1st Dusting

[makeitquick]

[Voice]

[This voiced bit is made after this hapadash intro here. Getting to be around sunset now]

So, is this Slayer part two here, show up in some "other world?" Gotta say, this is totally toy if it is.

But hey, girl's gotta do, right? So any lurks out there, here I am. Come find me, I dare you.

[To be honest, she's not sure if she believes this is the case or not. She's just restless - to be out of Versi, to not be near Gates or Erin or her new flat with all the heritage she was just beginning to discover. To assume - or perhaps more accurately, pretend - that showing up in this weird wing-world is an extension of that whole deal.

If anyone wants an action portion instead, she's wishing she had her scythe or blaster hanging out around central plaza, on one of the shop roofs, watching people. At least she has on her own set of clothes by now]

Comments

[touchofrogue]

[Not the right thing to say to someone whose brother is currently in the hands of evil scientists. She scowls.]

Then I hope you enjoy your stay.

[makeitquick]

[...Well, that's a reaction. She arches an eyebrow. Probably hit a nerve or something.]

Sure I won't. Hell might be a thing I know a bit about dealing with, but it'd be skew if I enjoyed it.

[And then she brushes past, to see what exactly the store offers. if she pissed off this gal, it might not be worth it to count on her help, after all]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue just lets her go. She'll be around if Melaka needs anything or wants to risk striking up a conversation again.

Irritated or not, she will do her job, both the Item Shop and the hero gig.]

[makeitquick]

[O...kay. Let's see - this will be useful, and this. Oh, some crosses? That'll do. Actually-]

'Cuse me, you know where bags are?

[touchofrogue]

[She glances at the girl, assesses, then nods.]

Canvas style's that aisle. [And a point.] Anything more heavy-duty's in with camping.

[makeitquick]

And where's camping?

[Never been camping. But she follows along the point]

[touchofrogue]

Along the far wall.

[...sigh.]

What kindsa things are you lookin' for?

[makeitquick]

[In a tone that's deadpan, but also slightly coy]

Things to deal with hell, and things to put the things to deal with it in.

[touchofrogue]

[Heh]

Anyone tell ya 'hell' had a Welcome Center?

[makeitquick]

More a hands on girl.

[She rummages through some bags here. Looking for one thick but not too bulky]

But yeah, I'll be ocking that next.

[touchofrogue]

[...'ocking.']

Suit yourself.

[With a little shrug.]

[makeitquick]

So what are you doing here?

[Hm... no this bag is too heavy]

[touchofrogue]

Mmm?

[makeitquick]

Not the world-here or hell-here, I meant more the shop-here.

[touchofrogue]

The last guy runnin' the place got sent home. New stuff gets dumped here every day. [Shrug] It's somethin' ta do.

[makeitquick]

Yeah, 'Guess it would be.

[A beat] Wait, actually- got a thing to protect from the UVs? Or's there a dome or what?

[touchofrogue]

[UVs... UV Rays?]

Like, what, sunscreen?

[makeitquick]

...I dunno, I'm a warren gal. Never need to think too much about UVs down there. You got 'screen strong enough for this direct of exposure?

[touchofrogue]

[...warren. Like a rabbit warren? Hmm.]

'less you're allergic, the sun ain't gonna hurtcha save if ya stay out too long. 'Sides, it's comin' through a barrier anyway.

[makeitquick]

[Melaka stops moving there, paused in messing the bags. No... way. She couldn't have heard that right, could she have]

...The sun doesn't hurt?

[touchofrogue]

[She shifts to give the other girl her full attention. She doesn't want to be telling her something if the reason has to do with her... species or whatever.]

Ya got a reason why it would?

[makeitquick]

The UVs, 'course. [She turns, wide-eyed, a little awestruck] The barrier blocks 'em all? Enough that you only need to worry 'bout a skin thing?

[touchofrogue]

[...]

Most worlds I know, the only thing ya hafta worry about with the sun is a skin thing. You can burn, from the heat. Or if you're in it too much, you can get a skin cancer. Luceti's just like that.

1/2

[makeitquick]

[That little? No radiation sickness? No little girls losing limbs at birth? No girls going blind from looking to direction? No hair pigmentation changing? No anything? No mutations? No... She inhales, trying to not betray how ... she doesn't even know if she's jealous or just in awe. A little of both, probably]

[makeitquick]

...Jesu.

'Right, thanks for the heads up.

[And she forces herself to try to go back to looking at the bags. A world in which the sun doesn't make radies. That's insane]