lifeaftr | Ruins Mingle Log!

Who: Newt Geiszler

ohnehalfte and EVERYONE
What: So a bunch of people headed up towards the ruins, so they've got to all run into each other and start to congregate, right???
When: Evening of the mingle log and onwardish.
Where: The Ruins
Warnings: Um...same as the mingle log?

The beach curves up a gentle slope until it meets forest, some manner of building visible through the trees. Further exploration of this area will reveal a dilapidated building of sorts; the architecture is indiscernible to even the most skilled eye. Despite looking as if it has seen better days, there are areas that offer some form of shelter...and who knows what else. Just because it appears uninhabited doesn’t mean you won’t wind up pleasantly, or unpleasantly, surprised.

[ooc: Hey y'all! I thought this might be a good place to start getting larger groups of characters together to do some exploring, settling down, banding together and figuring out rations, etc. Feel free to throw up any threads of your own for specific things like exploration groups, a gathering in the entrance hall, whatever strikes your fancy or that you think your character would organize. Have a party!

Edit: Additionally, there is now an OOC Post for those that want to handwave their character signing up for ruin exploration]

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[Frisk absorbs Ed's anecdote silently, quieting the rasp of the knife against shell to ensure they don't miss anything. It sounds nice. Frisk didn't have anyone to explore the outdoors with when they were little -- it was mostly just them, nature, and a curfew that didn't exist beyond getting home before the front door locked. Sometimes even that wasn't worth it.]

[They seem about ready to begin deliberating a response when Chara shuffles on up. Frisk looks over with a glance, automatically scooting aside to let their Partner sit down. The only indication that they had ever been avoiding Chara's sight is a quick sweep of their gaze towards the pocket they had seen the razor disappear into; their body language is entirely unconcerned otherwise.]

[In light of Chara's observation, Frisk elects to stay silent and let Ed answer. You could say they're... clamming up? Lol.]

Yeah. Haven't really had a home for a long time.

[He isn't put off by Kidwun's interruption at all, casting them a friendly grin and nod as they settle down beside Kittu. The razor is already tucked away, and Ed is careful to not make any indications of it's presence other than meeting Kittu's worried glance with a reassuring smile. He'll keep it secret, kiddo, no worries.]

Sushi? What's--oh, right, the raw fish stuff. [Edward snickers and sets the coiled rope aside, then plucks up some long sticks he'd grabbed before--the ends have already been cut to a sharp enough point to act as rudimentary skewers.] Most food doesn't look all that great until you prepare it, does it? Even I don't drool over a plain raw steak, you know.

[Is it appropriate to joke about being an animal around kids you're wanting to be on good terms with? Hell if he knows.]

[They miss the shared glances, attention solely on the clam in Frisk's hand. A moment later, they seat themself, casually reaching into their boot to pull out a hunting knife of similar make to their Partner's.

It likely would do a better job than the pink knife on their hip.]

We don't have much familiarity with seafood- but I suppose we'll see how it tastes when prepared.

[Their lips quirk upwards, glancing over at Frisk slyly. It's too- them. Who they really are, but the temptation is too high to ignore it.]

You feel like your taste-buds are going to have an adventure.

[Frisk's mouth presses into a thin, humored line, and they pass off a small palmful of clams to Chara. Taking another one for themself, they hold it out in front of them and repeat the process, slowly, for their Partner to follow.]

Crab apples aren't that bad.

[With two flicks of their wrist, the clam shell pops open and the meat inside slides into the bowl. They've always been a quick learner.]

[If Kidwun's odd comment catches Edward's attention, he doesn't show it. He does notice the strange prolifery of knives between the two kids--what is this, five that he's counted now? Six? He can't specifically remember the look of the one Kidwun drove into the mast of the raft, but he's almost certain that one was different in some way.]

[There's probably a joke somewhere in this, but he's not sure he would like it very much.]

I'm pretty sure crabapples aren't related at all to crustaceans--'least not the ones I've seen before. [He casts a questioning glance at the two, then grins.] I've usually had the normal kind of fish before, so it'll be a learning experience for all of us.

[Oh Ed, don't be silly. They don't have six knives.

Chara only has five.]

I agree with Edward; crab apples are not seafood, Kittu. [Accepting the small pile of shells, they watch Frisk's approach to opening them, before taking a go at it themself. Their motions are quick and efficient- once they've attempted the first, they're quickly moving onto the next.] If none of us are familiar with these, I suppose we'll also be experimenting on cooking times.

[Their nose wrinkles in faint disagreement -- in their opinion, any apple that salty is more seafood than fruit -- but they don't insist their point. Their eyes are on Chara's work, watching to make sure they've mastered it before returning to their own clams.]

[They know absolutely nothing about cooking clams, actually.]

Does the smell go away when you cook them?

[It's pretty rank my dudes.]

[ಠ_ಠ Chara.]

[Both siblings are quick learners, and Ed watches over Kidwun and Kittu's efforts for a moment more before plucking a few pieces of clam meat out of the bowl to stab onto the skewers.]

I would think so, but we'll find out. They'd probably smell a little better after being washed, but I don't wanna use up the drinking water right now.

Fair. [They know that most things are killed off by heat- they should be safe enough for Frisk to eat, shouldn't they?

...Perhaps they'll try one first, just in case.

Plus, Edward brings up another point. Again, their attention diverts back to Frisk, eyeing them off critically.]

Have you had anything to drink since we arrived here?

[And no, Partner. Coconut ice cream doesn't really count.]

No. [Their answer honest, they seem more interested in eying Edward skewer chunks of clam meat. Does that kill them, they wonder, or has prying them out of their shells already done that job? Either way, Frisk certainly doesn't feel the cold pull of LV frosting the edges of their SOUL, so they think they're probably safe with this style of food preparation.]

[Maybe one day they'll stop examining every flicker of violence they ever inflict on anything.]

[Then they seem to register Chara's words in context, and give a firmer shake of their head as they return to their task. Thirst is the lesser discomfort right now, when their SOUL still feels akin to a blinking light unhinged from its wires in the aftermath of that broken LOAD.]

I'm not thirsty again yet.

[That might sound contradictory to Ed, but doubtless Chara will get it.]

[It does give him pause, and Ed raises an eyebrow at the odd phrasing. It doesn't sound like misunderstood grammar, nor do are they anywhere near delirious enough to have their speech affected--nevermind that it wouldn't be so laser targeted like that.]

[While he continues preparing the skewer Ed's tail snakes into his pack and pulls out another coconut shell half, then reaches around to place it on the ground between Kittu and Kidwun. Holding the first skewer out over the fire, he casts them a smile.]

Wouldn't hurt to have some now, anyway.

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of course you tagged right in the like six hour window of me not having a paid how in the fuck