SCENERY

[oi_theoi]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 117, let's say "All Day" through to "Evening"
Where: Misty mountains
What: mingle

[So since this morning the HQ has been buried in mist and fog. There's the sense that the HQ has been slowly rising and falling in elevation, much more slowly than it had been proceeding until now. The power consumed by flying also seems to have increased as the HQ is forced to compensate for wind and drag and maintaining equilibrium while traveling over extreme slopes and other various factors of trying to fly directly over a mountain range.

Chill winds whistle through the hallways now, funneling through the HQ, down the stairwells, finally escaping out of the unsealed parts of the hangar on Level 2 and the great, gaping doorway on Level 1 (careful when walking in those areas or you might get dragged out). The lizagons have either retreated to the more secure nests closer to the covered parts of the dome or have moved to the first Level and scratched out the doorways of the abandoned rooms to settle in. In the mist outside one can sometimes see shapes passing by the windows: the tree-covered faces of a mountainside, or occasionally faster shapes... Sounds call out in the gloom, but the HQ's hulking size and constant motion seems to be enough to deter anything that might try to investigate for the time being.

Toward sunset, as the HQ seems to peak in one of the longer ascents of the day, the mist slowly begins to thin, and one can make out the shadows of another uneven stretch of mountains spreading out before the HQ, the setting sun painting them blue and purple as it starts to dip below the horizon.]


((ooc: We're looking to set the HQ down sometime between Thursday (tomorrow) or Friday night. There are some limited options, but the goal is to get to a place where people can rest a while.))

Comments

[anklets]

[Lenalee has footing to spare. Reaches careful hands out to brace him by the arms, if need be. She can't be quite sure if he's acting or not, and that in itself is a shame.]

H-Hey.

[bitingbark]

[Kane looks tired and he blurs for a brief second, his eyes brighter than usual and his teeth more apparent and then his hair turning almost into a mane as he sort of flops onto you for support.]

Tired...hunnnngry.

[anklets]

[

Not acting. Then.

Curls her arm about his back, surprisingly strong for such a spindly limb.]

...Come on. Let's go to the kitchen.

[bitingbark]

[And he's surprisingly light for someone so tall. He deflates a little against you.]

Mmmmmm what daaaay...

[anklets]

What happened?

[We'll take this one step at a time, Kane. Come on.]

[bitingbark]

[shakes his head]

Some...god... ugh.

[makes a disagreeable sound with his teeth]

[anklets]

[Did you hear? Eggshells make for lovely roads. Chews the inside of her cheek a moment.]

You'll be all right, Kane.

[bitingbark]

[He gives a sigh.]

What if I dieeee of hunger?

[anklets]

You won't.

[bitingbark]

[well, that won't stop his whining but he's leaning on you as you guys continue on]

An what's with all this fuckin' fog? Happy halloween or what?

[anklets]

We're moving through the mountains. It's quite high up.

[Her true strength has always been her integrity, but Lenalee is no physical pushover, sir, and she gets him to the mess (and its tables) in record time. Gold medal material.]

[bitingbark]

Hahh, stronger than ya look.

[now food before I eat the table]

[anklets]

[Chooses to take that as a compliment...]

So you aren't incapable of being complimentary, after all.

[Idly quipped over her shoulder as she turns to rummage through the refrigerators and freezers.]

[bitingbark]

Heh, I compliment a lot of things by bein' me.

[stretching backwards over the chair like he's woken up from a very long nap]

[anklets]

Is that so.

[Rummage rummage, jamming her fingertips on sharp ice and frozen things before she demotes herself to the refrigerator instead. She eventually returns! With a slab of Thusia's Mystery Meat in hand, which she holds up for him to pass judgement on.]

Will this work?

[bitingbark]

Mmmm, looks fuckin' deliciously suspish!

[but looks excited at your enthusiastic ways]

[anklets]

[Everything in this place, edible or not, looks suspicious.]

Mm. I don't suppose you feel up to cooking it yourself?

[But she's already moving to the stove, regardless of his answer.]

[bitingbark]

Ya could toss it to me raw if ya like.

[but you may find that more gross than me]

[anklets]

[Gross, certainly, but about as much as she might have expected of him. Some people, like Allen, eat too much. Others, like Krory, eat things no one else can. So she pauses when he says that, glancing back over her shoulder to him and perking.]

All right.

[She's tempted to toss it. Tempted, sorely, but like a good girl, she'll bring it over and hand it off.]

[bitingbark]

[Kane wolfs it down like he hasn't seen food in, well a week.]

Goooooood....so hungry!

[anklets]

[Hardly bats an eye.]

Be careful not to make yourself ill.

[bitingbark]

If I get sick, it won't be from this shit.

[licks his fingers]

[anklets]

[Crosses her arms. She'll take that smirk as a sign you're feeling better, coyote boy.]

I suppose not, if you're eating it raw to begin with.

[bitingbark]

[anytime there's food involved, Kane feels a tiny bit better \o/]

Well, s'not like it minds how it's gettin' eatin'. Less it's alive. Then might scream a bit.

[anklets]

Somehow, I don't feel as though that would bother you, either.