semi-closed catch-all;

[greyjane]

who: Shai, Flint or Ellie.
what: general catch-all log for the month of May
where: All over the place.
warnings: none yet, will update as necessary.
notes: pm me if you want to do something/would like a starter, happy to whip one up. totally open to new/established cr with firefly/memoria stuff here too.




Shai;

[Shai can be found doing all manner of things. She works as an electrical engineer, so feel free to run into her at her place of work. Alternately, she can be found in the gym, jogging at four AM like a crazy person, showing off her extensive electrokinetic powers to crowds she can shock and awe, or hell, she will absolutely come up to you and say hi if you glance in her direction. Feel free to pick something and go from there.

She's also a consummate flirt, so feel free to run into her at a bar where she will definitely buy your character (man or woman) a drink and strike up a conversation in that context as well.]



Flint;

[Flint can usually be found in the library, or doing woodworking at a small shop he's taken out a rental on. Alternately, he hosts a weekly event at a set location near the woods where he teaches swordfighting and grappling! Talk to him about literature and he will be your friend forever.]



Ellie;

[Ellie has moved out of the communal housing complexes and into this awesome place. Existing CR is more than welcome to make house calls, she'll have contacted everyone she has a decent amount of positive CR with to let them know where she is now.

She can also be found in the park throwing around balls (want to get whacked in the head? this is your chance) and off in the woods practicing with archery and guns if you feel like stumbling across her there. She's also keen on monster fighting, exploring, and everything in between.]

Comments

[pundemic]

Ummm...

[She takes a languid sip of her coffee, and then rubs her cheek against her shoulder in thought. The idea of having a choice still sort of blows her fucking mind. She wants to take it all in.]

Savoury. Let's go with savoury.

[spellslots]

Savoury it is.

[He has the ingredients for both on hand, which means it's just a case of fetching the necessary requirements from the fridge and pantry; sometimes using mage hand if he can't be bothered to make two trips.]

You wanna help me chop some shit up to start?

[Or is she too sleepy to be handed a knife?]

[pundemic]

[Ellie has never in her life been too sleepy to be handed a knife, wow?? She reaches out to pick one up, tests its edge with her thumb and then yawns again, steering him out of the way with her free hand so she can have full dominion over the cutting board.]

What'm'I chopping?

[spellslots]

[She literally worried about accidentally murdering him in the middle of the night, it seems like a valid concern.]

That onion and those herbs there have gotta be chopped finely. The prosciutto - that's the kinda bacon looking one - can just be hacked up.

[He can't remember if he's cooked with proscuitto before with Ellie around and figures she might not be familiar with it from Apocalypse World.]

[pundemic]

[That wasn't for lack of her knife handling!! If anything, it's because she handles them too well.

But she drags the 'bacon-y looking one' towards her and starts doing that hacking in short order. If she's eaten it before she probably hasn't paid attention to what it was called. She rarely does.]

Careful, you keep teaching me this shit and I'll take over your business on you.

[spellslots]

[While Ellie is doing that, Taako starts getting the ramekins and pan ready to go, then crushes up some garlic to start frying.]

Maybe that's the plan, you can start your own franchise, we'll be rich.

[It'll be great, they'll be famous.]

[pundemic]

[She just rolls her eyes. The meat is adequately hacked, she shoves it into a pile and starts on the rest. If you want her to clean her knives or the cutting board in between ingredients, Taako, you should probably tell her. She never exactly took food-safe courses.]

I don't have any fucking idea what everyone's obsession is with being rich. Who cares? As long as you have enough to eat you'd think people would be happy.

[spellslots]

[It's processed meat and it's all going in the same pan, he's not getting too fussy if they're just cooking for themselves.]

I can't speak for all those other dipshits, but being rich means you never gotta worry about whether you'll have enough to eat.

[He was mostly joking but that's essentially what it boils down to. There's a reason he's very liberal when it comes to looting shit.]

[pundemic]

[That's true enough. She can't even imagine what that would be like, just... never having to worry. About anything. Being able to cause things to be done for you at a phonecall, the push of a button. It's unnerving, but she can see how it would appeal.

(To men like David. But maybe to ones like Henry, too, and that's the terrifying part.)]

So... is that your goal?

[spellslots]

[The question seems to catch him off guard, and he's quiet for a moment, focusing on the task at hand, before he finds an answer.]

Used to be, back when me and Lulu were living fucking day to day trying not to starve. [It feels like so long ago, which, well, it is, but there's almost a dream-like quality to it, as if maybe it was never even real.] We got kinda bigger concerns these days.

[pundemic]

[That's not someone she's ever heard him mention, so she just sort of... looks at him askance.]

Who's that? Friend of yours?

[spellslots]

Sister. [It seems so easy to say, but the glance he casts at Ellie almost seems guilty, as if he realises this is a big thing to suddenly drop, as if knows what questions are coming next.] I'd, uh... someone took my memories of her, until like, three days ago.