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

[tuskenlancer]

[ In a way, maybe it's lucky that neither of them have a choice in the matter. CT can long for home, Wash can hope that she stays, and no matter what happens in the end, it won't be either of their faults. She can simultaneously want to go home and be glad that she's here with Wash and she doesn't have to decide.

She makes a small, melancholy noise, and looks away. ]

A couple of months.

[ Not nearly long enough. ]

[counterblows]

[A couple months.]

[How long will it be before she's been here longer than she was there? Has that already happened? Is she counting the days? Tracking the threshold?]

[Don't think about it.]

Must have been some...pretty good months.

[tuskenlancer]

[ It's been almost three months, now. Unquestionably longer than the time she'd had in Kirkwall, no matter how generously she counts the days. ]

Yeah.

[ But her throat hurts suddenly, so much that she has to choke out the single word, and while she'd been okay talking about it before, suddenly she's...not anymore. Another sound escapes her, more distressed this time, and she turns her face away, wiping her eyes. ]

Sorry, I...

[counterblows]

No, I'm...sorry. I - [Shouldn't have brought it up. Shouldn't have, but still did, still asked, like that would help. Like that would do anything but fog her brain with memories of people she can't see and places she can't visit.]

[There's no guarantee she can ever go back.]

[ You ever notice every time you open your mouth you make things worse?]

[tuskenlancer]

It's okay.

[ She'd chosen to talk about it, after all. She could have changed the subject long before now, if she'd wanted to. Should have, maybe. But...

She sucks in a shaky breath, then turns back to Wash. ]

It's...it's good to talk about it, sometimes.

It helps remind me that...it really happened.

[ That it wasn't all a hallucination, or a dream, no matter how far away and inaccessible it all seems now. ]

[counterblows]

Maybe you could...ask for something from it? You know, from the Storyteller.

[Wash did contribute to this little clothing pile, after all. It was more to test the verisimilitude of the entire system than anything else, but he came away with the acknowledgment that at least the exchange of stories for material goods works.]

[Meaning that he can tell his abstracted, clipped, after-mission report-esque "stories" and those can still net him something.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ The Storyteller. She glances sidelong at him, the doubt clear on her face. She doesn't have to explain it. Not to Wash.

And maybe it's a little hypocritical to ask, while she's standing here picking through clothes that someone else's story had bought them, but she's asking anyway. ]

Do you really think that's a good idea?

[counterblows]

I've been experimenting. What counts as a "story" is pretty...loose, actually. You don't even have to get into specifics.

[His use of them ultimately boils down to that which is purely utilitarian - his paranoia would never allow for anything else - but those "offerings" apparently still counted to the clothing pile, so he'll call that a win.]

[tuskenlancer]

Hmm.

[ You don't get something for nothing, though. Stories for favors seems like a simple enough proposition on the surface, but what's the point? There must be more to it than that. ]

Why do you think he wants to hear them? The stories.

[counterblows]

They said it's what...powers them. From what everyone else is saying, this whole thing with the clothes gave them kind of a boost after the flowers.

[Forty offerings is evidently enough to boost a god after reviving something like two-dozen people all at once.]

[tuskenlancer]

Cause that makes sense.

[ On the other hand, "they" also say that he's a god. How's she supposed to say how gods work? ]

Do you believe them?

[counterblows]

I don't trust anything that claims to be in charge, just as a rule.

[He learned that lesson late, but boy, boy did he learn it.]

But if no one else is going to get us what we need to survive, I'm going to use what I can.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Desperation, then, rather than trust. But if even Wash is willing to give it a shot here...

And she knows that plenty of other people share stories every month, with no ill effects - yet. As far as she knows, the Storyteller's never done anything to harm any of them.

(Yet.)

She nods slowly. ]

Maybe.

I'll think about it.

[counterblows]

I can't say I like it, but I also don't know any other supply for ammunition.

[He hasn't used any stories for ammo yet, but he's been pretty conservative. God help them the minute they run into something that actually can be cut down with bullets.]

[tuskenlancer]

That's why knives are better.

[ Wash chill it with the guns, they're literally in tropical paradise here. ]

[counterblows]

[Hey. Hey, now.]

It's not like I don't have any knives. It's just good to have a long range option.

[tuskenlancer]

[ She's just saying. ]

Throwing knives is a long-range option.

[counterblows]

Until you run out, sure.

[The bottom line is that you simply shouldn't run out of knives, in theory, but what kind of strategy is that?]

[tuskenlancer]

It's easier to retrieve knives than spent ammo.

[counterblows]

You're the worst. You're the kind of person that brings knives to gun fights.

[Though Felix did bring a sword to a gun fight, and that was working out pretty well in his favor.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ Well, it's true. She shrugs. ]

If you're good enough, a knife is all you need.

[ And if you're not, you end up with an axe in your gut - but she's not thinking about that. Not right now. ]

[counterblows]

[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE]

Yeah, until the other person brings an energy sword.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Okay, he has a point there. But... ]

How many people with energy swords have you seen on Enso?

[counterblows]

[Well. None. But, but the point, the point there is - ]

There are at least two that could show up. Probably.

[tuskenlancer]

I'll take my chances.