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etrayalogs2026-03-10 01:26 pm
numinousname) wrote in etrayalogs2026-03-10 01:26 pm
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WHO: E-Soul & Tristan
WHEN: early March prior to mission things
WHERE: Charronway & Lakewell
WHAT: commercial/rural living practice for fun and bonding
NOTES\WARNINGS: no warnings in the opener; cws to be marked as needed in subject lines
After the agreement to ready up and spend some time learning wilderness survival tricks, Tristan does a brief study of the maps available to them (they really need to find out about that mysterious doctor with the paper maps!) and realizes, with some relief, that the distance is truly nothing! Well, nothing to a person who is used to trekking for miles and miles on foot; would a city-bred sort have the stamina to walk a couple miles? Time to find out!
By contrast, could a mild-mannered elf find the stamina to face the shiny, echoing linoleum and aggressive assault of advertising inherent to the mall where supplies were to be found? That sensory assault may shave a few miles off their projected output...
...but that isn't what Tristan is thinking about in that initial, flinching immersion into contemporary shopping paradise (or hell? it's all a matter of perspective, especially when one considers how eerily empty it is of much but machines and an errant Etrayan minding their own business). At least they're braced for the shock of climate control - many such buildings have it.
"Goodness..." This place is an excursion in of itself, isn't it? They're glad they won't be trying to navigate it alone.
And speaking of: Their ears catch the sound of the automatic doors yards behind them, turning and perking up at the sight of an increasingly familiar helmet shape.
WHEN: early March prior to mission things
WHERE: Charronway & Lakewell
WHAT: commercial/rural living practice for fun and bonding
NOTES\WARNINGS: no warnings in the opener; cws to be marked as needed in subject lines
After the agreement to ready up and spend some time learning wilderness survival tricks, Tristan does a brief study of the maps available to them (they really need to find out about that mysterious doctor with the paper maps!) and realizes, with some relief, that the distance is truly nothing! Well, nothing to a person who is used to trekking for miles and miles on foot; would a city-bred sort have the stamina to walk a couple miles? Time to find out!
By contrast, could a mild-mannered elf find the stamina to face the shiny, echoing linoleum and aggressive assault of advertising inherent to the mall where supplies were to be found? That sensory assault may shave a few miles off their projected output...
...but that isn't what Tristan is thinking about in that initial, flinching immersion into contemporary shopping paradise (or hell? it's all a matter of perspective, especially when one considers how eerily empty it is of much but machines and an errant Etrayan minding their own business). At least they're braced for the shock of climate control - many such buildings have it.
"Goodness..." This place is an excursion in of itself, isn't it? They're glad they won't be trying to navigate it alone.
And speaking of: Their ears catch the sound of the automatic doors yards behind them, turning and perking up at the sight of an increasingly familiar helmet shape.