with the few he earns in return, but keeps anyway. As gifts must be honoured. ]

    [ Nina must be having the time of her life, though. It takes little to find her — at the sidelines instead of the centre of attention. Trass bounds towards her first, going up to her to nose at her hand, with Matthias a little way behind him. ]
    brosbeforeprose: (the show must go on)

    [personal profile] brosbeforeprose 2021-06-21 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    The critter chitters a bit with its mouth parts - which Varric has seen in more than enough detail the past couple of days to last a lifetime - but he thinks he might be able to get to Banshee through the doorway. He can tell it's Banshee - he can see the lights in his periphery vision.

    "I'm going to take my leave, I think," in the same tone as he slowly, smoothly slips around the creature - it turns, swaying as it follows his movements - and backs up towards the doorway, "and holy shit, I hope this door locks."

    Please tell him it does, Banshee.
    brosbeforeprose: (don't stop me now)

    [personal profile] brosbeforeprose 2021-06-21 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    It's like something out of his own wilder and drunker stories. The creature right about to take a bite out of both Varric and Bianca suddenly launches forwards, gets to an impressive height and speed and then violently hits the nearest wall. Varric first lies down abruptly to avoid getting smacked in the head, then ends up following its progress upside down, head tilting comically without getting up.

    "Well--"

    And then a girl who looks like a perfectly normal human to Varric - who aggressively lacks all supernatural attunement - pulls him to his feet. She's unarmed, so either this was magic or someone's been eating her eggs and bacon in the morning.

    "Don't have to tell me twice!"

    Running with a giant crossbow in your hands is a struggle, but not much more of one than running with it on your back, so Varric doesn't bother to stow it.

    "Can you do that again if you need to?" he asks, breathless with adrenaline as he runs in the opposite direction of the critter, looking for a door or something they can put between them and it.
    fortyforged: (memory slipped)

    [personal profile] fortyforged 2021-06-21 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
    The Exo takes that cue, holding the door as he watches Varric start to ease his way around. He looks back at the oversized creature, unsure that he trusts it won't follow. It's still behaving at least, and once Varric reaches the door, Banshee steps back to let him in.

    Wordlessly, he points out the sliding bolt that acts as the door lock, a thick bar of metal maybe several inches across and twice as long. How effect that would be against the critter should it get it in its mind to want in after its new friend, he can't say, but it's still an additional barrier between them. For the moment.
    fortyforged: (order's ready)

    feast

    [personal profile] fortyforged 2021-06-21 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
    [The food's interesting but seems like it would be better enjoyed by others, and he's not too sure why it's been limited to the newcomers. Hardly seems fair to him, so he's accepted his portion to pass on to those who've been here longer.

    His head lifts when he finds a drink held out to him, turning his glowing optics towards the woman who's offered it. Well, it'd be rude not to accept. Been a while since he's had a drink too. Metal digits carefully take the offered cup.
    ]

    ...what're we toasting?
    brosbeforeprose: (save me)

    [personal profile] brosbeforeprose 2021-06-21 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Notes," he says with more drama than this strictly requires, "on the thessyx."

    He taps the pen - much more convenient than a quill, he has to admit - on the paper of his notebook.

    "I've been talking to them since they got here - it turns out some of them are more talkative than others. It's all about what you've got to offer, I guess. Clearly I'm just that charming."

    He says the last line half-sarcastically, like he doesn't really believe that himself but he's going to let his mouth run anyway.

    "So, I figure if I ever write about this whole experience, I'll need some notes."
    brosbeforeprose: (calling all girls)

    [personal profile] brosbeforeprose 2021-06-21 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
    People who listen to Varric have a decently high survival rate! It's not 100%, but it's...high enough. He tries to keep it higher.

    "Just trying to get everything in order. I'm writing down everything I've learned so far about our visitors." One of them happens to pass the table at that moment, and Varric nods at them with a friendly grin. Their...fins? Gill things? He's not sure, but whatever they are, they ripple a bit in a way that might be a sign of acknowledgement. He'll take it.

    "Have you talked to any of them yet?" He is not troubling to hide that he has an idea what the answer is. But he's asking - maybe he's wrong!
    brosbeforeprose: (killer queen)

    [personal profile] brosbeforeprose 2021-06-21 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
    Varric makes a comical oof sort of sound as a large blur of person skids down, grabs the back of the neck of his coat like a cat grabbing an unruly kitten and drags him back. But! Luckily, Varric's aim is true - and the snapping mouth bits of whatever this animal is miss him by inches - and a crossbow bolt sends a spattering of dark liquid dotting the ground where he just was.

