Look, if you wanted to, you could probably punch the middle right out, then you've got two--
[Evan is having a heck of a time trying to work through his shopping list. Though he's loathe to part with them, he's trying to haggle away some of his remaining Canadian coinage for good rope. The deer he's bartering with looks deeply skeptical about the toonie on offer.]
Look, how much can I get for it? Enough for a harness and some slack?
[The look the stall owner offers him says plenty. Evan takes his toonie back and heads some distance off to count his coins and look terribly embarrassed.]
b. miscellanea (wildcard)
[Evan can be found all around Komo today: sketching terrible drawings of local flora, picking his way through the village again helping deer make more minor repairs, swimming himself to exhaustion at the beach when there's no one there to judge him for his nerdly physique.
Run into him somewhere, he's easy to find!]
c. Tiny backpack, big dreams (closed to Ramir)
[The skittishness of the deer people about the lava tunnels had been enough, thus far, to make Evan a little jumpy himself about exploring them by himself, but roping the eminently capable-looking Ramir into the exploratory venture had finally settled Evan to the idea.
Playing to his own strengths, Evan had prepared diligently for this trip. The pack he'd procured had been big for a Nalawi but was small on his human-sized back, and it was stuffed full: ropes, both coiled and cunningly shaped into a couple of harnesses; some makeshift pinions; provisions; a knife; the jewellery-replacement sunglasses that everyone'd somehow procured; other survival miscellanea he'd scraped together. Attached by a stick to the top was a pair of coconut lanterns, and Evan had out his pencil and precious paper he'd brought with him from home base.
So kitted out, he'd headed to the wide entrance to the lava tunnels that sat in the village, and, for a short while, sat on the edge and stared down into the tempting, ominous hole. Finally he'd bitten the bullet and pulled up a text.]
Hey Ramir. Are you free to explore the lava tunnels?
Evan Friave-Goodlace | OTA (mostly)
Look, if you wanted to, you could probably punch the middle right out, then you've got two--
[Evan is having a heck of a time trying to work through his shopping list. Though he's loathe to part with them, he's trying to haggle away some of his remaining Canadian coinage for good rope. The deer he's bartering with looks deeply skeptical about the toonie on offer.]
Look, how much can I get for it? Enough for a harness and some slack?
[The look the stall owner offers him says plenty. Evan takes his toonie back and heads some distance off to count his coins and look terribly embarrassed.]
b. miscellanea (wildcard)
[Evan can be found all around Komo today: sketching terrible drawings of local flora, picking his way through the village again helping deer make more minor repairs, swimming himself to exhaustion at the beach when there's no one there to judge him for his nerdly physique.
Run into him somewhere, he's easy to find!]
c. Tiny backpack, big dreams (closed to Ramir)
[The skittishness of the deer people about the lava tunnels had been enough, thus far, to make Evan a little jumpy himself about exploring them by himself, but roping the eminently capable-looking Ramir into the exploratory venture had finally settled Evan to the idea.
Playing to his own strengths, Evan had prepared diligently for this trip. The pack he'd procured had been big for a Nalawi but was small on his human-sized back, and it was stuffed full: ropes, both coiled and cunningly shaped into a couple of harnesses; some makeshift pinions; provisions; a knife; the jewellery-replacement sunglasses that everyone'd somehow procured; other survival miscellanea he'd scraped together. Attached by a stick to the top was a pair of coconut lanterns, and Evan had out his pencil and precious paper he'd brought with him from home base.
So kitted out, he'd headed to the wide entrance to the lava tunnels that sat in the village, and, for a short while, sat on the edge and stared down into the tempting, ominous hole. Finally he'd bitten the bullet and pulled up a text.]
Hey Ramir. Are you free to explore the lava tunnels?