CLOTHING ADVENTURES

[lightlessfuture]

Who: Anyone! Everyone!
What: Clothes were requested. Clothes are now granted.
When: morning of the 22nd initially
Where: meet me at the room that's literally filled to the brim with clothing in 15 minutes
Warnings: It's just clothes, what could possibly go wrong!
Notes: Everyone gets free clothes whether they participated in the actual request or not. CLOTHES FOR THE ENTIRE ISLAND.


There's a room in the Storyteller's temple; it was once empty, and now it's...not. It is, in fact, full of clothing of all sorts, to the point that it might be slightly difficult to find exactly what you're looking for.

Oh well. It's there now, no takebacks.

Comments

[counterblows]

And the fact that it's milked from...these things with horns? The look like moose, but they're not moose, and they're also bright teal.

[They're actually literally teal deer, and thank god that Wash doesn't have the requisite knowledge of lingo to understand that reverence.]

[uptightness]

[There is so much about that whole sentence that just sounds so wrong...]

Elk? Deer? ... Caribou?

[If it's something else, she has no idea what. None of them are exactly standard milking animals. Or, is it some huge goat that he's talking about?]

[counterblows]

Yeah, but blue.

[This place has its own ecosystem, and that ecosystem is "technicolor wildlife that likes to defy physics." Apparently.]

[uptightness]

I'm sorry, I just- someone is milking them...

[For blue milk... She knows people hunt those kinds of creatures, but milk them? To her knowledge they have never really been domesticated like a cow or a goat.

Although it shifts across her face, that different way of looking at it, because maybe here, they are domesticated?]

I'm just- going to try not to think about that too hard.

[counterblows]

That's kind of how I deal with it. I got some coffee beans a little while ago, but the results aren't...perfect.

[He's so very not good at anything that pertains to the tending of crops or the growing of food or...any kind of grunt work at all. That's a little bit too basic. In theory he could probably learn, but...]

I have no idea how to grow coffee beans, it turns out.

[uptightness]

In other words, decline any coffee that you offer me...

[Not that she would be much better. Plant the bean to make it grow? How long? She knows that beans are roasted for coffee- or she thinks that they always are. She's never actually paid attention to the process of how they get from point a to point b, being her cup.]

[counterblows]

Hey, it's not like there's a surplus of coffee here.

[Caffeine dependency is a liability in the field, and yet? He misses it. He misses having that extra jolt to keep him awake, functional - sentient and vertical by 0700 hours is the ideal.]

[uptightness]

[She won't deny that she will miss a good strong cup of coffee in the morning. Sleep hasn't been easy for her for years, although she's more or less gotten used to the limited hours. The coffee just does give that little kick.]

Can you even call it coffee.

[counterblows]

It's caffeine, okay? It's worth it, even if it tastes like grainy water.

[That's...about the best he's managed thus far. Yep. He's not any good at this.]

[uptightness]

[Just keep digging that hole, Wash, because you are so not selling the idea of your sludge to Carolina.]

Doesn't the restaurant have anything?

[counterblows]

They have, uh...blackberry liquor. And water. With ice.

[It is, shall we say, a loose definition of the word "restaurant." Sometimes that spider lady tries to get you to take coconut cookies, because she clearly has too many of them and would really like to stop looking at them.]

[uptightness]

So very limited menu.

[Carolina supposes it could be worse. No menu. Hunting for your food. Starting fires... Back to the basics.

Yet it fits with this place. Limited menu. Limited clothes.

Beggars can't be choosers.]

Although I'm surprised about the ice.

[counterblows]

Someone makes it. I guess with... [HEAVY. SIGH. HE HATES TO BE THE ONE TO SAY IT. BUT.] ...uh, magic.

[He hates to be the one to have to say it, but there it is. He has Said It.]

[uptightness]

[Her mouth opens, pauses for a moment, before closing again.

There are... Many things that she could say to that answer, but no, she's not going to say any of it. She just adds it to the list of items about this place that she's not entirely certain she wants to delve too closely in to at the moment.

Like, their magic only makes ice? Or why ice? Why not something else...]

So wizards and witches?

[counterblows]

I guess.

[He doesn't WANT to go there, but...you know, that's just where they're at!!! This is how things are now!!]

We got pulled out of different points of time and now live on an island with a talking rabbit who calls themself a god. I think we're beyond drawing arbitrary lines at this point.

[uptightness]

[Those green eyes flicker over to him, narrowing for a moment in thought as she regards him, before giving a softer tip of her head.]

I'm just trying to understand things.

[Not exactly the easiest thing to do. Sure, her world got flipped after Freelancer, but it's not like suddenly there were magicians and talking animals, and who the heck knew what else. Arguably her time with the sim troopers has prepared her better... After all, if you're able to convince someone else that Game of Thrones actually happened...]

You do have to admit this is probably a bit like being inside of Caboose's head though.

[counterblows]

Oh god.

[He kneads at his temples with one hand, knuckling at the side of his skull, as if the pressure might alleviate the spike of protest that swarms up at that little observation.]

Don't...don't say that.

[uptightness]

[A moment, stillness, that alertness shifting across her features before Carolina bends, moving the topic away from that murky territory that it's heading.]

It is strange though. Not having them around. I mean, if anyone would have told me I would have 'retired' with a bunch of sim troopers...

[She would have wondered what drug they were on.

Bending down, she pries free a pair of black pants, which do seem to have juicy stitched across the ass, but... Hmm. She can likely get that off.]

[counterblows]

Agent Carolina, retiring. Never thought I'd see the day.

[He techncially hasn't, yet. The "retirement" in question has been...put on hold, because this might have taken her one island to the next, but Ensō is not what he would call personal reflection material. Or vacation material.]

[Maybe that appeals to her more.]

[uptightness]

Hey. Sarge had a hard time adjusting to inaction as well.

[It... might have taken a little bit of work, which is a bit of an oxymoron, she knows. At least Carolina didn't go stir crazy and take on gravity.... Right?]

[counterblows]

Sarge has always dealt with inaction. He just does a really good job pretending that it isn't.

[In the history of any war, no group of soldiers have been more efficient at doing nothing for entire vast stretches of time.]

[uptightness]

He's pretty gung ho about fighting some enemy.

[If not Blues... Well, he finds others. Robots and Dinosaurs. Gravity. Even Carolina hadn't gone to those measures.]

Not that he got far with any of his pursuits. All he did was lose a vehicle.

[counterblows]

[A groan; uttery unsurprised.]

If it was another warthog, then my sympathy goes out to Lopez.

[uptightness]

Ya... The warthog went over the cliff, and, well, you can guess the rest.

[Should she point out that Wash had stopped her from stopping it because he wanted to see where it went?]

[counterblows]

Jesus christ.

[It's not even shocking anymore. It just sounds like the same...dumb, pointless shit they always did.]

I guess they really earned themselves a break, huh?