mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

Comments

[theboogieman]

[nodding, yes. she's got it exactly. his money from all that drama a couple of months ago ran out, and this thing is not in his budget.]

[aberrant_type]

... You're gonna owe me.

[Maybe they can split it between them... because she still wants to get some swords before they leave... at least two.]

[theboogieman]

[...he stops being excited to stare at her. surprised? uncomprehending?

she can't possibly be saying...]

[aberrant_type]

[She stares back at him]

... You did want me to help you out buying this thing, yes?

[theboogieman]

[he's not sure how he feels about that--good or bad--but he knows that it wasn't actually his intention, so he signs in response:]

'Just showing you.'

[aberrant_type]

[Oh. Hmm, she shrugs.]

If you want to get it, I'll see if I can make up the difference.

[She's not hurting for money, after all...]

[theboogieman]

...

[looks at her. looks at the crossbow. ...looks back at her. signs:]

'I'll say in one week.'

[aberrant_type]

There's jobs to take around here. You might see if the proprietor has a task for you that'd lead him to knock the price down.

[She whacks him on the shoulder]

A week.

[theboogieman]

[he takes the hit, as usual. signs something right back at her.]

'Good that I'm dressed for it.'

[aberrant_type]

[She laughs and drops into signing abruptly in return, spelling what she has to and signing what she can.]

No buying expensive formal clothes.

[theboogieman]

[oh, tricky words. he might not know how to sign 'formal' even if he looked it up, so he spells it back.]

'Only an expensive formal crossbow. I'll get busy.'

[aberrant_type]

[She chuckles again. Ah, she understands being thirsty for pricey weaponry though.]

You want to get lunch?

[Yeah, invite him to spend money just as he makes this big saving goal...]

[theboogieman]

[...he did just say he wanted to buy this thing, but lunch sounds good... so he ends up nodding anyway.]

[aberrant_type]

Great!

[She waves for him to come on, and sets off. She saw taverns with tables set outside... nice to eat a meal under the open air... not that long but they're reaching the district where foods are being hawked again]

[theboogieman]

[and he continues the trend of being a chatterbox today--insomuch as Zhas can ever be considered talkative. he signs at her, darting ahead so that she can see.]

'Food here is pretty good. Maybe we can get ingredients too? Things that keep well...'

[aberrant_type]

[She's amused, but all that shows is a slight smile, her face mostly relaxed, comfortable. He is pretty chatty compared to the usual, right now. There's something about it that's a little cute to her. She hums, and then signs back, taking her time.]

Good idea. There are a lot of supplies we can get here. Useful. [She, for one, is excited to have swords at hand again... even if they're not the blades she's used to.]

[theboogieman]

[which leads him to ask--]

'What were you looking at? Weapons?'

[aberrant_type]

I want a sword. Better two. [Or more. Well... these might not snap like the titan-killing blades, but who knows what could happen?

And then out loud:]

Ah, over here. [And she points to a bustling place with space at one of their long outside tables, with an awning set over the whole thing for shade. It's easy to wade through the hustle and claim a spot. Hange raises a hand for an attendant.]

[theboogieman]

[Zhas follows obediently, sits down next to her without being asked. he will let her do the driving. he is busy thinking about those swords.]

'Hard to find something in that style here.'

[aberrant_type]

[She orders for both of them without asking. Stew, bread and beer - so homey! Though, she can smell and see meat being consumed in that stew... so homey but from before the years of rationing and desperation.]

Of course. But better than nothing. I need my gear. [And then she sighs... because how is she supposed to get that? She doesn't really have the expertise to recreate the 3DMG's black box.]

[theboogieman]

[that sounds perfect. it's a food that he almost recognizes, too. just like mother used to make. ...well, not his mother. someone's mother, he's sure.]

B-O-W is for gear I had at home. Can make... [he hesitates, thinking of how to say it... wobbles his hand a little.] Some of it. Need better pieces from other places. You tell me your parts and I can look for them too.

[aberrant_type]

There is a black box. It's a problem, because it's a secret. [She shrugs, and sighs.] But I can make the harness.

[theboogieman]

Secret.

[...please explain.]

[aberrant_type]

[She taps her fingers on the table briefly, thinking of how best to phrase it. This signing stuff really is interesting, not in the least because she's still a beginner, and has to work around a limited vocabulary.]

The black box is the controls. We operate switches, but the black box is where it sends controls firing the hooks. I don't know if I can rebuild it.

[And then their food comes. Hange calls to the server and waves a hand, and in a couple moments they're served. She beams and promptly rips apart the bread to begin dipping it.]

[theboogieman]

[Zhas, of course, has his traditional moment of being absolutely impossible to talk to while he wolfs down the food in front of him. it gives him a little time to think. he finds a pause, eventually, about halfway through his bowl...]

T-E-C-H is too difficult?