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[boundbydevotion]

Who: People
When: Day 1, afternoon to late afternoon
Where: apartment opposite of Apartment A
What: so much work to be done

[So they managed to kill those dragonthings earlier, and popped by quickly to grab those energy-sapping mushrooms before sitting down to eat.

Now, stomachs full, those who are still up for more work are carefully poking around the apartment again.]

Comments

[ticking]

[has covered his right arm in a black clawlike shell and is using it to poke at shit]

Is there anything interesting left to kill?

[boundbydevotion]

You're welcome to go first to check...

[tugging on his gloves--they're mangled but it's better than nothing--before seeing what he can do about the vines in the doorway]

[ticking]

[the vines in the doorway are very viney, and kind of... mooshy? if you squeeze them there is definitely something liquid inside.

Slick, ALWAYS UP FOR GOOD IDEAS, shrugs and heads into one of the adjoining rooms]

[boundbydevotion]

[notes which one before his attention goes back to the vines...

8/a will this pop like a paint-balloon if I cut some of it?]

[fuckingnature]

[nope, but it will release a stream of black goo, and as it hits the moss below it immediately starts to eat away at it, releasing a bit of smoke...]

[edgeofjustice]

You're full of tricks.

[ticking]

Less than I used to be.

[GUESS WHO IS STILL CRANKY, is poking around at what appears to be some kind of nest]

[edgeofjustice]

[at least I fed you]

At least you won't have to go making deals with gods.

[ticking]

I've had enough of dealing with gods, personally.

[o look a little...armadilloish thing is wandering out. it tries to smack Slick with the spike on its tail but he jumps back]

What's this?

[chivalric]

[ Amazingly thankful for what armor he does wear, nudging carefully at some vines with his sword. ]

With the sheer abundance of these, do you suppose we can find a use for them?

[boundbydevotion]

Some of it is wood, isn't it? Or amounts to the same thing.

[chivalric]

We could use it as fuel...

[boundbydevotion]

Ah... Perhaps these vines can be used to clear out some of the other plants... [indicating ones in the doorway]

It's certainly effective on the moss.

[chivalric]

[ Watching that. ]

Good idea. Let's see how much we can clear away using the sap.

[bythebook]

[WANDERS OUT OF THE SHRINE ROOM. LIKE A BOSS. Looking pretty lost, less like a boss.]

Oh...

[formulaic]

[BADLY CONCEALED PANIC]

Estelle—!!

[bythebook]

Ah, Rita!

[...but Rita panic isn't good...]

[formulaic]

[comes over to touch her arm hesitantly]

No... why are you here?

[bythebook]

[shakes her head, but smiles]

I don't know. But-- I'm happy, since you're here too, Rita.

[edgeofjustice]

[coming back from a cleaning expedition, shirtless, right shoulder bandaged, carrying a dead armadillo-thing and looking sweaty and tired

and then notices Estelle]

[edgeofjustice]

--E-Estelle?

[bythebook]

Oh, Yuri--!

[bythebook]

[You remember all that patting-down Flynn got and it was sort of embarrassing?]

[You are getting such a pat-down. Although avoiding the shoulder since you're obviously already hurt]

Oh no, Yuri... you really should be more careful...

[edgeofjustice]

I--wh-whoa, hold on, I'm fine! It's just my shoulder!

[bythebook]

Here, let me see--