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arboreal_priestess) wrote2019-05-30 12:39 pm
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From the Causeway to Washington DC, Thursday Afternoon
This was not the first time on Fandom that Verity had been glad her apartment could double as an armory, but it might have been the most acute. This week had been ridiculous, from fighting off a radroach invasion in their kitchen to the heart attack that had been discovering that the colony of Aeslin mice had been replaced by a colony of Aeslin mole-rats.
Nightmare fuel was walking into a room of giant mole-rats and hearing them talk to you, in case anybody needed a shot of that real quick. (Nobody needed a shot of that. Nobody.)
They also ate a lot more than Aeslin mice normally did and even though they supplemented their diet by eating pretty much any other creature they could find, the food levels in the Kincaid-Price household had gone from 'dangerously low' to 'practically non-existant' over night.
Which was why Liam and Verity had decided to strap on pretty much every single weapon they owned and head into the Wasteland to scavenge the remains of D.C. Supposedly, that was where the best remaining supplies were located.
Supposedly, that was where the most dangerous predators in the Wasteland were located, too. And most of them walked on two legs.
That was a problem they'd deal with when they got to it.
"All right," Verity said, securing another rusty container of bobby pins and her spare screwdriver. "We ready to head out?"
[Open to anyone who wants to join Liam and Verity on a scavenging expedition. Be prepared to self-NPC!]
Nightmare fuel was walking into a room of giant mole-rats and hearing them talk to you, in case anybody needed a shot of that real quick. (Nobody needed a shot of that. Nobody.)
They also ate a lot more than Aeslin mice normally did and even though they supplemented their diet by eating pretty much any other creature they could find, the food levels in the Kincaid-Price household had gone from 'dangerously low' to 'practically non-existant' over night.
Which was why Liam and Verity had decided to strap on pretty much every single weapon they owned and head into the Wasteland to scavenge the remains of D.C. Supposedly, that was where the best remaining supplies were located.
Supposedly, that was where the most dangerous predators in the Wasteland were located, too. And most of them walked on two legs.
That was a problem they'd deal with when they got to it.
"All right," Verity said, securing another rusty container of bobby pins and her spare screwdriver. "We ready to head out?"
[Open to anyone who wants to join Liam and Verity on a scavenging expedition. Be prepared to self-NPC!]
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Jeez, Very, drive the hard bargains.
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Even after more than a year of dating, non-sexual touching was still Kind of a Big Deal. Hell, he'd nearly cried the first time Verity had done the whole hair-washing-and-scalp-massage thing for him. He just. He hadn't known something so simple could feel so nice.
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"But if I can't wash your hair in the shower, can I make up for it by brushing it when we get out?" she asked. "With a side order of shoulder rub?"
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"So, what are you hoping for tonight?" she asked as they trundled the miles through the wasteland. "The Salisbury steaks or the BlamCo mac and cheese?"
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Another thing they were doing once the island moved again: going to dinner at one of those bougie farm-to-table places with ridiculously expensive- and ridiculously fresh- food.
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The mice - mole-rats - appreciated them?
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Everything was 'relative' around here, honestly.
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“No,” he admitted. No sense in lying to the person who knew him better than anyone. Waking up on Monday and seeing Fandom transformed had been disturbing, sure, but he’d also been fairly secure in the knowledge that it wouldn’t stay like that. This place... this place was a shell of the vibrant, busy city he’d called home, and would continue to exist after they left.
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"Makes sense. Pretty sure it would mess with me to see Portland like this," she said quietly. "Or Baltimore."
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If they didn't have the mice- mole-rats- to feed, honestly, Liam would've considered turning back right now. As it was, they'd better get enough supplies on this run because he didn't want to come back.
"Visiting DC in other worlds- yours, or the one Fandom usually connects to- it's weird, because things aren't exactly the way I'm used to. But they're close enough. This is just- it's wrong."
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"It's like how empty your DC feels because there aren't cryptids running around in it," Verity agreed, nodding. "This is like visiting a graveyard."
And they'd come to loot.
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Verity was entirely of the 'bird in the hand is better than two in the bush' mindset. Only in this case it was 'food in her belly.'
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"Might be worth checking out St. Michael's," he offered, finally breaking the silence. The Lair that existed underneath it had been carved out of an extensive natural cave system, after all. It seemed like a logical assumption that the people of this world might have appropriated the structure for their own use as well.
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