Mirror | give me your goods (okay just one kind of good)

[theroadwarrior]

[ACHOO.

...

Okay, now that he's got that sneeze over with — excuse the scruffy mongrel on your mirror this fine afternoon. Sun's going down, leaving everything shadowed and orange.  He's found himself a decent opening, where he's still hidden under the cover of trees, but he's got a good glow of sunlight through the clearing. Max is — actually using the mirror, despite the nagging in his head telling him it's not a great idea. But he's just. Getting some stuff handled, okay. This is the best way to ask around without having to actually be in people's presences.

Nill don't watch this, thanks.]

... Need paper, and something to write with.

I can trade food, or radio parts. Could make a good blade for anyone if they need it.

[.......]

That's all.

[Bye.]

Comments

[circumitus]

How much paper?

[theroadwarrior]

[Oh hey fellow crazy warrior friend.]

'Much as you're willing to offer.

[He has a feeling there won't be a whole lot to go around.

And it needs to last, and all.]

[circumitus]

[y halo thar crazy frand]

Have a couple of journals, from the ship.

...

Don't really need two.

[Hell, she'd argue about needing one, but people insisted that she keep a record of her firsthand 001 experiences, so.]

[theroadwarrior]

[Perfect. That's a good start. Should last Chook Feathers a decent amount of time, too. How much can someone is already so quiet write? Don't ask yourself these kinds of questions, Max. Not everyone is you.]

What would you be willing t'trade for those?

[circumitus]

[Excuse her while she ponders over this for a few seconds. Typically Rey is efficient at hunting and gathering her own resources, but--]

Got anything to sharpen a knife with? Blade's getting a little dull.

[theroadwarrior]

[Ahh. Usually it's nice to keep a blade a little jagged, make it worse to stab with - but that's on his turf, not here, and he gives a little nod.]

A whetstone?

[mead]

I've got a pen. [ Diana holds it up, as if she's trying to prove it. ] I'll need it back at some point, but you can use it for now.

[theroadwarrior]

[Hmmmm.]

Could use a lot of ink, if I don't know how long to keep it for. Negotiate how many days?

[mead]

Ink isn't a problem. [ Diana just smiles at him. ] Seriously. Where can I find you?

[theroadwarrior]

Jungle.

[Somewhere you'd probably prefer not to be, really. He stands up stiffly, patting his pants off.]

I'll come to you. At camp.

[Besides, he doesn't like people knowing where he is. Old habits die very hard.]

[mead]

Are you sure? It's really not a problem.

[theroadwarrior]

[It totally is a problem.

... To Max's delicate sensibilities.

He just grunts out a hrmm.]

I could use the walk.

[Says the guy who walks all the time.]

Pick a place at camp. I'll be there.

[tongueamok]

I have ink to spare, should you find a pen. No paper, though. I've been using what I can find.

[theroadwarrior]

Ink's good. Usually use my blood s'ink.

[TOTALLY NORMAL.

He'll figure something out with that, if they need it. Ink's valuable.]

Do you have something you want to trade off?

[tongueamok]

[He can't say anything about unusual inks, given most of his is expelled from his mouth when he uses certain abilities. He still hasn't remembered why that is, but it has the consistency of ink and works in his inkpen, so he's not about to complain.]

I could use a small blade, if you can procure one. Something less for fighting and more for upkeep.

[theroadwarrior]

[Hrmm. He gives a nod; he's collected enough from the wrecked ship for that, anyway.]

Could make you one.

[... Better be prepared to use it for both, though.

That's his unspoken thought.]

[tongueamok]

[That is a thought that does not cross Carlisle's mind for even a second.]

Splendid! Just splendid.

[Oh, now he remembers you. You're that quiet fellow he shared a drink with. Good to see you're... as quiet as ever.]

I don't mind dropping the ink off, if you're near the camp.

[theroadwarrior]

[Max remembers you, he just doesn't care.

(I'm so sorry, Carlisle, he's a difficult case.)]

I'll be back in a few. After I make your knife.

Where will you be?

[alsohawkeye]

I don't have any of my own to offer, sorry. But do you need the paper to last a while? If not, the wizards might be able to help out. They can turn stuff into other stuff, sometimes, but it doesn't always stay in its new shape very long.

[theroadwarrior]

[check out this sour face]

Wizards. Right.

[He remembers this being mentioned before. This place is ridic.]

... Prefer it to stay paper.

[kutte]

What're you doing with paper that's worth trading good shit for it?

[theroadwarrior]

[Hrmphmrmphmprmhmrh x 10.]

Making maps.

Paper's limited quantity. So far.

Always has been.

[kutte]

Could've just said that. There's plenty of people here who'd want to go in for that.

[theroadwarrior]

[Huff.

Look at this disapproving face at your humored expression.]

[kutte]

Looks like your chatterbox days are over, huh?