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acatalepsy_logs2018-09-15 07:02 pm
coquetterie) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2018-09-15 07:02 pm
open β‘ can't a girl just do the best she can?
Who: Korwa & you!
Where: around the temple
When: arrival + throughout the rest of the month
Rating: PG???
What: intro log!
a.
[it's not like Korwa isn't used to roughing it. being a skyfarer means lots of over night trips to small towns, camping outside in unfamiliar caves and forestsβ plenty of experiences that should have prepared her for the temple's spartan provisions for new arrivals. Korwa would be fine with it, honestly, if she had been allowed to back a bag, like she usually is for lengthier adventures.
as it is, she's without a change of clothing, or at least one that's up to her rigorous standards. the unseen servants brought her several different items that sure are. technically wearable. Korwa can't spin wheat into gold, and she can't turn linen into satin or silk, but that doesn't mean she's just going to wear something off the proverbial rack. perish the thought.
she's settled for systematically dismantling everything she's been given, laying each separated piece of cloth out on the floor, gradually taking over ever inch of space in her room until she's forced out into the hall. it would've been easier to do make up a design first and then disassemble the raw materials, but the fabric isn't the most inspiring she's had to work with. this is going to take some serious brainstorming.
while she was sitting up at the start of her design session, by the time some happens on her, she's probably sprawled out on the hallway floor, quill tapping listlessly on a well used piece of paper.]
Aaah, I can feel the darkness closing in. This may be the end for me ...
b.
[Korwa hasn't cooked for herself in a while. the Grancypher has a dedicated group of cooks who easily whip up 3 square meals a day for an ever expanding crew, so she just hasn't really had the need to make anything on her own, save for the occasional 3 am bagel, or something similarly simple with very little required on her part. in the temple, however, it seems as though she'll have to call upon her own skills to see her through the time between breakfast and dinner.
it's not like she's incapable, or anything like that. she can boil an egg, or scramble an egg, and really, now that she's thinking about it, most of her culinary experience is limited to egg preparation. she had survived mostly on takeout and coffee back before she had moved her studio to an airship and was simply designing full time, so her experience is lacking. no time like the present to broaden her horizons though, right?
fried rice seems like a safe bet for something that shouldn't be beyond even her inexperienced grasp of food preparation. she's got the rice, she's got the egg, she's put the rice and the egg together, and now she's got ... egg rice.]
Can I trouble you for a minute? [if you're in the kitchen, she's calling out to whoever's nearby.]
What do you like to eat with rice?
c.
[something else? hit me up on discord @ fi#6003 if you want to hash another scenario out!
Where: around the temple
When: arrival + throughout the rest of the month
Rating: PG???
What: intro log!
a.
[it's not like Korwa isn't used to roughing it. being a skyfarer means lots of over night trips to small towns, camping outside in unfamiliar caves and forestsβ plenty of experiences that should have prepared her for the temple's spartan provisions for new arrivals. Korwa would be fine with it, honestly, if she had been allowed to back a bag, like she usually is for lengthier adventures.
as it is, she's without a change of clothing, or at least one that's up to her rigorous standards. the unseen servants brought her several different items that sure are. technically wearable. Korwa can't spin wheat into gold, and she can't turn linen into satin or silk, but that doesn't mean she's just going to wear something off the proverbial rack. perish the thought.
she's settled for systematically dismantling everything she's been given, laying each separated piece of cloth out on the floor, gradually taking over ever inch of space in her room until she's forced out into the hall. it would've been easier to do make up a design first and then disassemble the raw materials, but the fabric isn't the most inspiring she's had to work with. this is going to take some serious brainstorming.
while she was sitting up at the start of her design session, by the time some happens on her, she's probably sprawled out on the hallway floor, quill tapping listlessly on a well used piece of paper.]
Aaah, I can feel the darkness closing in. This may be the end for me ...
b.
[Korwa hasn't cooked for herself in a while. the Grancypher has a dedicated group of cooks who easily whip up 3 square meals a day for an ever expanding crew, so she just hasn't really had the need to make anything on her own, save for the occasional 3 am bagel, or something similarly simple with very little required on her part. in the temple, however, it seems as though she'll have to call upon her own skills to see her through the time between breakfast and dinner.
it's not like she's incapable, or anything like that. she can boil an egg, or scramble an egg, and really, now that she's thinking about it, most of her culinary experience is limited to egg preparation. she had survived mostly on takeout and coffee back before she had moved her studio to an airship and was simply designing full time, so her experience is lacking. no time like the present to broaden her horizons though, right?
fried rice seems like a safe bet for something that shouldn't be beyond even her inexperienced grasp of food preparation. she's got the rice, she's got the egg, she's put the rice and the egg together, and now she's got ... egg rice.]
Can I trouble you for a minute? [if you're in the kitchen, she's calling out to whoever's nearby.]
What do you like to eat with rice?
c.
[something else? hit me up on discord @ fi#6003 if you want to hash another scenario out!
a.
You're over-exaggerating. Now, move some of this out of the way so I can pass through.
[ He doesn't have to ask her to know what constitutes as a crisis for her which is far less pressing than finding a way to their world before they start contracting any signs of illness and weakness as well. At least, she looks to be fine for the most part. No signs of actual distress. ]
If you're that desperate for fabric, I suggest bartering with others for sheets and pillowcases.
[ And by others, he means not himself. He isn't exactly swimming in extras and would like to keep some small luxuries in tact. ]
no subject
[which is a strange thing to say, as she's perfectly aware that Percival doesn't make jokes, and is probably one of the few people here who could understand her absolute dismay at being offered low-thread count bed sheets as material.
it's also strange in the way that Korwa didn't even know he was here, wherever 'here' happened to be, before right now. she'd met up with Reinhardtzar and Cain in the forest, and it had been relieving to see some familiar faces then, and she'd be equally happy to see Percival now, if he wasn't being so callous to her plight.]
What are you planning to do when you have to wash the clothes you're wearing? This isn't just my problem.
[she sits up as she speaks, using the quill in her hand to gesture to his attire.]
no subject
Very well. I will allow one change of clothes but nothing ridiculous nor backless. It must be refined and tasteful. I will bring you the fabrics.
[ That way he can make certain she isn't using some bed frills to clothe him or anything close to those gaudy colors the mongrel is always wearing. He can simply alternate between the two clothes for the time being -however long they are expected to remain here. ]
And before you ask, none of these fabrics are sufficient.
[ He knows he can procure something better and ideal ...and if he should happen to bring some extra fabrics unprompted, then it wouldn't be because he necessarily wants to. He'd just rather do what he can to spare all their olfactory senses. ]