(2016-06-13) Soda and Mystery Meat
Soda and Mystery Meat
Summary: Monica and Ginny get to know one another over an afternoon of scavenging.
Date: June 13th, 2016
Related: None
Players:
genevieve..monica..

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402 Chestnut Street Stratford
Mon Jun 13, 2016 — Mon Jun 13 23:27:17 2016


A simple, brick, three bedroom ranch house, circa 1950ish. Once through the front door the living room immediatly greets you with it's modern furnishings, electronics and decor. Above the cold fireplace is a mirror and framed family pictures dot the mantel.

Onward to an updated, mostly, eat in kitchen, a few dishes still in the sink, along with a pool of stagnant water causing the stainless steel to rust. More pictures and magnets cover the fridge.

Down a hallway are three bedrooms, two clearly having belonged to either teens, the other clearly for an adult or pair of adults. Only one bathroom, typical for this age of house.

From the outside it is easy to tell that at one point the house had solar panels, but those are long gone.


Weather:
It is spring. The weather is warm and stormy.

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There appears to be a storm a'brewin'! Ginny, who once lived close to a tumultuous ocean, can recognize all of the signs. There is warmth, with a dash of cold which usual precedes thunder; she can smell rain. She had left her apartment that morning, informing anyone who asked about where she was going: scavenging. There was this house that she spied not too long ago that, while perhaps having been scoured already… she was going to check anyway. She had to do /something/ to keep some unwelcome doldrums away.

Despite the blue-gray sky, there are a few beams of sunlight being stingily offered… and this alights the window panes of a long-abandoned kitchen as the young woman sets foot into this former family dwelling. She starts off a scavenging session in a way that she /usually/ does, when it comes to someone's old house…

A reverent, thoughtful pause as she looks around the kitchen; at the fridge and it's pictures. Ginny wonders where these people all went, or if their ends were swift. She does not dwell long, and if one joins her in this house they will hear her footsteps in the silent space.

<Scavenge> Genevieve searches and finds:
1 Scented Jar Candles
1 Jars Dried Herbs
3 T-shirts

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Monica needs, above all, to get out of the shop. The weather's no good for swimming, the smoke house is full up on meat for a while, and her pistol design is coming along, but really, her enthusiasm for killing tools is a little reduced. She's still digesting what Piper told her, trying to flesh it out with the words that are missing, and wondering what she meant. Also, she's dying to get her hands on a drone. None of which are happening today. Today, she's got her new rifle slung over her shoulder and she's going scavenging. From the faint footsteps, she realizes she's not alone. She shrugs the rifle off her shoulder, and holds it handy, if not ready. "Hello?"

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Finally, the woman spreads out her find on the table: a dusty scented candle (ooo, lilac; will be nice on the patio), a jar of dried rosemary and from one of the teenagers' rooms… a few shirts. Great condition… surely, these will help somebody. Ginny is in the middle or looking these garments over when she hears both movement, and a voice at the entrance of the home.

"Hello! It's safe!" Genevieve calls over a shoulder, adding on the later reassurance instinctively. Leaving her wares for a bit, she walks out of the kitchen to greet the new arrival and.. oh! It's that girl from the reservoir! Ginny's wary expression shifts into honest kindness, golden eyes sparkling. "Hi Monica," She says to the gun-wielding blonde. "Just me, Ginny. Checking the place out before the sun goes down… join me?"

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Monica relaxes, recognizing the voice, followed by the woman herself. She slings the rifle again and smiles. "Hi. Ginny, right. I'd love to." She looks over Ginny's haul thus far. "Looks like you've done pretty well."

<Scavenge> Monica searches and finds:
7 Cans of Soda (flat)
2 Bottles of General Cleaner
1 Pack of Gum
1 Container Chocolate Syrup

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"Not too badly, miss," Ginny admits, smiling ruefully. "Sometimes I feel bad rootin' through peoples' things, but… they won't be needing 'em." She adds, stepping aside in case Monica wishes to case out the kitchen. "Still quite a bit in here, though yah can't pay me enough to crack that fridge open. Whatever is in there will scream at us." She rubs the back of her neck, pushing her thick braid aside. A nod to her own find, "Anything you see there that y'want, you're welcome to it."

Her offer made, she steps out of the kitchen but remains in earshot. Her eyes pass through the living room, "How've you been?"

<FS3> Genevieve rolls Search: Good Success.

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Monica does, in fact, peek into the fridge. She slams it shut at the sound of the blowfly park it's become. "Ew." Mon shudders. "Gonna have to take that outside if I want to do anything with it. And let it stand open for a couple of days." She scrounges in the cabinets. "I've been ok. Little crazy, but…" She peers up at Ginny and smiles. "As I dig into it, I'm realizing that's not exactly a new thing." She reaches back into the back with her gloved hand. "Got something… Oh man… Hershey's syrup. Dates to… hey, it's pretty fresh. Might even still be good. How've you been?"

