Day 244 :: This is not a proper wasteland, damnit! [OPEN]

[schroedingersgun]

Who: Maya Schroedinger and anyone
Open: Open
When: Day 244
Where: Around the monument
What: Maya Schroedinger tries to steal inspect the monument.
Format: Will match yours.
Warnings: N/A


It hadn't been Maya's day, that was for sure. Waking up in what looked like a dried-up wasteland was, well, normal for her. Not waking up with her team at her side, however, was not.

Nor was discovering that the world had been torn apart, that there were only patches left! And the only remotely stable place might as well be on another continent, with the constant shifting of this sorry excuse of 'ground'!

Traversing this all had been a much needed distraction, though. It had forced her to move ever forward, to put her worries about Alfred, Todd, even Shady, not to mention Virginia and some others on the back of her mind.

And it had left her angry, really angry. Her only wish: To have a very stern talk with whoever was responsible for this, all of it. And then shoot them in the face!


After quite an odyssey, she had finally arrived at what was apparently called the Bastion. It didn't even look like anything from her world, and the crazy rambling of the only person she had met so far (the poor NPC mentioned in the FAQ) hadn't helped at all. At least he had given her an amulet with a pretty gem embedded into it, that alleviated her mood somewhat. What she had spotted shortly afterwards, though... that was different and immediately distracted her from everything else, including the toll the travel had taken on her.

The monument. Or, rather, the fact that a part of it resembled a large, pretty gem. Pretty much a mystical mega-sized gem, practically asking for her to take embrace it!

And thus, she started circling the monument. Could it be transported? What about the people that no doubt lived in this blasted place? Maybe a distraction would be needed...

[Your character can spot her walking around the monument, poking it, trying to climb it, trying to take a sample, in other words being totally suspicious and/or nuts.

Alternatively, she might spot your character, in which case she'd shout a "Hey, you! Yes, you! Get over here!" and point at them - Maya is anything but shy when it comes to requesting information on gems and gem-like objects!

And she'll likely continue to do all of this even after the first person tries to tell her off. She can be pretty persistent!]

Comments

[schroedingersgun]

Rivalry? If anything, that girl was like a Schroedinger-groupie, trying to be a constant thorn in my side!

Not that she managed to, of course.

[scary_music]

[Ibuki doesn't believe you, but she won't press the matter... and besides, said "groupie" probably wasn't alive anymore, and she didn't want to make Maya depressed]

Mayay must have scared her off with her impressive skills!

But anyway, we're here! [in the kitchen] What would Mayay like Ibuki to prepare? Ibuki's not the best cook, but I think I'm at least decent!

[schroedingersgun]

You can count on that!

...


[The kitchen was... ...well, a kitchen. Maya wasn't sure what she should have expected. Well...]

How about something with Mammoth? Can't be worse than vulture stew with beans.

[She still wasn't sure on why Ibuki was saying her name so oddly. Ibuki had an odd way of talking, maybe it was that...?]

[scary_music]

Mammoth, then! Ibuki is fairly sure it's a lot better than vulture, but then Ibuki's never had vulture in her life!

[She'll get some mammoth meat and start preparing it]

Just mammoth?

[schroedingersgun]

[It felt fairly natural for Maya to have somebody cook for her, so she relaxed a little. And tried not to think too hard about it.]

Something filling would be good too. Maybe some carrots or potatoes or whatnot.

[scary_music]

Carrots and...

[after a bit of searching, she holds up a pair of potatoes as if she made a great discovery]

Yes! Potatoes!

Would Mayay like her potato baked, mashed, or other?

... Ibuki strongly suggests other!

[schroedingersgun]

Then other. ...What IS other?

[What did you do with potatoes, really? Well, probably more than just the usual 'throw them into a pot and cook for a while' thing?]

[scary_music]

It's a surprise!

[okay it won't be much of a surprise for long. She'll cut them into slices and then... proceed to cut them into specific shapes? but before Maya can see just what those shapes are, she tosses them into a pan. Pan fried potato slices!]

[... also, she's steaming the carrots and ovening the mammoth steaks]

[This'll all somehow come out at the same time don't worry about timing]

[schroedingersgun]

You really know what you're doing with the pan, I gotta say. You're some sort of cook where you're from?

[scary_music]

... Not really! Pan frying potatoes is just something I learned from one of my girlfriends back in school!

Ibuki is more of a musician! But I've been learning more about cooking the past few days since I've arrived here!

[schroedingersgun]

A musician? So you're playing the accordion or harmonica or something like that? Huh. Wouldn't have thought, you don't look like a typical musician to me.

[She shrugged.]

But I don't meet musicians much, ruins don't have good acoustics.

[scary_music]

Hm... maybe Ibuki should give those instruments a try sometime!

Ibuki can handle a lot of instruments! But she's usually the lead singer and guitarist!

No, Maya, that's not the kind of guitar you're thinking of

[schroedingersgun]

I've seen a few guitar players, come to think of it. Usually in more shady bars, but you don't seem the type for those.

[Then what were you doing in them, Maya?]

Bit nostalgic, that kind of music.

[scary_music]

Hm... Ibuki has the feeling that you haven't heard the kind of music that I play! I'll have to play a song for you!

And then, when Ibuki's band is ready for the stage, I'll put on the best performance the Bastion has ever seen!

[... she might be getting a bit distracted from her cooking...?]

[schroedingersgun]

Now that's the spirit!

Makes me wonder what that music of yours is like, though. Can't imagine to be THAT different from what you'd hear in Gunner's Heaven or the like.

[scary_music]

Ibuki is full of spirit!

Once we finish eating, Ibuki can-!

[That reminds her... she checks her cooking-oh, looks like it's ready (probably realistically it wouldn't be that fast but-idk)!]

[She'll serve up two servings, one for herself and one for Maya]

Mammoth steak, steamed carrots, and Ibuki fries!

[... those pan fried potato slices? They were cut into a shape somewhat resembling Ibuki...]

[schroedingersgun]

[Maya looked down at the fries, poking one with a fork (which, likely, was there somehow!)]

Is that... kinda... you? The horn things are like your hair, and the overall shape...

[That made her giggle, then immediately cough to cover that up. Sheesh!]

[scary_music]

[Ibuki noticed that! And yes of course utensils were provided]

Just don't mistake the real Ibuki for potatoes!

[she will sit down to eat, too]

[schroedingersgun]

[Maya smirked at that. Well, she gotta give Ibuki one thing, the girl was creative with her food. Thus, she impaled one of the Ibukis, as well as a carrot, and tried it.]

That's... not bad!

[scary_music]

Ibuki's glad you think so!

Hm... but Ibuki believes she still has plenty of room to improve!

[She slices open her mammoth steak... not quite done how she'd like, but at least she hadn't overcooked it]

[schroedingersgun]

Well, it's better than lizard scorched in a cat's fire breath for sure.

[scary_music]

Fire breathing cat?!

Ibuki's pretty sure her world didn't have any of those! Just normal cats!

[schroedingersgun]

Oh, we had normal cats too. That was a special one, though. Good with fire, just not with confined spaces, boxes, or gas.

[scary_music]

I see, I see!

The strangest animal Ibuki has met was a black and white bear, but Ibuki would rather not think about him as much as possible...

[Though it was hard not to think about that bizarre situation at times...]

[schroedingersgun]

Can't blame you, bears are dangerous for regular folks. Don't worry, there's people around here that can deal with stuff like that.

[She padded her side, apparently trying to imply that she included herself there, as she had, well, padded the place she kept one of her pistols, a gesture that made more sense among desperados than, well, highschool girls...]