Delilah Dirk and the Temple of the Forgotten Mother [Quasi-Closed]

[delilah_dirk]

Who: Delilah Dirk and Others!
What: The exploration of a small part of a temple complex discovered at the edge of the known map of Trench.
When: Early month
Warnings: Mummies, potentially other violence.



She had sent out invitations. Not engraved ones, but still - very nicely done. A proper adventure needed to be done correctly. It took some time for this to happen, from her announcement - to her extreme annoyance. But it had turned out that the entire entrance way of the temple complex, at least the one she had stumbled across, was completely unstable. It had taken time, and nearly every shiny rock she had, to get workmen to shore it up.

She'd been slightly worried they would dive into the ruins themselves - but they seemed far more reticent to the idea of adventure than she was.

What people would find, as they approached, was a small campfire in a dense wood; though she'd tacked up helpful direction arrows to help people find their way. The entrance itself blended into a slight, tree-covered hill, parts of it shot through with the roots of the trees above it. The stone itself was of a dark, cold colour, leading down into the dark.

And sitting before it, Delilah Dirk, with a cup of tea in her hands. A teapot slung over the fire promised more.

"Ah, there you are," she said, brightly. "Time to get started, hmm?"

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[everyrosehasits]

Rose wasn't entirely sure she was up to the task when she signed up, but that month's lovely catacomb crawl proved that she was. Mostly. As long as mushrooms weren't involved, she'd be happy.

Since she was supposed to be recording what went on, she had a thick flip notebook and several black ink pens stashed in a pocket of her oversized khaki coat which was covered with pouches. Other than that, boot cut jeans, a pink cable-knit sweater (because who said redheads shouldn't wear pink? not her), and sturdy boots.

She was still afraid she stood out like a sore thumb. But that feeling was lessening the more time she spent in Trench. She could actually picture herself leading a relatively pleasant life here, even more so if Jack washed up on the shore. And she'd thought, get involved, make friends, do things so that you're not spending your entire day with your nose in a book.

So Rose stood with her hands clasped neatly in front of her and an open look on her face, hoping that those she didn't know would introduce themselves.

[delilah_dirk]

The boots, well, the boots she liked quite a bit. Rose might well notice Delilah's own pair of thick leather boots. Good for long walks, deep delves, and kicking things in the vulnerables.

"Hullo," she said, pointing at the teapot. "Tea?"

[everyrosehasits]

She's gotten far more used to wearing hiking or work boots than her usual heeled slippers from home. The boots are far more comfortable. The same goes for the rest of her clothing, she's never wearing a corset again.

"Yes, I'd love some. Do you have any sugar?"

[delilah_dirk]

She pointed at a bag nearby, with a nod. "Help yourself," she replied. Then, of course: "Excellent boots, quite proper for this."

[everyrosehasits]

"Thank you. I know most people consider it a sin to put sugar in tea, but that's how I grew up drinking it," she says, going over to the bag. "Thank you. They're much better than the shoes I used to wear. More practical, too, given the circumstances."

[delilah_dirk]

"Oh, I've had it every which way. Can't say it bothers me," she replies in turn.

"And too right. We're going to be in dust up to our ankles, possibly. Maybe sand."