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Mareuer - Catch all
Who: Mikasa and open, with some closed prompts
When: Throughout the month
Where: The city
What: Working, trying to get into a routine
Warnings: Will be added as needed
Wine time is fine
[Mikasa wasn't a big drinker. Quite the opposite in fact. She'd only drank alcohol a few times and had little interest in it. But work was work. And carrying crates of fruits and filled wine casks was something she knew she could do.
The other part of the job... Well she could do that. Mess didn't bother her that much. But it was strange and she winced as her foot sank into the berry's, squelching them. ]
I'm never drinking wine...
[She didn't care if she'd cleaned her feet. It was dubbed foot juice. Not helped by the tainted wine she'd seen delivered to the higher ups. Mikasa was perfectly fine with the mindless stomping around on the berries to be her only contact with the stuff.
After a good few hours she calls it a day and started clearing up. Scowling and scrubbing at her hands. The strange splotch of colour wasn't shifting. Even after the second dollop of soap, and the skin around it was turning red. She huffs, looking over her shoulder at the person she'd heard. ]
Did he say we had to do anything to clean this?
[Despite this. She does turn up again. Wearing the same stained shirt and skirt. They'd been washed, but... No joy. So she wasn't staining anything else. ]
Green(and every other colour) - fingers
a. Supplies
[Now the initial money issue had been resolved and she had a somewhat stable income it was time to deal with that garden they'd inherited. But to do that she needed things. She had a vague idea of the tools she'd need. But some of the rusted ones that had been abandoned had been new.
So a trip to the shopping district was in order. Though she did need a better weapon for the next expedition, but from what she'd worked out that wouldn't be for a while. Now seemed like the best time to start this.
The first store she hits up was a relatively small. Mostly flowers. Mikasa's drab olive coat blending with the unopened blooms. Then she jumps suddenly, backing the hell away and into someone else in the cramped store.
That plant just turned into a bird? Many birds, all suddenly flying around.]
b. Sorting that garden
[Eventually though, she's got some gear. And she's been assured that all of the seeds she'd picked up were edible... And that the plants themselves wouldn't eat anyone...
But yes, now she had that it was time to get to work. Though for the time being she had to work out exactly what was in the garden, wading through the tall grass-
Where'd she just go? One second she was there, the next she wasn't. Anyone with good enough hearing would hear the quiet cursing about rabbits from the grass. ]
Full moon, preparations at dusk - limited to 2
[There was an odd amount of purpose to her movements during this full moon. Instead of the directionless wandering of the last, she was taking quick strides down the street. It was almost exactly the same as when she'd had a destination in mind.
The only things not normal about it were the two small... Twigs? Just poking out of her hair. Occasionally they'd move, but not much. And the two large pots she was carrying. The artificial smell of paint drifting from them.
Not that she stops. She's on a mission with her paint. ]
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When: Throughout the month
Where: The city
What: Working, trying to get into a routine
Warnings: Will be added as needed
Wine time is fine
[Mikasa wasn't a big drinker. Quite the opposite in fact. She'd only drank alcohol a few times and had little interest in it. But work was work. And carrying crates of fruits and filled wine casks was something she knew she could do.
The other part of the job... Well she could do that. Mess didn't bother her that much. But it was strange and she winced as her foot sank into the berry's, squelching them. ]
I'm never drinking wine...
[She didn't care if she'd cleaned her feet. It was dubbed foot juice. Not helped by the tainted wine she'd seen delivered to the higher ups. Mikasa was perfectly fine with the mindless stomping around on the berries to be her only contact with the stuff.
After a good few hours she calls it a day and started clearing up. Scowling and scrubbing at her hands. The strange splotch of colour wasn't shifting. Even after the second dollop of soap, and the skin around it was turning red. She huffs, looking over her shoulder at the person she'd heard. ]
Did he say we had to do anything to clean this?
[Despite this. She does turn up again. Wearing the same stained shirt and skirt. They'd been washed, but... No joy. So she wasn't staining anything else. ]
Green(and every other colour) - fingers
a. Supplies
[Now the initial money issue had been resolved and she had a somewhat stable income it was time to deal with that garden they'd inherited. But to do that she needed things. She had a vague idea of the tools she'd need. But some of the rusted ones that had been abandoned had been new.
