From the Causeway to Washington DC, Thursday Afternoon

[arboreal_priestess]

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a radroach invasion in their kitchen to the heart attack that had been discovering that the colony of Aeslin mice had been replaced by a colony of Aeslin mole-rats.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!]

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[firstofitskind]

At least the mole-rats in their apartment didn't try to kill them? Unlike the mole-rats that had popped up in the station yesterday.

"Ready," he confirmed, taking his laser rifle from the holster at his side.

[okteiviakom]

This wasn't Octavia's wasteland, but it was closer to it than Fandom usually was, and so she had been feeling a very weird sense of belonging, all through this week so far. And then feeling conficted about that feeling, because it wasn't as if she'd missed having to scavenge for survival, but -- in some weird way, maybe she had?

She'd also gone further and further back into looking like a Grounder, this week. All tough, practical leather with her hair braided back along her scalp, away from her face. And of course, armed with both her grim-looking sword as well as the knife she'd bought from Cable a while back.

And, guess this off-island trip was special because she'd gone for the warpaint, too. Black around the eyes, with specific shapes on her forehead and her cheeks.

"Food's an obvious priority. Anything else?"

[what_the_shock]

Miguel had no weapons, but he had his suit and himself. He was hoping he'd mostly be needed for carrying supplies, but he wasn't counting on it.

"Ready. Shock, this place looks awful."