    Somehow - he'll never remember his methods - he manages to get to his feet with Bianca in both his hands and scrambles away as fast as he can manage it, right on the tail of -

    "Scales?" Solid, but adaptable. Defies expectations of people who don't know any better. ...and a nickname for a guy who would probably tame a dragon if the opportunity arose. It's not always that deep.

    "Hey, I can't help if I'm sodding delicious." He doesn't cast a backwards glance at the critter, which might be dead by arrow to the soft bits or might be chasing them this very second.

    "Please tell me you have a hidey-hole. Or a cunning plan. Or a very big weapon."
    neversmall: (100)

    [personal profile] neversmall 2021-06-21 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Nina quite enjoys special treatment; she does not enjoy the necessary envious outflow of it. She makes a point of taking a very large portion and trying a little of everything before gathering a small crowd around her: You have to try this and pretending not to see the way resentment softens, one shared bite at a time.

    Then, suddenly, an isenulf.

    "Oh, yes, hello Trouble," shaking her head and laughing a bit to dispel the sudden tension. "Don't worry, I saved some for you."

    It's a bug, Trass, but it's a meaty bug. You can eat it while Nina's saved a portion for -- oh, there he is. ]


    Matthias! [ A welcoming smile, beaming out to him. ] You have to try this.
    trassel: (13.)

    [personal profile] trassel 2021-06-22 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He has a tin in his hands, a small box one might buy at a sweet shop in Fjerda. Matthias does not set it aside, holding it with one hand as he politely gestures no. ]

    Thank you, I have already had my equal share.

    [ And the rest of it all given away. ]

    As did he, [ with a slightly accusing glare at Trass, who has flopped down to enjoy this lovely meaty bug, thank you Nina! You're the best! ] but you never know it, from him.
    figlia_morbida: ([times like these])

    [personal profile] figlia_morbida 2021-06-22 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
    What is a good story without excellent timing?

    Trish sort of puffs her cheeks when she hauls Varric to his feet - she didn't think twice about it thanks to adrenaline but she is definitely not as strong as Spice Girl - but thankfully he doesn't notice her straining before he's got a handle on his own two feet. Whew.

    She eyes his crossbow, which is a useful weapon...that is unfortunately a tough shot when their targets have small weak spots. Aiming for the throat is a great idea! He just needs a better vantage point than "right in front of it". It'd be a lot faster than Spice Girl pummeling these things to death one at a time...ugh, Trish misses her metal pipe.

    As for a door, there is one further down this pathway, but it seems rather flimsy, doesn't it? Trish jogs after him, considering their surroundings. The door could work, but...

    "I can do a hell of a lot better than that!"

    Spice Girl agrees, since the floor is a decent launching pad when needed, but it takes a lot of internal trauma before these things finally succumb...tough bastards. As much fun as it is to turn this space into a bouncy castle of blunt force trauma, it's not practical.

    "Can you kill it if I hold it still long enough?"

    She considers instead, Varric's crossbow looking like a much more appealing option with the sheen of sharp metal resting in her maw. He has to be a good shot if he can propel himself through the air like that...!
    neversmall: (008)

    [personal profile] neversmall 2021-06-22 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
    Did you? [ She doubts it, although she's quite sure Trassel had already eaten. What does that matter, honestly?

    She makes a laughing excuse to the small crowd and briefly reaches out to tug Matthias with her. When they're alone enough that he won't be embarrassed, she holds up a particularly interesting looking specimen. ]


    But did you try this one?
    trassel: (24.)

    [personal profile] trassel 2021-06-22 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He huffs a sound. ]

    Nina.

    [ Her quest to feed him is very entertaining. Just as Trassel gives in to every little snack, so does Matthias in contrast resist it. ]

    I already told you.

    [ He took his fair share! Fair was little to nothing at all, and that's fine. ]

    In fact, I came here to ask you to try something, [ showing her the box. ]
    neversmall: (091)

    [personal profile] neversmall 2021-06-22 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ She glances down at the box and her face lights up. She doesn't have to worry about any double meanings from Matthias. He has something he wants her to try; that's enough. ]

    All right. We'll swap. Let's go.

    [ Someplace where it's not just private enough, but it's actually just them. And Trassel, who has reappeared and is nosing at Nina for what she has saved for Matthias. Too bad, Trass, this isn't for you. ]

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