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]

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

[sublimating]

I tend to wake up early. I've already had something to eat myself. And now I feel like kind of a jerk for not offering to share first. [another smile, to show he doesn't really mean it]

[emends]

It's alright. [ She means it, too. It's also pushed past so she can inquire as to other matters. ]

What have you found?

[sublimating]

Some mango, some avocado, some string beans, some naseberries... A few soursops. [he holds up a soursop gingerly] These guys are a little harder to carry, though.

[emends]

Do you need some assistance? [ She makes the offer without hesitation. The communicator loses view of her for a moment, hands dropping close to her sides as she stands up.

[sublimating]

Nah, you don't have to do that. I just don't want them tearing holes in my shirt. They're a little... spiky. [he's only got the one, and he's... hard on shirts as it is]

[emends]

I've already gathered a fair few soursop, [ she says, after taking a moment to peer down at her selection of fruit. ] There may not be any harm if you leave them behind or eat them presently.