un: worm wife / text

[wifedup]

( There is absolutely someone out there fucking with Wen Kexing, and so if anyone mentions the state of his new name he's going to commit Attrocities. He's here for a reason ... admittedly a potential wife reason, but still! You mention being a worm one time and fate laughs at you. )

It's come to my attention we're all very demure about our own skill sets. When it comes to trying to work together that reticence might be to our detriment. Especially considering the wealth of people we have here, what if one of us is in need of a carpenter and we don't know where to go? Or a scribe, those might be handy with all the terrible meetings we have to listen to. Or a healer, even.

( A healer especially, but he is the most subtle and anyone implying otherwise needs to be quiet. )

And so, I thought it might be a good idea if we instead shared what we were good at. I can go first.

Cooking.
A pursuer of scholarly endeavours.
Passable martial arts.
Provider of wine.

If anyone needs any poetry or lessons in how not to burn water then I am certainly your man. I know these aren’t exactly the more useful of skills, but there are bound to be more capable people out there. We need to help each other in these trying times, after all.

( We also need to not be lying bastards, but oh well. )

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[wifedup]

( See, that's passable! Why is he the one with the terrible attachment? )

Luckily right now I'm bitter and hard to swallow. Any fish would have a tough time.

But that's good. At least nobody here will starve then, that's two for two. And we can make banner's advertising the feast.

[inkfire]

Oh, so you could be used for bait.

No one will starve and they don't even have to suffer bad food. Some people here really shouldn't attempt to cook.

[wifedup]

Do you have many fish you're in need of catching? I find a spear better for that.

And we could always offer lessons, but amidst all the mayhem and murder finding a suitable kitchen spot could prove a little difficult. There's always hope, though.

[inkfire]

I'm not on cooking duty right now, so I have no need of fish. Though, I do wonder if they are infected by the black water.

Maybe when we leave here. There's usually something that takes us to another spot, and it often has some better chances of offering places to cook. The train was terrible though, it had food that made people cry or laugh.

[wifedup]

Well, now I have to change my dinner plans.

( No more fish in his diet, thank you very much Mo Ran. )

Poisons? Or something else?

[inkfire]

Best not to eat the fish until we're sure.

[ he's just looking out for his friends ]

Something else. People had emotional fits and then were okay after a little while, and it just appeared to be in the dishes, not the ingredients.

[wifedup]

It makes you wonder, doesn't it? No matter where we go there is something playing with us. I've only been a part of the company since the house, but even then I've seen far too much that wants to play with my emotions.

It's a running theme, and a strange one.

[inkfire]

It's consistent, whatever it is. I woke up here on a raft, joined the group on a pirate ship, and it's been like this since then.

Would be nice to figure it out.