[closed] and since we've one place to go

[nonscriptum]

Who: Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher, Agent Washington, Agent Maine, Kyna Midha, Staci Pratt, Poe Dameron, Taako Taaco, Lup Taaco, Peter Parker
What: Nate leads a polar expedition out to the mountains.
Where: Out on the tundra; at an undisclosed excavation site in the foothills.
When: February 1-14
Warnings: PG-13+ for swearing, descriptions of dead bodies/science torture. :(




[source]

WELCOME TO SNOW HELL

the journey | the door | the bunker | the lab

Comments

[restinglichface]

Mm, I think I'll pass.

[What's the point in bringing two wizard chefs along if they aren't even allowed to cook??? This is homophobic.]

Actually, my brother and I might be able to transmute some of the ingredients an' make somethin' a little more edible.

[Like, probably not, but could be fun to try.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

If you don't want to eat you don't have to. But we're not all gonna carry you if you get too weak from starvation to walk.

[Thems just the facts.]

Like.. flavor them?

[restinglichface]

More or less.

[L-look. Even if she said she was involved, really it's mostly Taako. Don't at her.]

Transmutation can like, take what ingredients are already there and make 'em way better. Pretty sure he made a whole damn turkey once outta old, freezer-burned meat, so like - [She swipes one of the MRE bags up and gives it a little squish between her fingers.] - Depending on how much food is actually in here, he may be able to do something. Maybe. I know we gotta conserve our spell slots for the big shit ahead, but couldn't hurt to try.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Spell slots? Transmutation? Where is Carlisle, he needs a translator.]

Does it actually change the food? Or does it just make someone think it tastes differently?

[Because that's a really important distinction to him.]

[restinglichface]

Yep! [Transmutation may not exactly be her speciality, but Lup knows that much.

She holds out a hand for one of the packets. She may not be up for eating it yet, but maybe a peek inside will reveal just what the twins can make with it.]

Temporarily, sure, but by the time you're digesting it, it hardly matters, right?

[theweakhavepurpose]

It matters if you're fucking with my head to make this taste like actual food.

[He hands a bag over. Opening it will reveal even more bags! but one of them does contain a powdery substance and noodles that when reconstituted will turn into something that can loosly be called spaghetti.]

[restinglichface]

[oh my god why are people like this how do you live]

Oh c'mon, live a little, buddy! Sometimes a little head fucking is a good thing.

[Hmmm, she's just gonna dump all of the littler bags inside out on the ground.]

'Sides, at least when we fuck with your head, it's for your own good. We aren't sucking out your emotions for power or whatever.

[theweakhavepurpose]

It is absolutely NEVER a good thing.

[This is the tone of someone who is juuuuuust this side of getting ready to stab her if she tries anything.]

I'm not sure that's any better. And considering I come from a place where people are fucking slaughtering each other for 'their own good' that's not really reassuring.

[restinglichface]

Ehhh, way to make your point, my guy. Chillax, I'm not gonna force you to do shit. Or anyone, for that matter. Ain't that kind of girl.

[Bodily autonomy is important to her, having full control of self is one thing she'd never shove on anyone.]

It was just an offer to help with the food, but I get it. [She jiggles a bag before handing it right back to him.] Rations can stay as they are, babe, no sweat off of my back.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He marginally relaxes, but not fully.]

Yeah yeah. I just... gotta make sure.

[Because would he even know if they were fucking with him? HAVE THEY DONE IT ALREADY?]

Sorry. I'm uh... Nevermind. You can do whatever you want to the food for yourself. This stuff looks pretty foul once cooked up, it needs all the help it can get.

[restinglichface]

[SHIT TRUST NO ONE

It's lucky for all involved that Lup doesn't take offense easily, the elf brushing most shit off of her shoulders within seconds. She's already grinning, wave a hand like she's shooing his concern away.]

It's whatevs, fam. I don't technically need to eat, so I'll let you living types deal with the food. Was just offerin' to make it a little less... shit. You get me.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[ESPECIALLY NOT YOURSELF.]

Oh if you don't need to eat then you should run the fuck away from these things. Why don't you need to eat?

[restinglichface]

[Alright, that definitely drags a snort from the woman, both of her long ears perking upwards in mirth.]

Fair point. And cause I'm super undead, duh. Didn't my bro bro or Natey mention it?

[Probably not.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

No?

[That's a weird thing to bring up in casual conversation.]

You're.. Dead? You don't look dead. You...

Wait a second, Natey? Please say you call him that to his face.