action/video → open, all things encouraged, come eat

[emends]

[ It’s only a few hours after sunrise when Lucina fetches up her communicator. She’s a seasoned hand at going without long stretches of sleep and has already made herself useful. There’s a steady, crackling fire going on the beach and above it, a fair amount of speared fish roasting calmly. (They’re dead. That’s why they’re calm.) There’s also a small selection of forest fruit – calabaza, naseberries and soursop – resting on her strewn cape, less than a foot away from the fire pit.

She’s noticeably sunburnt. Her boots are off and her trousers are rolled up to her knees, leaving her with bright red patches on her lower legs to match the one on her nose. She also doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the affliction, her tone even and her face halfway to a smile. ]

I have managed to get some food for us. Should anyone wish to break their fast, there is a serviceable selection at the beach. Come quick, for I’m afraid it will be first come, first serve.

[ The communicator feed clicks off, and then clicks back on. ]

And, um – good morning, friends.

[ She smiles! Inigo would be so proud of her. The call closes once again. You can call her back, either to yell at her for waking you up or yell at her for not grabbing the fruit you like, or just come down and eat. Threadjacking and mingling are encouraged. ]

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[emends]

[ That icon... ]

Take whatever you like. [ She's laid some cooked fish out on her cape, next to the fruit, and gestures to them now. ]

[sublimating]

Sure. I'll be right down. Hunting for food was sort of my only means of contributing yesterday, so I did plenty of it. [smiling to himself] What's your name?

[everwalking]

[all the adorable food icons!] [okay, then -- one of those fish. and maybe a fruit. or two fruits. but that's it! he has to make sure there's enough for everyone]

I didn't realize you were with a garrison, Lucina. You were in the military?

[neverforgets]

Few days. Hurt like hell at first, though. Drove the old bastard nuts by complainin'. [ Grinning. ] Afterward, he bought me a hat.

Worth it, really. Out on plains like that, the stars're all out at night. Learned all the constellations. [ Yeah, we are kind of rambling. ]

[emends]

Of a sort. We were rather ragtag, admittedly. [ Fighting a losing war surpassing fifteen years will do that. She's not quick to reveal her title or any of the other little details surrounding it, but she'll admit it if pushed.

Right now, this is as close to no responsibilities as she may ever get. ]

[emends]

[ She doesn't seem to mind the rambling. ]

Every single one? [ It's the sort of thing Laurent would be more interested in than her, and she makes a tiny mental note to tell him later. ]

[emends]

Lucina. [ Even if his smile isn't mean for her, she answers it with a small one of her own. ]

[everwalking]

More of a militia, then. [he isn't pressing so much as being conversational, and if she seems uncomfortable, he'll stop. but he's a little more focused on the food right now. that fish is so going into his mouth] Did you have to fight often?

[sublimating]

I'm Bruce. In case you need to -- flag me down and tell me to go shake some more avocados loose because you've been overrun.

[buymorelifer]

[ Trying to lick fish juice off his fingers without being gross about it. ]

Yeah, I did. [ Laughs ] I was a little surprised, but I guess manual labor will make you pretty tired. [ Um. ]

I mean-- I do do some manual labor back home. I lift things at the store. [ He's not a weakling, Lucina! He has muscles! ] Just not usually all day.

[emends]

I've seen my share of battles, [ she confirms. ] There was a foul creature known as Risen, which took the form of the dead. They attacked in droves, sacking villages and burning the capital city to the ground.

[ Her home, her castle. ]

It's not rare in my nation for those who can take up arms to do so at a young age.

[emends]

Oh, you're a shopkeeper, then?

[ She draws up her knees to rest her hands on them, looking genuinely interested in his answer. The Buy More is far different from what she's picturing, but the underlying principle is still the same. Trade goods for money. ]

[emends]

It is nice to meet you, Bruce. [ What an odd name. ] And, I am grateful for your offer. Have you been awake long?