So a trip to the shopping district was in order. Though she did need a better weapon for the next expedition, but from what she'd worked out that wouldn't be for a while. Now seemed like the best time to start this.
The first store she hits up was a relatively small. Mostly flowers. Mikasa's drab olive coat blending with the unopened blooms. Then she jumps suddenly, backing the hell away and into someone else in the cramped store.
That plant just turned into a bird? Many birds, all suddenly flying around.]
b. Sorting that garden
[Eventually though, she's got some gear. And she's been assured that all of the seeds she'd picked up were edible... And that the plants themselves wouldn't eat anyone...
But yes, now she had that it was time to get to work. Though for the time being she had to work out exactly what was in the garden, wading through the tall grass-
Where'd she just go? One second she was there, the next she wasn't. Anyone with good enough hearing would hear the quiet cursing about rabbits from the grass. ]
Full moon, preparations at dusk - limited to 2
[There was an odd amount of purpose to her movements during this full moon. Instead of the directionless wandering of the last, she was taking quick strides down the street. It was almost exactly the same as when she'd had a destination in mind.
The only things not normal about it were the two small... Twigs? Just poking out of her hair. Occasionally they'd move, but not much. And the two large pots she was carrying. The artificial smell of paint drifting from them.
Not that she stops. She's on a mission with her paint. ]
Wildcard
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[Mikasa successfully hides the worrying sign of the house being abandoned in a hurry. Now, though, Leslie is wondering what kind of “things” would make Mikasa hesitate to describe them. At least Leslie doesn’t expect Mikasa and her unknown roommate to move into a house with the worst things she can think of, and she doesn’t know enough to be able to think of the most embarrassing things.
There is a familiarity to the musty smell and not one from her happiest memories, but after twelve years, it’s almost impossible to notice the smell of your own room and a couple of months isn’t enough for it to move from her subconscious to her conscious mind. As long as she isn’t thinking about it, she doesn’t notice any smell at all.]
If the city is going to leave so many homes open to us, something is going to make use of the ones that are still empty. Are mice still causing you problems?
[Leslie is pretty charmed by small, fuzzy animals, but she also recognizes the trouble of uninvited mice, so her tone is neutral as she asks about them. She’s clearly not worried about the answer as she enters the kitchen before getting an answer.]
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I haven't seen any that are alive. But there wasn't a lot of food for them here. I have seen a few field mice in the garden though...
[They didn't bother her. Though she was concerned about possible illness. They were just animals going about their lives.]
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Oh. So you found a dead mouse.
[Okay, mostly light. She’s choosing not to ask what you do with a mouse corpse. She’s not sure if there’s an answer she’ll especially like.]
In the garden should be fine, right? The outdoors is where you normally find animals.
[The gardening courses at the Coven have yet to cover garden pests. She lifts the bag she had with her the whole time that I did not only think of during this comment
Leslie might rarely lie, but I am not bound by that sincerityto take off the strap over her opposite shoulder.]Here are the ingredients that I said I’d bring. [in a handwaved thread I also planned long in advance where Leslie checked which ingredients Mikasa already had in common with the muffins, or else plausibly asked someone which ones would be least likely for Mikasa to have] The cocoa powder and such.
handwaved planning stuff o7
It's fine if they're outside. That's easier to clean up.
[But Mikasa wasn't going to go into talking about animal droppings. Even if she could be crude, that didn't seem like a thing to bring up before cooking, even to her. As for garden pests, Mikasa wasn't bothered. They had to eat too, it was fine.
Mikasa reaches for the bag once Leslie starts removing it.] Are you sure you were okay carrying that? Food can be heavy. [But Mikasa had managed to get basics, flour, sugar(Which was amazingly cheap here), eggs. The food situation here was...Very different to what she'd grown up with, and they'd managed to put together a pretty decent pantry.]
Those cakes you gave me, they were...Airy? I wonder what the difference was.
