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cape_kore2013-05-07 01:33 am
blackmagus) wrote in cape_kore2013-05-07 01:33 am
002 ✳ day 68 ✳ video/action
[In the morning, Fortescue sets out with a pillowcase and a bucket to see what objects she can collect for the Doctor. Items not currently used by anyone else, of course. Her restlessness means that she has the town's layout completely memorized — and her job, in which knowing every possible exit is necessary. 'Tools' are what the Doctor had specified, and without raiding kitchens she mostly collects gardening tools. Most of them seem to be in good condition. She also discovers two clocks that were evidently abandoned to the elements, and puts them in with the tools. The rake she finds doesn't fit in the pillowcase, naturally, and so she carries it over her shoulder as she walks, Jazz trailing along like a fuzzy shadow behind her.
Instead of handing off her cargo immediately, she goes to the water beyond the park. While she can't claim to be an educated fisher, she has no line or pole, either. She has something much more effective. Placing all of her objects on the ground, she ventures onto the dock and looks into the water. Fortescue hasn't used her magic here, much, leery of this whole thing being an Inveterate mind game to seek information. But it's been a week since her arrival, and there have been none of the warning signs that she was trained to look for. This is, truly, another world, and the realization is rather bittersweet.
Fortescue crouches down and holds her hand out over the water to harness the deep, dark shadows under the docks. For a moment, the light in that area seems even brighter. She manipulates tendrils of shadow upward, searching for fish that she can't see — feeling the water with magic. At first, she finds nothing. But then her tendrils brush the tail of a fish, and she closes them around it. She barely needs to concentrate to lift the fish from the water, filling her bucket. It's not a fish she recognizes, but at least it looks mundane and not poisonous. And also big enough to have some meat on it.
She sits there for some time, practicing after a week of abstaining. It feels strange to use her abilities this way — usually she throws people around, rather than grabbing fish — but it strikes her as useful. Some of the fish are too little; she throws them back after their terrifying ordeal. But in the few hours she sits there, she draws ten fish up. They slap noisily around in the bucket, Jazz swatting at their tails excitedly (running away a moment when they splash him with water). That's more than enough for she and her roommates, and so she turns on her communicator.]
I don't suppose anyone would like a fish supper?
[Fortescue gestures to the bucket next to her, teeming with fish, as she sits beyond the park a few feet from the docks. Jazz, the feline looking quite damp, stares at it with wary interest from a few feet away. Fish are very wet, he's discovered, and he trusts that his mistress will feed him later.]
I have enough extra to feed four, if anyone would like them. And can cook them. That last part is fairly important, I suppose.
[private to the Doctor - early evening]
I found you a few things. Shall I drop them off now?
Instead of handing off her cargo immediately, she goes to the water beyond the park. While she can't claim to be an educated fisher, she has no line or pole, either. She has something much more effective. Placing all of her objects on the ground, she ventures onto the dock and looks into the water. Fortescue hasn't used her magic here, much, leery of this whole thing being an Inveterate mind game to seek information. But it's been a week since her arrival, and there have been none of the warning signs that she was trained to look for. This is, truly, another world, and the realization is rather bittersweet.
Fortescue crouches down and holds her hand out over the water to harness the deep, dark shadows under the docks. For a moment, the light in that area seems even brighter. She manipulates tendrils of shadow upward, searching for fish that she can't see — feeling the water with magic. At first, she finds nothing. But then her tendrils brush the tail of a fish, and she closes them around it. She barely needs to concentrate to lift the fish from the water, filling her bucket. It's not a fish she recognizes, but at least it looks mundane and not poisonous. And also big enough to have some meat on it.
She sits there for some time, practicing after a week of abstaining. It feels strange to use her abilities this way — usually she throws people around, rather than grabbing fish — but it strikes her as useful. Some of the fish are too little; she throws them back after their terrifying ordeal. But in the few hours she sits there, she draws ten fish up. They slap noisily around in the bucket, Jazz swatting at their tails excitedly (running away a moment when they splash him with water). That's more than enough for she and her roommates, and so she turns on her communicator.]
I don't suppose anyone would like a fish supper?
[Fortescue gestures to the bucket next to her, teeming with fish, as she sits beyond the park a few feet from the docks. Jazz, the feline looking quite damp, stares at it with wary interest from a few feet away. Fish are very wet, he's discovered, and he trusts that his mistress will feed him later.]
I have enough extra to feed four, if anyone would like them. And can cook them. That last part is fairly important, I suppose.
[private to the Doctor - early evening]
I found you a few things. Shall I drop them off now?