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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[buymorelifer]

[ It's almost like a choir of angels burst into song when he takes the skewer. It smells great and like food and so now he's going to blow on it so he can eat it faster. ]

Thank you. [ Blooooooow bloooooow. ] You should eat some too. Before the others come.

[emends]

I'll take my repast once everyone else has had their share.

[ If she has to go back out and catch another fish later, that's no real concern. ]

[buymorelifer]

"Repast" is a good word. [ Okay... it's cool enough. He takes a bite out of the fish -- skin and bones and all. He'd never have done that back in Burbank. ]

If you-- oh this is good-- [ Whoops, mouth full. Chews and swallows before continuing. ] Let me know if you need help.

[emends]

[ Aww, he likes it! She's glad. ]

I will, thank you.

Did you sleep well?

[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]

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. ]

[buymorelifer]

Something like that, yeah. [ Nom nom nom. ] It's not my shop, per se, but I work there. We sell [ wonders if "electronics" would really mean much to her. ] gadgets.

[emends]

[ A shop that hires out is a bit odd to her, but it has been known to happen. He might be a traveling merchant, like Annas one through five. The thought is a bit more familiar to her and while Lucina doesn't intend for her ease to be visible, it is a bit. ]

Gadgets? What sort?

[buymorelifer]

[ He's glad she's such a nice person, and now that he's done inhaling his fish, he's a much politer person. Though he needs a wet wipe or something... ]

Lots of things... [ Thinking about how to explain. ] Lots of data input devices, and entertainment things. Oh! And things like these communicators, but we don't sell evil ones.

[emends]

[ It's the distinction he made at the end of his spiel that catches her attention. She picks up her own communicator and frowns down at it for a brief moment. ]

I never thought a device such as this could be evil.

[buymorelifer]

Well, it's a tool for our yet-to-be-revealed Evil Overlords. [ Looks around, and then says a little louder. ]

Whom I welcome, by the way! Just in case you're listening! [ Doesn't hurt to cover all bases. ]

[emends]

[ Lucina plucks up hers from its careful spot by her feet and turns it over and over in her hands, frowning down at the device.

Rather delicately, she covers each side with one hand. That'll stop someone from listening in, right? ]

If you are worried about us being preyed upon, perhaps destroying them would be a safe course of action.