day 223 - "even the SOUND of bacon frying is like applause!"

[magisperica]

Who: Skyla and you!
Open: Open
When: Day 223
Where: All over the Bastion
What: MEAT SURVEY aka "why stop at donut trees when you could have BACON CROPS"
Format: Started with prose, will match with whatever you want to use
Warnings: Skyla's pottymouth, will edit if anything comes up.

So. So.

If you're out and about around the Bastion today, you'll find yourself pulled aside by Skyla, no matter how busy you may be. As shocking as it is that she's actually making an effort to interact with everyone, even more puzzling is the little notepad she has with her, that appears to be occupied by some kind of meat-centric tally chart.

She'll kind of glare for a moment, like she's irritated at being drawn into a conversation (despite the fact that she's the one who started this in the first place) before saying, in a completely casual voice;

"What's your favourite kind of meat? If you're a vegan or some shit, just pick the one that starts with your favourite letter of the alphabet."

No, this isn't an innuendo and yes, you are going to have to ask for context.

Comments

[croceamors]

The more people we have out there who know what they're doing, the less of a chance we have to waste time pulling you out of a ditch or explaining to you how to do things when we're on a time limit.

If this were the Organization, I would have had you cycled through different partners to explain different aspects of reconnaissance, combat... Everything, basically, along with it serving as a basic introduction.

But I don't have that kind of weight here to shove random people onto whoever I want.

[magisperica]

[ ... that is actually pretty practical and Skyla's kicking herself for not thinking of it sooner.

It's one thing to needlessly endanger herself but when it comes to doing the same to other people, just the thought makes something that might be guilt twinge in her stomach.

she struggles to keep her voice and her expression as nonchalant as she can. ]

Organization, huh? Sounds like some pretty official shit. Guess you were a big important guy before all this bullshit happened, huh?

[croceamors]

[Yeah he's good at that.]

We tried to keep ourselves low-key for some time, in truth. I was more or less second in command, I will admit that. I organized missions and tried to keep aware of where everyone was at any given time.

It became both easier and harder when everyone started to die, of course, but it was something I did for some years.

[magisperica]

Missions.

[ she raises an eyebrow at him, arms folded across her chest. ]

What kinda missions? You make it sound like you were all doing top secret government bullshit. Don't tell me you were part of the Avengers? Should I be usin' your superhero name?

[croceamors]

Reconnaissance and elimination.

[That doesn't sound menacing at all.]

We weren't a part of any world's government, and we certainly weren't superheroes of any sort. We had our own objectives.

[magisperica]

You make it sound like you're some kind of fucking hitman.

[ and then suddenly she looks... somewhat uncomfortable. ]

Are you?

[croceamors]

No.

[...Not really, at any rate. Saix pushes his hair back over his shoulder.]

The creatures we eliminated weren't human and... generally not sentient, although I couldn't tell you for sure.

...My friend Axel was more like a hitman, however, now that I think about it. [Saix just sent him to kill people. But the majority of them were assholes, so it's okay.]

[magisperica]

... so, less hitman and more just pest control?

Tch, and there was me thinkin' you were really important. What kinda pests were you supposed to be controllin', anyway?

[croceamors]

Creatures made out of Darkness and the torn out hearts of people who propagated by doing just that and aimed to devour those of entire Worlds.

They're called Heartless, which isn't a really fitting name but I wasn't the one to dub them that.

[magisperica]

[ s....tare.... ]

... so a little more serious than pest control, then, uh.

Are you a magical girl or somethin'?

[ ... asks the magical girl. ]

[croceamors]

...No.

[regardless of all the sailor moon jokes possible]

[magisperica]

...

[ suspicious and maybe slightly mocking squinting. ]

You sure?

You got the hair for it.

[croceamors]

[s t a r e]

I fail to see what my hair has to do with anything.

[magisperica]

Well, it's all long 'n shit. Perfect for swishing around in dumb improbable hairdos.

[ try and tell her she's wrong, saix. go ahead. ]

[croceamors]

[What the hell]

I don't do my hair in anything besides how it is. That and the occasional ponytail but I'm fairly certain that's probable.

[magisperica]

Really? You're missin' out on a golden fuckin' opportunity there, y'know.

Maybe you should give braids a go or somethin'.

[croceamors]

[How did they get to this conversation]

I'll consider it. I'm not particularly a hair expert, however.

[magisperica]

[ snort. ]

Yeah, I can tell.

[ SKYLA ]

[croceamors]

[u lil shit]

It's the end of the world. I'm not going to fuss about my hair of all things.

[magisperica]

Yeah, you've got a point.

[ a pause. ]

Your nails could probably use some work.

[ SKYLA ]

[croceamors]

So could yours.

[YOU WANNA GO PUNK]

[magisperica]

They sure could, all this Skyway shit has 'em chipped and broke to fuck.

[ she smirks. ]

Y'think if we asked real nice at that bath place, they might whip up a mani-pedi treatment for us?

[croceamors]

You seem to be assuming anyone else in this place has any idea how to keep themselves presentable either.

[magisperica]

Yeah, you got a point. We should probably count ourselves lucky we've got a fucking bathhouse.

Maybe instead of a meat orchard I should try conjurin' up a salon or somethin'. Gotta look nice for all the legendary post-apoc stories that are gonna get told about us.

[croceamors]

Well, it's a novel idea I suppose. I'm sure a friend of mine would be pleased to hear about it, she's been wanting hair dye.