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A swift exploration of the living room reveals something that Ginny was hoping to find! She cases the place out respectfully; not smashing, tipping, or ripping things apart. She is efficient, but gentle… handling the mortal remains of these peoples' lives with utmost care. Over the back of a sad couch she finds a deep blue throw blanket that has barely been touched. Beneath it, tucked into the cushions, another blanket… this one pink!

But the quality, and the softness… yup, just as useful. They don't even smell that awful, either! Her lithe arms work to fold the two blankets and she moves into the kitchen to add them to her stash. She listens to Mon's reply, and her smile widens. "Well, for crazy, you seem to be keeping yourself together. S'long as you can still smile while going mad, that's important… though perhaps a bit scary." She chuckles gently. Waving at the stinky air following Mon's peek into the fridge, she watches her companion discover the syrup. Her laughter rings forth. "Is it as old as me? So much sugar, it'll last through a few more Waves.. worth taking."

"I've been.. ok. Making a fool of myself. I seem to forget that this world is far different, now.. when it comes to interacting with others."

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Monica sets the can down and wrestles out some soda. "Now these are old.. nineteen… ninety-two. Scrap aluminum." She looks up at Ginny. "It's different… there's a lot of the old world that's worth preserving, for when things get better though." She sets the cans of soda down and walks over to Ginny. "What's on your mind?"

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"1992… /almost/ older than me…" Ginny whispers conspriatorially, eyeing the soda. "Aluminum is good.. and the tabs." She's about to dig into another cabinet when monica approaches and asks her about what's been afoot. She is both touched and surprised, and never being one to shrug things off or keep them to herself, Ginny shares her tale. "Was sittin' on the patio a few days back, working on some clothes. In walks this girl with a baby; pretty thing, lots of hair. But thing is.. I /recognized/ her. I swear, I did. I could have /sworn/ she used to be a musician… my parents had her CD for Jesus sake. I went at her thinking she knew what I was talknig about and I may have startled her, and the man she was with. They were nice enough… he was; she was quiet. I don't blame her." The blonde coughs gently.

"So I jumped the gun. Maybe this 'Piper' wasn't the person I thought she was.. I should have been more careful."

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Monica ponders. "I've heard Piper sing. When her brain is right, and she's so inclined, she's got an amazing voice. She may be who you think… Just… be gentle. She's been through a lot and she has a temper." Mon reaches out to touch Ginny's arm. "WE've all been through a lot.

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The woman seems reassured, especially to get /some/ form of confirmation that her mind wasn't off-kilter in the assumption. "Thanks, Monica." Ginny says, meaning it. "I backed off and intend to be more careful.. I'm sure she's had her share of trauma. Sometimes recollecting the life before… /all/ of this… I didn't want to open up any wounds for her. But she /did/ let me cuddle her baby, so it couldn't have been a total wash!" And there, her usual cheer.

"I never really asked…. and seriously, tell me to quash the questions if it's a tender topic. I like knowing… a bit about everyone. We're all we got, now. Where did you come from before everything went mad? Can tell you're a lady who can hold her own… including big guns." Ginny smiles at the rifle. "Raised with brothers?" She hazards a guess.

<Scavenge> Genevieve attempts to search here but fails to find anything.

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Monica chuckles. "Yeah, grew up on a farm in Wyoming. Three brothers. Mom and I were the only females in the place.

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A rush of empathy, as Ginny laughs into the silent kitchen once more. "I feel for you there. Raised with four siblings m'self.. older sister… /three/ little brothers. Three messy, lovable, loud boys. I don't scare easily.." She trails off, pulling open a cupboard to—-

… release a rat! The little creature flies off of a shelf, and the woman yelps and stumbles back. "AEI—-ok. So I do scare easily… sometimes.." She admits. Nothing useful there.

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Monica starts too. "Rats are good to avoid. Plague carrying vermin, and you can't eat them." She crouches down to rummage in another cabinet. In the drawer she finds gum, and underneath a bottle of soft scrub. Mon shakes it. "Could be useful."

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<FS3> Genevieve rolls Search: Failure.
<Scavenge> Monica searches and finds:
1 Off Bug repellent
1 Book-Fiction-Cantonese Language

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One more kick at the can, before Ginny calls it a day in casing out the house. Disinfectant, even if it's ancient… it'll still be good. Some geriatric bottle of Lysol to help with cleaning. She moves toward the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink, squatting and pulling open the cupboards! Surely, these people had some manner of cleaning agent! Confident in this, she peers into the cramped little space….. and.. nothing. Just a forlorn, tipped garbage pail and an empty can of Spam.

