exsiliumlogs | done stayed around this old town too long

Date & Time: Throughout January
Location: Shops in New Exsilium first couple weeks, and the great snowy beyond the last couple weeks.
Characters: Anne Boleyn and YOU! ; Jesse Pinkman, Mike Ehrmantraut, Lisbeth Salander, Max Briest.
Summary: Anne wants to see home, but she'd rather not freeze to death in the venture.
Warnings: PG for now (~~might~~ will get worse because look at those characters).
Notes: Feel free to use brackets, I'm just used to setting up logs like this.

{ Marketplace & Tunnels ; OPEN }

The scene surrounding them may be pristine, but it's still ready to freeze any poor Transport's ears off. Any chance Anne can take to avoid the snow, she will, and so after finding a home with Max and Lisbeth, she had wasted little time in attempting to charm a 'local' into helping her navigate. It still wasn't easy, and isn't now, but she just doesn't have the best boots to handle such deep snow. Even her riding boots from home wouldn't have made much of a difference, and she's all but had to abandon her normal shoes except when inside her apartment.

Boots are one of the items she's seeking out in the market, along with supplies to assist in a true camping venture. More of an expedition, perhaps, considering this world is so far in the future it's not even recognizable as the place it once used to be; Anne's home region, Kent. That won't stop her from wishing to seek out her old home, having nothing to chain her to this pitiful excuse of a village. Well, nothing but her friends, and she is gladdened to know that most of them have agreed to join her.

So she seeks out what she can not just for herself, but for them, and once again must thank Max and her hard work in earning their funds. Although she's never been clear with Anne on how she's earned it, the woman is no fool, and pays attention to hours kept. But it's best left unsaid, and Anne accepts any allowance with a smile and a kiss, and somehow their odd lives continue on in a strange, barbarian monotony.

This will be her last shopping trip for a couple of weeks, and she's glad for it, but it might just take her all day and a few trips. Along with boots, she'll need better clothing, and little time to make it herself, a thermos, and of course there's food, matches (a lighter if she's lucky), rope, at least one tent, a lantern, and if she really hits the jackpot a compass. Most of the other supplies they already own in one measure or another.

Though she's focused on her goals, Anne is still a social person through misery and frustration, and all of her charm and coy tricks are used on any merchant she can find use of. Should that not work, maybe another Transport can help her out...if in nothing else, then helping her carry her overflowing basket. It's already difficult enough to walk through such deep snow in her ornate skirts and cloak, after all, and who knows what dangers could be lurking in the tunnels on her way through.

{ Backpacking! }

Anne has decided she loathes pants. Whyever it is that future women boast of their allowance to wear them is lost on her, and she hardly feels freedom. If anything she feels more constrained, not to mention strange. But she'd had to wear trousers on her first mission and those are what she's wearing now with a wool shirt and her fur-lined cloak to help keep the worst of the frigid air off of her. There's no helping the deep snow, but it seems snow shoes are the one thing in great supply in this frigid world, so at least until somebody's break they shouldn't have to worry over frostbite.

With so many supplies, and the distance meant to be covered, Anne might have killed just for at least one horse, but there was no luck in that department. So they just have to tough it; something that Anne struggles with more than anybody, though she does her best to keep her complaints unheard. This was her idea, after all, and she is ever grateful for the friends accompanying her and assisting in carrying the necessary supplies. The chill makes it hard to socialize while walking, but surely they'll need the distraction, anyway. When camping, supplies might be limited, but Anne will do what she can to keep stew or porridge ready for everyone, and though she only found one tent, she's willing to share it with any other who couldn't find or make any.

Anne had done what reading she could on such travel, but there's little to actually prepare her for the force of nature. It's only her deep loyalty and longing for home that keeps her on. Unfortunately they'll find nothing but coastline after a week of travel, but once there Anne will be reluctant to move. She's a woman possessed during this progress, her motivations and desires kept as silent as her objections, at least for now. Enough wine might remedy that, which you can be sure Anne brought plenty of, along with ale. Someone else might want to remember the water.

And hopefully there are no yetis. (There will be yetis.)

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Yutaka was just looking around the market for interesting things. Baubles, food, clothes, whatever really struck his fancy. Sometimes introverted guys needed some time out in the sun... or snow as it was. He didn't mind the cold though, there was no way shinigami could die from the cold for one. With 003 flapping beside him, he went from stall to stall, uninterestedly eyeing their wares.

"Wonder what we'll bring home...."

With a goal in mind, she wouldn't take the time to bother some strange man walking around taking care of his own business. But in passing it would be rude to ignore an acquaintance, whether or not he has taken notice. His hair is rather impossible for her to miss, the length still reminding her too much of a woman's.

Before he can pass her by, she dips in a slight curtsy with a flourish of her cloak, basket quickly swapping to her left hand so that she can do so effortlessly. There's still no helping her butchery of the Japanese tongue, but she continues to try.

"Master Watari, good morrow. What brings you to the market at such an early hour? Have you a new experiment?"

done stayed around this old town too long

{ Marketplace & Tunnels ; OPEN }

{ Backpacking! }

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