ａｕｄｉｏ + ａｃｔｉｏｎ.

[wolfchild]

[ she begins without preamble, speaking clearly and surely. ]

I have things to trade in the cafeteria. There's hams and cheeses, doughnuts, and juices. Socks too, and wet wipes, toys and jewelry. I've got books too for those who want them and markers in lots of colors. There's a lot more too. I'll be here all day or until it's all gone.

[ she took over a section of the cafeteria for her use. her direwolf lies beside her, guarding both her and the cart.

her wheeled cart ( commandeered from the clinic ) is full of items: the top has a tray of finger food from the promised cold hams and cheeses to oysters and shrimp packed in ice with sauces alongside, even cooked mini pizzas. below are assorted vending machine goods in their wrappers, sacks of ground coffee and hot chocolate, and a dozen fresh doughnuts. she has a pitcher of lemonade and a half-gallon of fruit punch.

in the drawers are assorted items such as wipes, hand sanitizers, socks and scarves, toys including a stuffed bear that moves and talks when you press its stomach, a few books and papers and markers.

hidden inside a bag at the girl's feet are a few cartons of cigarettes and small bottles of whiskey and wine for those who can pay a little extra. ]

Comments

gosh inbox g o s h

[wolfchild]

Don't go outside, there's no air. [ she knows he meant re: books. she also needed to let the snark out somehow. ]

'M Cat.

this is probably a lesson about not checking your tags on your phone at work or something

[getoffmyearth]

Sure isn't. That's why space is cold. And that's what they make nifty helmets that extract oxygen from practically nothing for.

[It probably doesn't work in the void of space, actually, but details, details. It works anywhere else. They don't need to get into those semantics right now.]

Cat, huh? I'm Peter. They shake hands where you're from?

[wolfchild]

[ she only gives him a look like "what are you even talking about." whether it's in reference to the space comment or the handshake or both isn't obvious. ]

No.

[getoffmyearth]

Oh, good, that saves me from having to attempt to be diplomatic or polite.

[He gets that look a lot. He tends to deserve it, too. Something about "hey my teammate killing you wore off what's the problem" and "did you know if you set off that giant bomb you will rip open the universe maybe don't do that" and "we're going to take a mad titan into the evil universe and use him to get rid of it" provokes a lot of incredulous and frankly contemptuous and baffled stares.]

I'm guessing they also don't talk a lot where you come from either.

[wolfchild]

[ the flat look that follows must also be very familiar. she remains silent and unsmiling, waiting for him to get something else or leave. ]