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. ]

Comments

[antiapocalypse]

Well... there's oil in fish, I think. [ right?? but she winces at that question ]

"Supposed to" is a strong word for it. [ words, Buffy ] Have you tried going in the water?

[emends]

Would that help? [ Lucina eyes the water a bit warily. ]

[antiapocalypse]

Long term? I don't know. Short term? Cold water's good for burns.

[emends]

An apothecary would be better, [ she says, not quite a murmur, giving her calves another glance. ]

[antiapocalypse]

A -- what now? Wait, like the Magic Box?

[emends]

I'm not familiar with that device. [ May...be? ]

[antiapocalypse]

Devi-- No. It's a -- store, in Sunnydale. They sell... magic stuff. Amulets, spellbooks, newt eyes...

[emends]

What would you need newt eyes for?

[ Are you one of Tharja's admirers? Should Lucina be worried you're going to cast a curse on her, Buffy? ]

[antiapocalypse]

Oh, you know. For... witchy purposes.

[ she manages to keep the straight face for about ten seconds before admitting ] I actually know more about chemistry than I do about magic. And I got a C+ in chemistry.

[emends]

[ It is becoming more and more clear that Lucina cannot keep up in this conversation. ]

I do not understand what you are saying, my lady.

[antiapocalypse]

I'm saying I'm not a witch.