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Dr. Newton Geiszler (CRAU) ([personal profile] ohnehalfte) wrote in [community profile] lifeaftr2017-10-12 08:00 pm

Nothing like the smell of rotting ape corpse in the morning

Who: Newt and Everyone Who Either Commented or Is Listed in This Post
What: Searching that Monkey Compound
When: 10/7
Where: Everyone's on a D8
Warnings: Rotting monkey corpses? IDK, tag ur stuff, friendos


"Picking over the remnants of that bloody battle will prove quite advantageous, as long as you don't mind the smell. Not only did the monkeys fashion several abodes mounted in the branches of the trees in the compound, but they had quite a supply of various items on hand. For those who may have been concerned about islet over-crowding, it seems they need not worry; most of the homes remain undamaged, and aside from the strong smell of monkey, are completely habitable."

"Investigating the back of the compound will reveal a very small plot of farmland, where several rows of plants with dark green leaves can be seen growing. Anyone with a knack for identifying useful plants - or anyone who's simply willing to take one for the team and give them a taste - will soon discover that these leaves are the plants from which the monkeys drew their sedative. It makes quite a useful anesthetic in a pinch!"

"The sigil etched deeply onto the door itself will, as the Storyteller warned, be quite effective in keeping people out. The door repels any and all efforts to break through it; those sensitive to magic may note that it does indeed exude a very powerful and dense aura that makes its origins difficult to discern. One thing is clear, however: it will take a great deal more than teamwork between mortals to get through it." ( x )

[Welcome to the Mingle Log, Fam. Around you are the rotting corpses of many dead apes. There's also many items for you to lay claim to. Or you might feel like checking out those sweet sweet monkey nests. Or checking out that door. Whatever you feel like doing, leave a top level for people to pester you with. Or pester other people with top levels. The Mingle Log is your Oyster.]
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[personal profile] jinglejangle 2017-10-12 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Science?

[Because anything happening in a field of corpses with no regulations is definitely science.

Still, that's not the reason McCree is hesitating. It's got more to do with the fact that Newt doesn't look like the most trustworthy fella.]


I'll give it a try if you go first, partner.
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[personal profile] jinglejangle 2017-10-12 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, an offer like that is harder to say no to.]

Alright, then. If this kills us it's all on your head.

[But he'll take the leaf with a grin. Bottoms up, Newt.]
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[personal profile] jinglejangle 2017-10-12 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[The cavalry's here.]

See ya on the other side.

[The taste isn't anything McCree recgnizes. It tastes a lot like, well. Plant.

At least if it's deadly, it's not an instant death.]
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[personal profile] jinglejangle 2017-10-12 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Cab feel anyfin'.

[Heh. Jokes.

In all seriousness, though, he's definitely got the whole awful sensation of numbness in his mouth. Thanks for dragging him into this mess, Newt.]


Sciende was a bab choice.
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[personal profile] jinglejangle 2017-10-15 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
'S gon' geb ya killed.

[And probably him as well, at this point.]

Don' loo' nubby.

[good night, sweet consonants, he knew ye well]
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[personal profile] jinglejangle 2017-10-25 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Dubbin mean ye wond.

[Oh, wow, he barely even understands what he's saying. Sorry about all of this, Newt.]

Yeb, nub. [He laughs, though with his mouth and lips and entire face just numb...well. It doesn't sound all that great.

After a moment, he picks a leaf for himself. He's not going to eat it. Probably. But he is going to look up at Newt with a challenge in his eyes and...he can't smirk at the moment, but it's there in spirit.]
Donb thing a fuleef woub kill you.