I almost had convoluted reasons to bring just a few things and then I realized she could ask Mikasa
[Yeah, animal droppings aren't really a good cooking topic. She gives over the bag as Mikasa reaches for it. It's much lighter than, say, the flour would have been.]
It's okay! I didn't have to bring a lot, so it wasn't very heavy. [She places a hand to her chest with a more confident expression than usual.] And I've been getting a lot stronger with the food I'm getting to eat here. I could have carried much more than this.
[Her hand drops as she considers the last question.]
I'm not sure. Bernadetta did tell me to not mix the dough too thoroughly, because making it completely smooth would make it heavier. Maybe that's part of it?
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So after a moment to process that. Because Leslie had been well dressed. Compared to the rags her and the boys had to wear for a bit. Something just seemed off by it, but the girl's next comment provides a possible explanation. Which Mikasa nods to. ]
Yes. The food here is better quality and more varied. I'm not sure what to do with some of it.
I... I'm not sure. I had a look while in the library. It seems like cake here use milk. Not many could afford something like that.
[It was kinda depressing how often she'd had to mention the scarcity if some items. Things that were so common elsewhere but a luxury within the walls. ]
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Her understanding of economics has only slightly expanded due to spending most of her time in the Haven and staying with a Mirrorbound who has built up enough capital to begin looking into trade, but she has a slightly better idea of how things might cost money. She's done some part-time work and spent some of that money herself, and she's aware of the existence of luxury goods. Sweets are a very pleasant but non-essential good. That seems like what could be a luxury in some places. But milk? That feels like it should be something a lot more basic.
But she doesn't know how to ask about that directly without putting her foot in her mouth, especially with her own personal ability to get things changed really intensely a few weeks before she arrived here.]
What did you use in cakes instead? Although I don't know enough about food to know what a difference that change would make.
[She looks thoughtful.]
Unless...would you like to try it both ways for the bread? You can show me how you made them back in your world, so that I can get at least a little idea of how the process works, and if we have time after that, we could try using the ingredients you didn't have before.
Delays incoming for I must research bread
Water. I'm not sure how much that'd change when it's baking but... [She knew the basics, food science wasn't really a developed thing. But Mikasa does snort slightly.]
We're already failing that. Normally we'd have to leave it at least a week to make the yeast, you can buy that here without going to a bakery. [So many little conveniences.]
I play the most dangerous RP character: a curious child who asks questions.
It was a very big investment for you back home, making bread. I'm sorry if I was taking it too lightly. I wasn't allowed near the food in the kitchen, so I never thought about where it came from or how hard it might be for some people to get it.
[It's less in response to how long it takes to make yeast and more to the piling up of the comments about how difficult this must have been for Mikasa back in her world without all of these conveniences.]
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[The scouts had more money now. But it was old habit. Like most things with in the wall.]
It's...easier here. I can just press a button for fire. Before I used to collect firewood. It was good exercise though...[Nice and simple woodcutting. But then she rolls her shoulders towards the counter. Ignoring Trucy's wiggling around.]
Should we begin?
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Her mouth twitches slightly at the mention of fire at the press of a button, but she did have to get used to using the ovens to make the muffins with Bernie so she'll be fine. ...And might be making a mental note of "collecting firewood is good exercise, maybe I should work that in."]
Yes! What should I do to start?
[Leslie does actually glance over at Trucy's shenanigans, but she thinks that this must be normal behaviour since Mikasa is ignoring it and she doesn't realize sabotage is happening.]
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[They all knew were it was ending up. It probably wouldn't happen here. Even if Trucy was hovering like she was hoping for scraps.]
You just need to pour the flour into a bowl.
[The mentions to where she'd left it. It was to teach Leslie, so Mikasa was going to be pretty hands off. You can do it!]
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But the instructions distract her from that thought process. She smiles.]
Yes!
[All right, time to pick up the bowl and take it over to the — it doesn’t budge. Leslie looks at it in some confusion and tugs again. The glue might not be very strong, but neither is Leslie. She looks around it and under it, but there doesn’t seem to be anything holding it in place.
