audio | un: workstormit | in the mouse house

[bravelyrunsaway]

'lo, loves, how're you managing with all the littles crawling all over and shrieking like proper nestlings?

( he doesn't really care how everyone's doing. he doesn't dislike children, he just gets antsy and needs time away due to reasons no one needs to understand. )

Right, those of you looking for a bit of a walk around, we're low on lamp oil. Not just here at the lovely madams, but at the neighbouring homes. I'm heading out to track down what untended, forgotten oil we can find come midday. Anyone care to join?

( a second noted reference after a pause: )

How do you change what it says here for telling who you are to the rest of our merry band of misfits?

( ooc: see the related plot info here! i'll get a log post up at the end of the week. )

Comments

un: nutcracker (text)

[snowcleave]

I am familiar with the Mouse House. I can help you.

un: Black Prince; text

[blackscales]

You don't like your designation?

[ Wrathion cannot properly parse it. Work... storm... it? What does that mean.

Anyway. ]

Lamp oil seems an important commodity. I do prefer to be able to see so I don't drop through a hole in the boards.

[ So sure, he'll come. ]

[bravelyrunsaway]

Thank you, nutcracker. Any warehouses or storage places you recall seeing, offhand, that didn't look thoroughly raided already?

[bravelyrunsaway]

It'd be more useful to have it be part of my name instead of cursing this searing device to work, anyway.

Yes, most the eyes here require it to some degree, and if we find enough to go around we won't have to worry about theft once we're back. Such and so, on it goes.

[blackscales]

Also useful for cooking or resolving disagreements.

[ Oil truly has so many uses. ]

[bravelyrunsaway]

( all different oils are truly wonderful, for various reasons, he agrees. though he laughs to himself reading the second, making the incorrect presumption: )

Different kinds for cooking and pleasure, to be certain, but we may as well keep an eye out for those at the same time.

un: protector izumi | text;

[fushichou]

Ill come with you, can you have too much oil, i dont think so

And you mean for yoru name thing on these devices? Its a settings thing, if i remember right. You have to...uh...

I can jsut show you in person thats probably easer

[bravelyrunsaway]

Black Prince brings up a point that any oils we find are going to be useful, but lamp oil is distinct enough a scent and look we'll likely spot those barrels... somewhere.

Would you, love? The less I have to think about this storm-struck thing the happier I am.

[blackscales]

[ ... Hmm ]

I suspect we resolve disagreements in different ways, but I'll keep an open mind.

[fushichou]

And youll be able to sniff them out for us right? Nice.

I just said i would didn't i? Dont even worry about it, its fine.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Depends on if I'm standing on a battleground or in a bedroom, love, there's a time for every kind of resolution.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Neatly and directly, yes, as long as something nose-killing hasn't been laid over it all. Having tracked down the grease in the past, I don't think any of the people here are wise enough to do that.

( no one expects the wise nose to do as it does. )

Good, I'm out front, see you soon.

( you did offer, pony it up now izumi )

text -> action;

[fushichou]

I feel kind of bad for your nose if it smells that hard, but i guess some oil smells pleasant enough

But yeah hold on a sec

[Kanesada walks out a few minutes later.]

All right, where's your thingy?

[bravelyrunsaway]

Amazing what you adapt to.

( anyway, Licyn tosses him the pendant because heck if i recall what was handed out in start of ye pirate arc, flashing a smile. )

That thingy, or were you wanting to see another?

( there also is his sword as usual, in scabbard and leaning against his leg rather than strapped to his hip. )

[fushichou]

[He doesn't expect to have the device thrown at him, but Kanesada reacts quickly enough to catch it. Still, he gives Licyn a quick look, huffing out a breath.]

If you don't want my help, I'll just leave.

[bravelyrunsaway]

( Licyn simply smiles up at him, patting the stairs to his side (away from his sword on his right) after. )

Clarity in communication is more precious than jewels, love. Come, come, show me what I don't know. One always should strive to learn.

[fushichou]

[Another belabored sigh and Kanesada joins him on the steps. He leans a little closer to Licyn so they can both focus on the communication device.]

All right, it's not really hard, I just guess if you're not used to certain kinds of technology, it can be real confusing. But you see this spot here?

[And then he goes through the steps to get to the name field and texting and all that stuff, it's very believable and totally possible.]

Now you just type out whatever you want. I don't even think there's a character limit.

[bravelyrunsaway]

( aside from inviting the lean, and seeing if shoulders touching provokes a negative response as he looks down at the pendant, he has little to say. this is a demonstration: he feels demonstrated upon. at the end of it, he flicks his fingers at the pendant. )

Mansbane.

[fushichou]

[If their physical closeness makes Kanesada uncomfortable, he does a good job of not showing it.
No, it's fine. This sort of interaction is normal.

He exits that part of the interface and holds out the pendant in the palm of his hand.]

There. You're all done.

[bravelyrunsaway]

( consider this a shoulder to shoulder moment. one with fingers that pluck the pendant back out of a proffered palm with the merest brush against it )

You are a vision of kindness, thank you!

( he says, bowing his head forward and pulling the pendant on over it. )

Now, have you seen a hand-barrel around here?

[fushichou]

[The blossoming of friendship or something or other.]

Sure. Don't mention it.

[Kanesada cocks his head at the question, though, trying to make sense of what Licyn means.]

A what? Like...a gun?

[He really hopes it's not a gun.]

[bravelyrunsaway]

( a blank look, and he shakes his head. )

No, the barrel with a wheel to move things about in. Shaped something like this?

( he uses his hands to sketch out a shape in the air, which is probably not that helpful, but certainly attempted. )

[blackscales]

[ Truly, this man persistently has his mind on anything but the task at hand. It's almost impressive. ]

We'll start with the lamp oil, shall we? Let me know where to meet you.

un: man's greatest treasure

[reparo]

I wish I could answer that question myself. But I can answer the former one.

Yes. Please. I'll come with. I'm good at carrying things in my bag.

[fushichou]

[He watches, trying to make sense of this hand dance.]

...A wheelbarrow or something?

[THIS PROBABLY MAKES MORE SENSE...]

You'd think they'd have something like that around here.