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phantasmalrift2018-09-27 05:40 pm
tomatowizard) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-09-27 05:40 pm
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Who: Samata Mahto and others
What: Catch-all log!
When: The first week after coming back from the fissure
Where: Incendia, Keystone
Warnings: Nothin as of yet
-1: Silver Scavenging, September 21 and ongoing-
You can only be baffled and amazed by modern technology for so long, even in a city as big as Incendia. If Samata was going to be stuck here, she needed supplies. Food and such was already available, but to make any more magic items, she needed more esoteric ingredients. One, in particular.
Since, as she understood it, all of Incendia was theirs for the taking, she spent a healthy amount of time wandering the abandoned city and grabbing anything that was made of silver that she could find and stuffing it in a bag. Didn't matter if it was jewelry or tablewear. She just needed silver, and lots of it.
-2: Tinkering, September 22-
Lodestone Station. If you're there, for whatever reason, there's noise coming from one of the labs. It's being caused by Samata awkwardly shoving all the equipment that she doesn't recoginze out of the way. She's not terribly strong, so it's slow going. She's motivating herself with an apparently endless stream of grumbling.
"Probably expensive, or I'd just trash the lot of it. Too big to teleport it. Like I have time to lift weights all day. I'm an academic, not a thug for hire! There's probably a crucible in here somewhere but I'll be drowned if I can recognize it with how fancy they make everything around here..."
-3: Disarmed, Various times-
Sometimes, especially early in the morning or late at night, Samata just doesn't feel liking carrying an extra fifteen pounds of metal strapped to her shoulder. So that why when you were up for breakfast (or closer to lunch, really. She's not a morning person) or wandering about late at night, you crossed paths with Samata without her left arm. There isn't even any shoulder remaining. Just an empty sleeve flapping loosely behind her.
What: Catch-all log!
When: The first week after coming back from the fissure
Where: Incendia, Keystone
Warnings: Nothin as of yet
-1: Silver Scavenging, September 21 and ongoing-
You can only be baffled and amazed by modern technology for so long, even in a city as big as Incendia. If Samata was going to be stuck here, she needed supplies. Food and such was already available, but to make any more magic items, she needed more esoteric ingredients. One, in particular.
Since, as she understood it, all of Incendia was theirs for the taking, she spent a healthy amount of time wandering the abandoned city and grabbing anything that was made of silver that she could find and stuffing it in a bag. Didn't matter if it was jewelry or tablewear. She just needed silver, and lots of it.
-2: Tinkering, September 22-
Lodestone Station. If you're there, for whatever reason, there's noise coming from one of the labs. It's being caused by Samata awkwardly shoving all the equipment that she doesn't recoginze out of the way. She's not terribly strong, so it's slow going. She's motivating herself with an apparently endless stream of grumbling.
"Probably expensive, or I'd just trash the lot of it. Too big to teleport it. Like I have time to lift weights all day. I'm an academic, not a thug for hire! There's probably a crucible in here somewhere but I'll be drowned if I can recognize it with how fancy they make everything around here..."
-3: Disarmed, Various times-
Sometimes, especially early in the morning or late at night, Samata just doesn't feel liking carrying an extra fifteen pounds of metal strapped to her shoulder. So that why when you were up for breakfast (or closer to lunch, really. She's not a morning person) or wandering about late at night, you crossed paths with Samata without her left arm. There isn't even any shoulder remaining. Just an empty sleeve flapping loosely behind her.