video; un r.hansen

[lefthemisphere]

(( ooc; yeah, my dumbass posted in the wrong community. we rollin' with it lmao ))


[ Chuck looks rumpled, a little dirty from working in the yard - look at him, all domesticated and shit. He's leaning on a shovel and holding his little device up, wipes his brow and flashes a dimpled smile. ]

So, somehow we haven't kicked the bucket this October, right? Everyone still good?


[ he'd finger guns if he wasn't holding the contraption and his shovel. ]

Brilliant. Anyway - Chuck here, I'm way the hell out in Feed, and Ray and I have got a metric fuckton of mushrooms growing around our property. I don't know jack shit about identifying them or knowing what's safe to eat -- any of you lot got any knowledge in that area?

Got a pile of mushrooms and a basket of eggs for ya, if so.

Comments

[lefthemisphere]

That would be helpful, yeah. I'm not an expert by any means and I'd like to not accidentally kill my partner, y'know?

He'd probably be pretty pissed when he came back.

[onerthes]

Hah, yes. Let's avoid accidental deaths by food poisoning. We've already got enough trouble as is. And it will help me. The locals keep crowing about the use of mushrooms, so I've been trying to take up some home growing. Best to know what to use.

[lefthemisphere]

Wouldn't that be fuckin' ironic? All that shit in Deerington, only to go out bu a fuckin' mushroom? Christ.

But yeah -- feel free to come out and have a look around, see what we can figure out.

[onerthes]

delightfully and yet awfully mundane. We can definitely avoid that particular fate in this case, I should think. The locals do know several of the common foods.

Which of the districts are you in? You're in one of the outlying farm communities right?

[lefthemisphere]

Thank God they do.

I'm out in Feed. Awful name, loads of fungi.

[onerthes]

Oh, I can think of more than a few awful names for places worse. But it's very banal and boring, like a feed stall. Ah well. It can't always be exotic.

I'll meet you at the lamp location in an hour?

[lefthemisphere]

Sounds like a plan. It'll be right out in front of the farm.

Action

[onerthes]

[She signed off and made her way out to the lamp location, using it to transport at the appointed time with a book under her arm. When she came out of the circle and aura of the little creatures, she marveled at the fact that she really hadn't been this far out yet while she waited for him to make his way over.]

(OOC: We can handwave or play out looking at shrooms. I'm good either way!)

[lefthemisphere]

[ He's waiting right there on his front porch, a notepad in his hand and a couple sets of gardening gloves, just in case. Don't wanna touch anything poisonous or anything like that. ]

[onerthes]

[Vira-Lorr emerged from the light and waved over to him, making her way over to Raleigh. There was a notebook held in the crook of her arm. It looked like it was about half written in. Rather than being one of the ones in the Scholars' writings, she'd made her own copy, and at this point was starting to maintain quite the collection of her own.

They colored up the house in odd ways.]

Raleigh. Hope I didn't keep you waiting too much. How's life out this far?