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thebastion2013-07-15 07:01 pm
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Day 88:: Can you hear me, I know I'm just a whisper...
Who: Everyone!
Status: Open
When: Day 88
Where: The Bastion
What: NPC and PC mingling
Format: Action
Warnings: None
[The excitement of the day before moves in to the quiet of the day after in the Bastion. It's fairly calm after all that, and the two new arrivals have been mostly healed. Current residents will find the once-armored woman bandaged still but in surprisingly good spirits, and the male with the guitar skittish and likely to jump at the smallest thing.
This would be a good point to talk to them, other NPCs or even your fellow NPCs.]
Status: Open
When: Day 88
Where: The Bastion
What: NPC and PC mingling
Format: Action
Warnings: None
[The excitement of the day before moves in to the quiet of the day after in the Bastion. It's fairly calm after all that, and the two new arrivals have been mostly healed. Current residents will find the once-armored woman bandaged still but in surprisingly good spirits, and the male with the guitar skittish and likely to jump at the smallest thing.
This would be a good point to talk to them, other NPCs or even your fellow NPCs.]
no subject
She looks up at him when he speaks, eyes wide and curious. A freshly pulled weed hangs in her dirt-stained hand.]
Oh- Yes please! I'm really new at this so I'd appreciate all the help I can get. [She smiles at him brightly.] Thank you!
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He grins back, rather relieved she said yes. Green things are always nice for everyone to be around.]
Just glad to help! What plants were you planning on growing?
[He can ask the plants themselves what they are, if he doesn't recognize them, but asking her makes more sense. He has to talk to people here, not just green things.
He takes his hands out of his pockets, green vine tattoos moving as he starts pulling weeds.]
no subject
[Some of them being asters, astilbes, yarrows, peonies, and black-eyed susans.
The tattoos earn him a curious glance, but not much more.] Oh, my name is Night! What's yours?
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Briar Moss. [Since he's used to people grabbing his hands and tracing them to see if they'll follow their fingernail, the non-reaction is a relief, honestly.]
It's nice to meet you, Night. [It's kind of an odd name, but who is he to judge?]