![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
01 | Video/Action | Day 108
[It's been a week since Anita's arrival in the Cape, and all that time, she's managed to monitor the network without actually making herself known, taking the opportunity the blackout and the defunct network had provided her to move around town unnoticed and get the lay of the land. By now, she's more or less settled -- she has housemates she gets along with reasonably well, one of them a stray Allison brought home after no less than two days after their arrival. She has a potential ally in a man she's still not entirely convinced isn't a yeti, and a woman who practically reeks of magic but without that undertone of malice.
All things considered, there's something of a silver lining to this new situation, though she certainly has plenty of choice words for their captors if she ever gets the chance. She's determined to make that opportunity arise sooner or later.
When she addresses the feed, she's sitting on the front steps of House 10, arms resting on her knees.]
I haven't been here long, but I think I've got most of the details by now. [People had been helpful, for the most part.] The food supply is low and it sounds like people are doing whatever they can to help supplement it. I hear people hunt. I'd like to get in on that, but it would help to know what's available to us in the way of weapons.
[She has her knives, and her guns with their limited ammo, but she's never been much of a trapper despite being vaguely outdoorsy. She'd done a lot of field work during college that had required her to spend time out in the woods and knew well enough how to forage, but hunting anything that wasn't, you know, monstrous was entirely new. Animals couldn't be all that different, could they? Just... smaller. Potentially less vicious.
Right.]
Do we have the resources to replace or even forge spent ammunition, for instance? Or do we get to play pioneer and do it the authentic way?
[You know. Bows and arrows. That kind of thing.]
Any kind of feedback would be appreciated. If I'm going to be stuck here, might as well pitch in and do what I can to help.
[The feed ends. She'll be sitting outside of House 10 for awhile if anyone comes by or wants to pester her, and later in the day, she can be found at the docks, doing a little investigating.]
All things considered, there's something of a silver lining to this new situation, though she certainly has plenty of choice words for their captors if she ever gets the chance. She's determined to make that opportunity arise sooner or later.
When she addresses the feed, she's sitting on the front steps of House 10, arms resting on her knees.]
I haven't been here long, but I think I've got most of the details by now. [People had been helpful, for the most part.] The food supply is low and it sounds like people are doing whatever they can to help supplement it. I hear people hunt. I'd like to get in on that, but it would help to know what's available to us in the way of weapons.
[She has her knives, and her guns with their limited ammo, but she's never been much of a trapper despite being vaguely outdoorsy. She'd done a lot of field work during college that had required her to spend time out in the woods and knew well enough how to forage, but hunting anything that wasn't, you know, monstrous was entirely new. Animals couldn't be all that different, could they? Just... smaller. Potentially less vicious.
Right.]
Do we have the resources to replace or even forge spent ammunition, for instance? Or do we get to play pioneer and do it the authentic way?
[You know. Bows and arrows. That kind of thing.]
Any kind of feedback would be appreciated. If I'm going to be stuck here, might as well pitch in and do what I can to help.
[The feed ends. She'll be sitting outside of House 10 for awhile if anyone comes by or wants to pester her, and later in the day, she can be found at the docks, doing a little investigating.]
no subject
[ It's curious, a tad amused, like he expects to know the answer already, but not unkind. ]
no subject
Which means I've got no reason to believe you, either.
[Skepticism at its finest.]
no subject
Forced faith isn't faith Anita.
no subject
[More than most people she's met, in fact.]
But that doesn't mean I'm gullible. [She pauses, wary.] You know my name.
[She doesn't remember giving it. But it wouldn't be the first time someone or something had read it off of her, either.]
no subject
I do know your name. Among other things about you.
no subject
[It never really gets any less unsettling, now matter how many people read various information off of her.]
no subject
[ Because clearly they are the odds ones here. ]
no subject
no subject
no subject
[She sounds irate, regardless. She's had a lot of this kind of crap in the past couple of years.]
no subject
no subject
[Unless they're acting like a creeper. Then there are creeper vibes -- but no, you know, werewolf vibes or anything.]
no subject
[ He has to go in person for more, but he can do that and now be detected - and has. ]
no subject
[She makes a face. She's clearly not loving that idea.]
no subject
[ He means the archangels here, rather than the general Host. ]
- do yes. Souls were always ours to judge.
[ Which meant they had to be able to read them. ]
no subject
Huh. Well, if you don't mind... could you at least pretend you can't read me? I'm not really an open-book kind of girl. You're going to screw with my mystique.
[But mostly it just creeps her out.]
no subject
I wouldn't tell anyone what I did know.
[ Michael's not here, and he can do it on his own. ]
Angels aren't very good at pretense, but I can not mention what I know.
no subject
[Vaguely.]
I think, uh-- you know what, I think I've taken up enough of your time.
no subject
[ Just. Putting that out there. ]
I'll see you around then.