(no subject)

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

OOM: Every sixteen years or so, the radscorpion population of northeastern Maryland migrates en masse to breed, like a vast and chitinous sea of extraordinarily pointy salmon.

Fifteen years ago, a group of hapless wanderers moved into a pre-War house directly in the middle of the migration path.

A week ago the Brotherhood of Steel scouting expedition to Philadelphia agreed to help the farmers in question in exchange for safe passage across the Susquehanna River.

And X-23 and Stitch volunteered to help too.

... anyway, that was then, and Ellen and her scouting delegation are gonna be in Philadelphia in the morning, but there are noises like nothing any of them have ever heard coming from the direction of the Delaware River, so Ellen's taking the opportunity to get dinner at the Bar. It makes standing guard overnight a lot easier. Feel free to stop by and say hi if you like; there's room at her table.

(no subject)

[is_the_motion]

[oom: Bonnie tries to get plans in motion. She meets with obstacles.]

Bonnie spent most of her weekend making calls, and has now drawn up a list of which of her boys will come and help her sort out the giant junk piles in her house.

It turns out, looking at what she has, that quite a lot of it could be used to construct sheds to put some of the rest of it in. So Bonnie is currently outside the forge, welding together a lot of flat metal pieces to make larger panels.

(no subject)

[fluffiest_archadian]

[OOM: Important Political Figures Keep Dying, or Hearing Secondhand About Plot, a memoir by the entire populace of Ivalice. In which there is a lot of dying, bullying and violence within the Rabanastre Garrison, and religious oppression. Warnings for death, bully and violence, and religious oppression.]

Sherral's shoulders are tense when he comes in today, and perhaps a little more alarmingly, there's a rather livid bruise surrounding one bloodshot eye, and a rather wide (but scabbed over) gash just above it. He's not in the best of moods.

This is why he takes his tea today with whiskey in it when he reaches the bar, even though that is sacrilege, and why moments after ordering said tea with whiskey in it, he also just orders a small bottle of whiskey to swig neat while his tea is cooling down.

(And some rich tea biscuits. They're a luxury not often found in Dalmasca - something the few traders who do bring them in realised mere moments after they realised that Archadian soldiers would want them. He feels like a bit of luxury.)