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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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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.]