thebastion | Entries tagged with dropped: shing meteoryte

Who: A Mystery Character and You!
Open: Open
When: Day 250
Where: Skyway, just outside the Bastion
What: BUT WHO WAS PHONE
Format: action. Also, each thread will be an individual call, and happen in the order that they appear in the post. IE the first person to respond will be call #1, the second call #2, etc.
Warnings: none

[So. Remember how there are chunks of the Skyway that sort of just fly around, not really connected to any of the paths?

Well, on one of those chunks is an old red telephone booth. Said chunk is maybe ten or so feet away from one of the Skyway paths, and the phone inside happens to be ringing.

What do you do?]

wayofvoice

Who: Paarthurnax and whoever wants to get involved in Grampa's first cooking attempt
Open: Open
When: 241
Where: At the giant cooking pit behind the Distillery
What: Someone probably should have given the dragon cooking lessons before he got curious.
Format: Anything
Warnings: There's a giant dead mammoth in this log.

Back in Skyrim, dragons most often didn't bother with cooking their food- or in the time when their Empire ruled strong, having others cook for them. It was seen as a rather foolish mortal sort of thing. Besides, it was more thrilling to snap your jaws down on living things.

With Paarthurnax in particular, he's only needed to eat simply to keep himself going since he'd been in self-imposed isolation on a mountaintop before the Calamity struck. Here, he's... mostly kept to such a simple diet. However, there have been delicious exceptions and now, well.. Now he's decided to indulge in some curiosity.

That's why some residents of the Bastion may spot him today dragging a freshly killed mammoth over to the fire pit behind the Distillery and inspecting the fire pit there. There's a short shout to ignite the fire inside and then...

Okay you just put the corpse on the fire right??? He only has a vague idea of how one cooks.

bastionpc

Who: Georges, you, and so much alcohol
Open: Open
When: Day 230, from noon til night
Where: Inside and outside the Distillery
What: In which planning is attempted, an obnoxious amount of booze is shoved at everyone, and Georges needs help with some things
Format: Pick your poison
Warnings: Drunk shenanigans at some point, likely

So, in the morning, Georges makes sure to stop anyone before they can go out onto the Skyway or get a bite to eat, or basically attempt to carry on with their lives like normal. With the most recent near death experience, he seems to be aiming to be more insistently friendly, apparently.

"Hey there! I got everyone together for some drinks, well, last time since we all needed one after that and I figured why not do it again? Come over to the Distillery later today, and I'll have some things whipped up! Oh- and by the way. That Ura fella, Zulf, he wanted folks to meet up and try and figure a few things out, get a bit more organization 'round here I suppose. If you could pass this around, that'd be great!"

And, sure enough, at around noon-ish Georges has once again set up some things. There are tables just outside the distillery, the largest he could manage (which is just a couple pressed up against one another) done up specifically for anyone who wants to sit around and be responsible.

For those who don't care about or don't trust themselves with responsibility, there's a couple smaller tables scattered about both inside and outside. As usual, Georges is behind the bar with a row of bottles on display. Ask him about them, chat with one another, or just focus on getting utterly and completely smashed, do as you like.

Maybe if you're chatty enough, you might even get roped into something.

bastionpc

Who: Everyone who didn't go on the trip
Open: Open
When: Day 229
Where: The Bastion
What: Not everyone is going to go search for the Core. Some people have to stay behind and tend to the daily things in the Bastion, after all.
Format: Any
Warnings: n/a

[Regardless of the Bastion's current state, there are still things that need to be done from day to day. Some one has to attend to those things, and not everyone can just up and leave. Some people might not even want to leave, and there are even a select few that just can't.

So for those of you staying behind, make sure you're not strangers to your fellow survivors!]

oursomalink

Who: Shing Meteoryte, Anyone.
When: Backdated to Day 210
Where: From the Skyway and right into Bastion itself.
What: GET TO DA BASTIOOOOOOOOOON
Format: Either or!
Warnings: Blood, injuries, the usual.

[ Shing could almost hear the relief in his tone as he'd noticed the Bastion ahead of him.

With a shout, he swung his sword in a wide arc - rushing forward and slamming into the monster in front of him and slashing it as distraction before using the momentum from his strike to propel him forward.

It was enough to help him dodge the rest of the monsters and run right into the Bastion itself, where he finally collapsed against a nearby building, panting and gasping. ]

Ow...

[ He winces as he glances at his shoulder, which was torn up pretty badly from when one of the monsters attempted to make him its lunch. Of all the times to not have any healing items on him...

Still... he could probably find something here, right? Wherever here was - it was only then that the full gravity of his predicament had hit him, especially since earlier he was more concerned about getting away from that monster mob that ambushed him when he'd first arrived. ]

Kohaku--?! Hisui--!? Beryl...?!

... anyone?

[ OW HE IS REMINDED THAT JACKED UP SHOULDER IS JACKED UP not that it really stops him from pushing forward and wandering around town a little more like the derp that he is. ]

... where am I?

( OOC EDIT: Just noting that

spiria has first thread honors! Any threads in this post will take place after. 8DDDD; )