Goal: Obtain Suitable Clothing, Make Storm Repairs

[deranged_practicality]

Who: Isabella and YOU [first prompt locked to Luup and Taako]
What: Daily Life, with a side of finding trousers
When: Sept. 24
Where: the Islets, Enso (around the temple)
Warnings: Will edit in as needed

1 -- closed to Lup and Taako
Isabella had done fieldwork in skirts, but not the sort she wore for an afternoon at home. She'd heard that others had managed to make clothing, so was setting off to look for that. On the other hand, all she knew was 'elves'. But it couldn't be that hard to find two of what should be mythological creatures among the several dozen inhabitants.

Specific mythological creatures, rather than the ones she kept running into, like Muffet and Sans.

Well, no sense putting it off more. "Excuse me?"

2 -- open, Enso
Isabella was being cautious, since the incident with the fustercluck had shown that her intuition about what properly belongs on islands is horribly, horribly wrong. (She's not sure that creature belongs anywhere, to be frank, outside of her nightmares.) So she is staying close to the temple while gathering what she can recognize as vegetables -- never more than one person can eat, though she may consider larger patches. "I wonder if we could transplant these to the islets if we had a trowel."

3 -- open, Islet 4
Also, given the thunderstorm, there is repair work to do. If it wasn't for the stone here, Isabella would pack up and head to Enso, because these islets have no windbreak and her attempts at a roof for her shack was now looking pretty torn up. Consequently, she is picking through the debris, seeing what can be salvaged. Hopefully you won't be fighting her over coconut-leaf thatch.

Comments

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[souris_keteer]

A cheerful voice pipes up behind her.

"Transplant? Whaddya mean by that?"

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[deranged_practicality]

Isabella wasn't expecting the anthropomorphic mouse, but she was going to go with it. "If you dig up a plant with its roots, you can then re-plant it somewhere else."

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[souris_keteer]

Mickey really appreciates her lack of stuttering, pointing, and shouting the obvious. "I didn't know you could do that! That could help us out a whole lot!"

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[deranged_practicality]

Isabella is adapting. "I'm not an expert, so this is a bit of an experiment," she admitted. "But if we take only what we can spare, it would be a help."

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[souris_keteer]

"Is there any way I can help?" Mickey offers with a great big smile.

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[deranged_practicality]

"You can help carry things. And I don't know what kinds of conditions these plants need to grow, so we should tyr multiple places."

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[souris_keteer]

Mickey salutes. "You got it, miss! I'll carry anything and everything you need!"

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[deranged_practicality]

"Missus, actually. Or Dame." The latter, she's not quite used to. But she hasn't been a miss for years now.

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[souris_keteer]

"Okey-dokey, Dame!" Another salute, not really giving it much thought. "No need for titles with me, just Mickey will do!"

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[deranged_practicality]

"Very well then, Mickey," Isabella said. "Let's go take these back to the islets. Best to get them back into the ground quickly."

3

[prettypurpleparlor]

[On the contrary, Muffet stops on her way through the islet to the mana pool because she can't help but be concerned about the state of the house. Perhaps she'd appreciate some assistance?]

Hello, dearie. I see the weather's been rather unkind to you, lately...

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[deranged_practicality]

No worse than expected with the storm.

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[prettypurpleparlor]

Ah, that was a rather sudden storm, wasn't it? Would you like any help with your repairs? I've found it's rather helpful to have something to tie materials down with, and I'm fortunately well-provided with thread.

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[deranged_practicality]

I suppose a spider, of a sort, would be. How strong is it?

[She recalls reading something about the properties of spider silk, but Isabella is used to a large spider being 'the size of your hand' not 'the size of a person'.]

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[prettypurpleparlor]

Yes, nature has thankfully been very helpful on that front. The individual strands are fairly delicate, of course, but if I spin them together into a thicker rope they're quite durable.

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[deranged_practicality]

Then, if you wouldn't mind?

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[prettypurpleparlor]

Not at all.

