[whenever silco returns home, whether it's during the afternoon or evening (player's choice), he will first be greeted by a recognizable jacket in his living room. the overcoat being worn isn't by the primary owner, not when the person's figure is so slender and the attire is almost gigantic. but silco will witness jinx looming over the coffee table, arched forward as she views over a massive sheet of paper with her phone idling next to it.
from afar, it's difficult to see just what she's looking over (beyond the colorful markings), but once close, it's appears to be a rough duplicate of the diagram of their "world". the bluenette stretches over to her custom-made mug from the opposite side of her phone, and sips — slurping obnoxiously with her brows bunching close together. but her upper lip curls up into a snarl, and shoots a glance to the right of her (to nothing):]
Yeah, I know traveling by wagon isn't gonna cut it. You don't have to tell me twice. I just gotta go by foot.
[browsing down to her map again, and setting her cup back in place, the teenager rolls her eyes and blows out a frustrating huff through her nostrils.]
Nooooooo, you won't survive out there alone, but I will. See? that's the difference between you and me. Now, pipe down, and listen.
[she points sharply at a little oasis at the center of the map.]
There! This is where we need to go. The only other place here that should have Honey Fruit. — All we gotta do is just go there, pluck a few, then head back. So easy-peasy, a brainless doofus can pull it off.
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Date: 2024-11-03 07:47 pm (UTC)from afar, it's difficult to see just what she's looking over (beyond the colorful markings), but once close, it's appears to be a rough duplicate of the diagram of their "world". the bluenette stretches over to her custom-made mug from the opposite side of her phone, and sips — slurping obnoxiously with her brows bunching close together. but her upper lip curls up into a snarl, and shoots a glance to the right of her (to nothing):]
Yeah, I know traveling by wagon isn't gonna cut it. You don't have to tell me twice. I just gotta go by foot.
[browsing down to her map again, and setting her cup back in place, the teenager rolls her eyes and blows out a frustrating huff through her nostrils.]
Nooooooo, you won't survive out there alone, but I will. See? that's the difference between you and me. Now, pipe down, and listen.
[she points sharply at a little oasis at the center of the map.]
There! This is where we need to go. The only other place here that should have Honey Fruit. — All we gotta do is just go there, pluck a few, then head back. So easy-peasy, a brainless doofus can pull it off.