Uttering a little curse, Ginny closes the door gently. "You're doing good! I'm losing my touch now, I think." She muses as she holds up the empty can of mystery-meat. "Unless the can is any good to you."

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Monica says, "Ooo… I wouldn't open that, I don't think. Without the label it could be anything. Dog food… spam… or worse. It could be empty." Mon chuckles. She rummages under the sink some more. "Deep woods Off. Awesome."

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"Oh! Even better! Damned bugs will eat you alive and come back for your last fart.." Ginny says quickly, indulging in some of the odd slang of her hometown. Don't mind her. Long story short: she things highly of finding the Off spray. "The weather is prime for the little bastards. Very very good." She adds, moving toward her original bundle on the counter. She has since discarded the questionable can / bio weapon. "It's looking like it will pour buckets out there, later. What else have you planned for the day?" She asks as she places the folded t-shirts on top of the blankets

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Monica looks at the folded t-shirts. "Nice… can I steal one of those from you?" She thinks about it. "Planned? Not really, no. With the weather like this, hunting is messy, especially if I do get something. Do you hunt? Where did you come from anyway?" She sets the rifle down carefully and holds the t-shirt up to see if it would fit.

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"Take whatever you want love," Ginny nods to the shirts (OOC: feel free to fudge whatever you want in regards to whatever it is you pick), smiling widely. "None of it seems to need mending. I was going to put it down in the clubhouse or commons for people to take what they want." She adds. "I wish I could have taken a page from my father's book, learned how to hunt… I was a baker by trade. Can make some pretty wonderful things… sinful… but it's a bit difficult now. I really do miss it… feeding others the things that I took so much pride in.."

Tilting her head, Ginny observes Monica's pick. "That'll be a nice color on you. sure that's not a huge thing in the world today, but.. small joys, eh?" She pauses, noting the question. "I come from up north.. Canada. Island on the eastern seaboard called Newfoundland… likely silt in the water, now." Ginny says mournfully, skirting the topic.

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Monica quirks a smile. "I should introduce you to my boyfriend. And you'll be able to bake again soon. We have electric power ready to go, once the town council approves switching it on. The risks being that the aliens… and the camo kids and everyone else… will be able to see any stray light for miles.

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"Boyfriend, eh! Whose the lucky fellow?" Ginny asks, with pleasure. Even moreso when she hears tale of the possibility of electricty… of perhaps being able to juryrig an oven in her kitchen.. find the ingredients. She is so industrious that she /could/ make it work! Her hazel eyes widen practically glisten. "R—really! Wouldn't that be… indeed a risk, but… maybe there can be certain points in the day to use it. Gods above, I will take up the bloody rifle /myself/ to fight off whoever wants to attack us by seeing the lights, if it means being able to bake again."

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Monica smiles a little. "I can help with that too. But yeah. Gabriel. He's a chef. You can usually find him in the kitchen at the clubhouse." Mon wraps her arms around herself. "First boyfriend ever, so… forgive me if I'm a little gushy about him. He's… kind. Gentle. When he holds me, I feel safer than I've felt since the world ended… which sounds sappy, and it is. I mean, I know if push comes to shove I'll be defending him. He's blind, for pete's sake. But… when I'm with him, I'm safe from me maybe. From what I can be when I'm not careful to be human.

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"Ah, a chef.. and blind! I bet he has a super sensitive sense of smell and his work is very elaborate," Ginny smiles, heartened by the sight of first, strong love. "Hold onto him, look after him, let him look after you." She says meaningfully as she collects her findings and hugs them to her chest. Her thin chain and the engagement band that hangs from it settles warmly at her bosom. "Bring out the very best in one another. Lord knows the world needs more love." She admits, fondly remembering what she had once.

"Don't you feel bad about being gushy. Finding something like that in the wake of this madness, the Others… and /humans/… you're lucky and you've right to be happy."

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Monica looks at the ring and looks down a little. "I worry. I don't know… I've never done this, I never dated much, or anything, and when I did, my father or my brothers would give them the hairy eyeball.

(OOC: We faded here… was getting late, and weekend obligations kept us from finishing up. Thanks for the RP, Mon!)

Scavenged swag:
1 Off Bug repellent
1 Book-Fiction-Cantonese Language
7 Cans of Soda (flat)
2 Bottles of General Cleaner
1 Pack of Gum
1 Container Chocolate Syrup
2 Throw Blankets (search roll)
1 Scented Jar Candles
1 Jars Dried Herbs
3 T-shirts

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