[Muffet begins spinning out a length of silk cord, thin strands coming from her wrists and being woven together by another pair of hands in a practiced motion. She's going at a steady, careful pace, so as not to strain herself, but it's interesting to watch it taking shape.]

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[deranged_practicality]

[Especially if you are a biology nerd like Isabella.]

Do you need anything?

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[prettypurpleparlor]

[Honestly, Muffet appreciates being interesting to people, Isabella is free to nerd away as she pleases.]

I appreciate the thought, but I don't require anything in particular. If I kept going for too long I'd need food, water, and rest, like with any other physical effort- but I know my limits there well enough to avoid pushing them.

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[deranged_practicality]

That's good. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, and we might need more rope in the future.

FINALLY SORRy

[ohshitsweetflips]

It's an unassuming greeting, but Taako still responds with an about-face just too quick to be graceful, and abruptly forward ears. Mainly due to the fact that Lup, a walking elven plague of obnoxiousness when bored, has turned up to get in his way. He kids, he kids, working at Fantasy Walmart is a pretty excruciating exile, especially at times when no one is particularly into bowls and nets and whatall.

Boy howdy, those sure are a lot of old-timey clothes not at all suited to island life. He really wishes he had time to make a bet on what this lady is after, assuming (incorrectly) Lup would be foolish enough to take it. "Sorry, slow day." He grins, lazy and unapologetic. Go on, ask to speak to the manager. "What are you looking for?"

[hellawrath]

This mythological creature probably doesn't jive super well with whatever image of elves Isabella might have in her head, tiger print tights and heart-shaped sunglasses on even in the relative shade of the ruins, though she is wearing a pretty dope flower crown between her long ears. While Taako is at least pretending to be minding the store by hanging out close to the wares set out on an upturned stone slab, Lup is lounging a few feet off up on the edge of a crumbled wall, one leg dangling lazily.

As this overdressed customer, who looks way more like someone they used to steal from than do honest business with, interrupts their cozy sibling hangout sesh, Lup matches her twin's lazy grin to a T. "And what's your opinion on the merits of eating cookie dough straight outta the bowl?"

No worries

[deranged_practicality]

Well, she does come more for the 'fairy folk are capricious, so be polite to them' school (if you ignore that fairy folk are myths believed by country bumpkins and the Uain), so she's not going to say anything about the tinted glasses.

"I don't suppose you have any trousers for barter? And, I've never eaten cookie dough raw. When I was a child, the cook would have shooed me out of the kitchen if I tried."

[ohshitsweetflips]

Taako is too busy pointing triumphantly at this newcomer to even take pride in the fact he would have won that bet (that he didn't actually offer, and that Lup wouldn't have taken). Pointing, and looking back to Lup with weapons-grade smugness. "See? See? It's not what people do. It's garbage behaviour for animals with no self-control or self-preservation instincts. If you've made it that far why not just make the cookies? If you really want to save time just stuff some flour and chocolate chips into your face, who cares, right? Wash it down with raw eggs! That's what you're doing anyway, so why not!" The lack of any such ingredients here in the moment is the only reason he's calling her bluff with such gleeful scolding. "I'm putting up a holy symbol in the kitchen the next time I make cookies, I swear to God. Lich-proofing is going to be the first step in all my recipes, this lady's cook had the right idea."

That was a fun performance, but this is still a business, and he's finally ready to treat it as such, turning his full attention on a polite customer and ignoring his troll of a sister completely. "I oughta just give you trousers for backing me up, here." He's not going to. "Considering the uh, the diversity of this island, stuff like that's pretty much custom order only. Soooo, yes and no, to answer your question?" Is this still within the bounds of fae behaviour? Actually, it probably is.

[deranged_practicality]

"Yes, that does. Very well, can I trade for some trousers?"

It might be easier to go find the Storyteller, but Isabella trusts real living beings who have to gather real materials to make clothing than magical beings that can conjure things out of the ether. That can be the backup plan.