[OPEN] If there's a place you got to go, I'm the one you need to know

[peaceinchaos]

Date & Time: Over the course of a few days during some vague point of November.....
Location: The Catacombs
Characters: Everybooody (yeaaa-aaah)
Summary: Time to explore some caves. Grab your backpack! Let's go! Ivaminos!
Warnings: who even knows, really bad jokes.

The caverns were massive and expansive. They certainly weren't going to run out of places to look, which, considering this was a jaunt fueled largely by boredom, was encouraging. Down below, there were the remains of the emergency camps and makeshift dwellings the natives and transports had made during the bombing a few months earlier. Beyond that were relics of ages past, in various degrees of decomposition, including a somewhat distressing amount of CDs that seemed to be largely made up of boybands from the 1990's stacked neatly at the end of one cavern.

Clearly this called for further exploration.

(ooc: Treat this like a regular Transport/mission log.  Make a thread, hit up others, gain new cr and profit.  Backtag forever, everyone is welcome, don't forget to tag yourself.)
 

Comments

[charming_jerk]

Um, okay? Like this? [He just holds it out straight in front of him, palm up.]

[whatsupcroc]

< Woah! Sure, just don't throw me around! >

( Collette crash-lands into his palm, tiny nails scratching on flesh as her membranous wings fluttering against skin as she scrambles for a decent hold. She catches herself eventually, shaking her head and starting the awkward climb up along his arm. She feels off center and unbalanced until she has material under her claws, something she's not afraid of gripping firmly.

Once in place, she braces herself and clicks, reading the image as it comes back to her. )

< Two feet to the left there's a rock coming up to your knees, but we'll want to step over that to get around to where the chest is. >

[charming_jerk]

[That tickles! :T]

Alright, got it. Ya think there's actually anythin' useful in it, or is it just gonna be another buncha boy band CDs or copies of Twilight?

[whatsupcroc]

( Collette flicks her large ears forward, then to the sides. )

< Not a clue! >

( She announces finally. )

< If it is, we can always bargain them to the people who trade in obscure memorabilia of early Exsilium days. >

[charming_jerk]

Alright, I see it. Guess we only got one way to find out. [Well, let's see what's inside! If it won't open easily, he might just start kicking it. Let's hope it's nothing fragile.]

i hit crazyville

[whatsupcroc]

( The chest resists at first, age gumming down the hinges and lip. Rust coats the back hinges, though with a little persistence (or a few decent kicks), something will give and the hinges will crack right off. Lifting the top will reveal silverware made of actual silver, three tea cups two saucers, a journal, a band of metal in the shape of a ring, and a tiny figurine of Cthulhu. )

< You did it! You did it! What's in there? >

they're rich!! or not.

[charming_jerk]

It's... what the hell. [He quickly digs through, hoping for something more interesting. Frowning, he holds up the journal and the Cthulhu figurine.]

A buncha junk. Shoulda known.

rich in EXPERIENCES

[whatsupcroc]

( Collette legitimately can't see anything all that well right now. )

< Can you be more descriptive? All I'm picking up is boxy and I'm not even sure what that other thing is! >

[charming_jerk]

Oh, right. Uh, some silverware, a fucking tea set, a ring, a book an'.... a squid monster statute thing.

[whatsupcroc]

( Collette takes that in... and crawls to the point of his shoulder carefully as she laughs in his head. )

< A squid monster statue? That's crazy! The rest sounds pretty much usable. I bet it was someone's prized possessions, like a hope chest or something. >

( Hope chests didn't really work that way, kiddo. )

[charming_jerk]

Maybe. Antique shops in town might be interested in this silverware and teacups, I guess.

...'The hell's a hope chest?

[whatsupcroc]

< Something that people had back when wagon trains were the way to get around. >

( Mass human migration seems like the perfect reason to find a chest fulled with household items. )

< I wonder if anything else is around, or if we're going to be rich on cutlery and china. >

( She trundles back toward his neck, claws clutching at the fabric of his shirt. )

[charming_jerk]

Dunno. We can keep lookin', I guess. Don't think we'll be striking gold anytime soon, though.

[whatsupcroc]

( She clicks, getting another read of the area, realizing that the nod that followed would be lost given their relative positions. )

< There might be another cave linked up to this one. We can see if we find that! Though in a little bit I'm going to need to take a five minute break or so. >

[charming_jerk]

A break? Might as take one now. Before we move on, I guess?

[whatsupcroc]

< Works for me! I've got to take off for a bit. Just wait here please! >

( With no further warning, she tumbles off his shoulder and flaps her wings hard to pull away. Collette doesn't go far -- around a few stalagmites -- before coming down into an awkward landing and beginning to demorph.

Shifting dirt and a few popping sounds accompany her disappearance as the demorphing process begins. )

[charming_jerk]

[Well that sounds downright odd.]

...The hell are you doin'?

[whatsupcroc]

< Demor-- >

( Responding right as she enters the stage where enough of her mouth and vocal chords are around to deactivate the Thought Speak which came along with each foreign morph, she finishes with a jumbled: )

--pppppfffhing. Demorphing. Sorry, can I have another minute?

[charming_jerk]

De-what-ing? What the shit? [THAT WAS CREEPY]

[whatsupcroc]

( Collette didn't answer, finishing out her morph and awkwardly regaining the air under her membranous wings. )

< Demorphing! It's a thing I have to do. I'm not really a bat, you know. Can you hold out your hand again? >