[waytobreakithero]

Much obliged. [ Offers her one of the skewers as she sits down. ] And for the chef. [ Winks, then starts staking the rest of them into the fire to cook up. ]

Much as I don't mind day trips up a mountain or along the coast, I haven't roughed it like this in ages. [ Stretches her legs out and props herself up on her hands. ] Beats chasing nobles around their Hightown manors.

[waytobreakithero]

[ When the roasted rodents are done, she offers him one. ]

Think you have room for more? [ She might have noticed him looking hungry. ]

are there hallucinogenic berries in the fruit selection....

[socrash]

[Bart is not even going to respond to this video because food. Food. There is nothing he loves more than food. Except maybe the freedom of running but right now it's early and he's hungry and so food wins.

It doesn't take him long to get to the beach - even at half-pace, he's still pretty much a blur to the human eye - and it's only about a second later that he's right next to the fire, oooohing at the fish.]

Did you catch all of these fish yourself?

[That's pretty impressive.]

[cleanedslate]

[ oh, hey, it's morning, isn't it. he didn't sleep badly, all things considered, but he also didn't sleep as much as a normal human being would call "good".

comin' up on the settlement, he grins at her ]

I'm pretty much always up for breaking fasts. Well. When I remember it's morning. Noon. Night. The times of the day when eating is traditionally done. [ fluid little gesture ]

But I'm glad to know you consider us friends. Gives me a warm feeling, right here. [ taps his chest, which, uh, hollow pinging sound, but he ignores it. he's used to it! ]

[antiapocalypse]

I could definitely eat.

[ these days, Buffy actually likes to sleep in; she doesn't have any super early morning classes, and she's usually up late with the vampire staking thing. but. no patrol last night, only hard labor during the day, and to be honest physical labor that doesn't also run her through with adrenaline is a lot less taxing.

so Buffy is alert, awake, and in a good mood. ]

[slim]

[scott stumbles toward the fire, a hand reaching up to try and flatten down his messy hair. when he gets close enough, he drops down on the sand and lets out a small yawn. his sleep had been broken and more than once he'd lain awake for a few hours before drifting back off.]

Good morning. [he mumbles.] Is there any food left?

[emends]

[ Oh. It's you. Lucina doesn't return his smile, merely giving him a polite nod of acknowledgment. ]

Good morning, Mr. Stark. Please, help yourself.

[emends]

Ah, yes there is. [ There's a small smattering still left on her strewn out cape, her grilled fish and Hawke's spitted rats along with some fruit. ]

What's left is yours for the taking, sir.

[ She's not met him before so her expression stays neutral, bordering on severe. Don't let it bother you, Scott. Her face got stuck that way. ]

[emends]

[ After enough people stumbling in groggily, Lucina is glad to see someone who can be awake and pleasant despite the earliness of the hour. ]

Good morning, Buffy. [ She smiles. ] There's plenty left, so help yourself.

There COULD be... (but no, probably not.)

[emends]

[ slfujfhhs ]

[ Lucina immediately jumps to her feet, handing instinctively going to her hip. Of course, Falchion is off its belt and lounging against a rock a few feet away, so her fingers grasp only air. ]

I -- [ what do you say to a person who just appeared out of nowhere, aside from DIE, RISEN ] ...Yes, that's right, I did.

[ Not taking her eyes off you, Bart. :| ]

[emends]

[ Chasing... nobles?

Lucina accepts the skewer with a tiny smile and a nod of gratitude, but concentrates on following the woman's words. Two fingers still wrapped around the skewer's edge, she sets it onto the fire. ]

Was that a hobby of yours, my lady?

woe is me. :(

[socrash]

[the correct answer is "hello, good morning, would you like some fish?" but what Lucina said is acceptable too. vaguely, Bart notices her figure leaping up to her feet, but since she's not waving sharp pointy objects in his direction or charging at him with a battle cry on her lips, he waves it all off.

the cooking fish is still far more interesting. he gives it one last (yearning) look before turning his attention to Lucina.]

How'd you do that? I tried to catch one earlier but it kept slipping out of my hands. [he looks a little put out by that.] I finally managed to catch one but then it jumped out and slapped me in the face.