She’s not going to fall at this first hurdle, though. Not paying attention to either other person in the kitchen, she holds on the edge of the bowl, braces her legs against the counter, and pulls.
That’s enough. The bowl comes loose with the sound of tearing glue and, suddenly, the force Leslie is putting into this, even with her small child strength, is far more than is needed to pick up the bowl and both she and the bowl go flying.
Maybe it’s a bit of fae luck. Maybe it’s a cosmic sense of humour. The bowl’s arc flipping through the air goes up and comes back down to land upside down on Leslie’s head like a helmet. She sits there on the floor, too dazed and confused to react right now to the end of her short flight.]
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Nor did she know what to make of the bowl not moving. She's too confused to this to actually move only just managing a step before the girl was on her butt wearing the bowl. Stilling again as she leant down slightly.]
...Are you alright?
[Wat?]
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Yes? ...Yes. I don't know why, but I couldn't move the bowl.
[Okay, she should actually take it off, flip it right side up, and put it in her lap. ....She'll stand up in a moment. Just getting her bearings again.]
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It shouldn't have been that heavy... [Then she's glancing at the counter again.] Maybe it wasn't as clean as I thought...
[She didn't remember the counter being sticky though.]
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You think your counter could be that sticky?
[She has doubts about your kitchen again, suddenly. She flips the bowl over again in her lap and gingerly pokes at the bottom.]
It does feel a little sticky....
[Not hugely sticky, since the glue had a chance to dry to make it so hard for Leslie to pull it off, but there is certainly some residue.]
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This wasn't like that before, the cloth didn't stick when I was cleaning. [She wasn't as meticulous as Levi. Partly because it annoyed him. But she knew how to, warm water and soap.] Maybe I should have used some of the cleaning bottles they have here.
Is there anything inside the bowl?
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No, it was empty.
[Well, her head was in it a moment ago, but Leslie doesn't say that because she doesn't really know what a joke is. What she does do is stand up now that she's feeling a little less disoriented.]
I'll be more careful with lifting it when we start mixing things in it, I promise. I didn't think it would suddenly become so much...lighter?
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It was flaking at the bottom... That was kind of eww, even by her standards. And she lifts it. Moving across the kitchen. ] I'm going to clean this...
It shouldn't be heavy. Its... It's not glass or ceramic. [plastic, something new to her ]
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It wasn't heavy at all. It just felt that way when it was stuck. It would have hurt when it landed on me if it was heavy. Do you have any idea what might have gotten stuck to the bottom?
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No...Not unless something melted afterwards. It almost sounds like it's magnetic...
[But she could see through it. There was nothing in the clear plastic of the bowl.]
Do you know what it is on the counter? It feels like sap. [But she had no idea how it would have gotten there.]
sorry for the delay!
Is sap usually this colour? Or...lack of colour?
[It's an honest question. She barely knows what sap is. Reaching out, she pokes it with her finger and brings that finger up to her nose to sniff.]
I've never smelled anything like this...I think?
[She sticks her tongue out as she absently considers getting more information by tasting it, but she realizes that this is a very bad idea before actually touching her finger to her tongue because she's not Eren.]
no worries
Don't. [Firm, losing the normal soft level she tried to keep it at. The new recruit voice. Then if softened again.] Wash your hands. Some of these are poisonous.
[Once Leslie had done that, Mikasa would was hers, even if she'd touched it first. But once that's out the way, she's giving the counter a wipe down and the bowl could go in the sink for now. Though this kitchen was big enough to have space for them to move to another section. So Mikasa was just going to urge the girl along, giving a drawn out sigh as she went. Why this? It wasn't as bad as things could be, but this place was just weird.]
You just need to mix the flour and yeast together, then add water. [And that's what she does, rolling up her sleeves first. Making sure there's supplies near Leslie so she can try as well. Mixing by hand, occasionally adding a little more flour until it thickened to be...Still kinda goopy, but it held it's self together.]
...It's normally more complicated back home. You have to make yeast. We just have to make sure everything is well mixed here. [Which was easier said than done. The dough didn't give Mikasa much trouble, she was tough enough that it's resistance was useless.]