Morgan shrugs.

"I haven't even had a chance to look in the box yet. I have no idea if I have anything worth trading. Tell you what, give us a couple seconds to see what we have and maybe we can make a deal?"

If the seemingly friendly anthropomorphic raccoons agree with her request, Morgan will begin looking through the box of goodies found inside Johnny Cab.

In reply to Morgan Clutch (msg # 452):

In that case, John Smith will stand between Morgan and the two creatures.

When Day approaches the two mutant raccoons, they start to shy away, until Trashie says, "It's OK, he's friendly. No bad intent." With that said, they allow the Green One to pet them.

OOC: Day, you will be fine if they're carnivores. You should be more worried if they're herbivores...

When Buzz mentions silk, their ears perk up. "Silk? That sounds nice." "Yes! Silk sounds lovely."

As Wigglesworth and John protect the others, Morgan opens the box and finds...  There is also the long, cracked leather case to examine.

Day feeling that perhaps he and the one called Trashie might share a similar ability reaches out with empathy towards the soft and fluffy creature...

In reply to Gamma Master (msg # 454):

In reply to Gamma Master (msg # 454):

Buzz flies down and shows a sample of his work. Including his clothes and quiver, all woven of silk he produces.

Day Vine gently reaches out mentally to Trashie, and finds...

Morgan examines the contents of the box further.

Digger takes Buzz's offered items and examines them. "Ooo, this is nice. You made these? We could trade, yes! How about this?" The small mutant mammal pulls a device from a bag slung over his shoulder. It's a box of metal and no-grain, with a glass lens on the front. He presses a button on top of the box, and an image of a mountain stream flowing between banks full of flowers appears on the ceiling from a beam of light projected by the lens. "This for the clothes and quiver?"

As the trade conversation happens, Day and the little raccoon have a platonic cuddly make out session....

In reply to Gamma Master (msg # 458):

"I have a better offer! How about clothes and items made for you personally!" Buzz pointed out, almost sounding like a salesman. Often back at the village, that was how he and Sebastian made their day to day expenses with trades of Buzz's silk.

John Smith doesn't know what to say and do. He just stands there and looks around, a bit in worry, a bit in awe.

Morgan frowns as she struggles to identify the new objects before shoving them in her bag for later examination. Bringing the box of junk over to the anthropomorphic raccoons, Morgan places it down in front of them.

"All I could find in that box was some junk. There's six pieces in here we can trade to you, if you would like them."

Day Vine and Trashie share a cuddle.

Digger is overwhelmed at the idea of new silk clothes AND junk for trade. "It's a deal. How long will it take to make some clothes?"  The little mammal hands over the projector thingy to Morgan.

Wigglesworth and John keep watch. Nothing seems to be bothering the party.


OOC: I think we've lost Sebastian's player. He hasn't checked in since mid February.

OCC: Sad to hear about Sebastian, but tis the curse of online play.

Wigglesworth notices the case and moves, rather quickly, over to Morgan's side. It attempts to keep its voice low, but, given that the deepness of its voice would put a Beets made subwoofer through its paces, the rumble is almost felt rather than heard. "Weapon," it point to the case, "Careful."

Remembering the living metal before them, the plant monster looks at the mutant animals with its RBF and asks, "Money make," it searches for a word to work and shrugs, "thing move. Have money?"

In reply to Gamma Master (msg # 463):


"About an hour. I need to weave the silk and make sure it fits you. Now, stand on this rock over here. I need to do some measurements." Buzz said, quickly gathering said stone and telling Digger to stand a certain way to check the length of his arms and size of his torso.

"A telepath, you are truly talented, please share the spaces and creatures known to you with us."

Day and the raccoon continue to cuddle...

Morgan's eyes momentarily widen as the projector is handed over and Wigglesworth rumbles in her ear, but the human is quick to distract herself with examining their new projector.

John stays on sentry and doesn't speak, but he's nervous and visibly coiled like a spring. He's anyway happy the Wigglesworth has communicated his warning.

I'm not quite dead yet...

~A telepath, like me?~ Sebastian thinks to Day Vine.

Welcome back, Sebastian!

Wigglesworth indicates the cracked leather case that Morgan had overlooked may contain a weapon. The case still sits on the rear seat of Johnny Cab. As the examiner looks over the projector, it's fairly easy to determine how it works, but it doesn't seem to have any function besides displaying that one image. [1 curiosity gained]

Sebastian is answered by a gentle warmth in his head.

Digger complies with Buzz's request. He gets up on a stone and is happy to be measured.

While he's being measured, Digger talks to Trashie in some unknown language, then they say, so all can hear, Digger says, "The Yexil is the biggest threat. It's a big, flying beast, but if you talk to it, it might make a deal with you. It's usually on the west end of the building, sometimes the central area. There are other flying things, we don't know their name. They live in a big open area in the south part of the building. There's also the death tree -- that's just what we call it. It's straight south of here. Watch out for that. And there are mutated rats all over the place. We try our best to avoid their swarms."

Trashie pulls a small pouch from her bag. "We have some domars. There's a machine in another area of the ruins that takes them, and we can get food. Do you have food to trade for them?" She pulls a handful of small no-grain cards and chips from the pouch.

OOC: Took me a while to figure out how much information Trashie and Digger know about this place. Luckily, that gave Sebastian time to post before I did.

Looking about to its companions, the plant beast weighs within its mind as to who would be the best to feed the other creatures. While Buzz Weaver would be the most tasty, John Smith has the most meat, only Day Vine would be off the list, but then it considers the food animals kept back at the village and figures they might like him as well.

But it was ordered to protect, so offering its charges would be against that order, otherwise it just stands in silence, unable to form the words enough to express other than, "No. Carry no food."

John Smith takes out of his backpack one day of dry rations and shows it.

[OOC: how could I forget that I can 20:52, Today: John Smith rolled 10 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 6.  Size Up Opponent. – 10 ?]

Day Vine responds to Sebastian....
"Yes friend land shark, come cuddle..."

Sebastian shakes his head at the idea of a cuddle with the creature, but does open his mind up to them telepathically.

Digger and Trashie examine the dried rations John offers. Digger turns up his snout. "No offense, friend, but the stuff from the machine is much better than this. Don't worry, though. There are domars all over this place. Sometimes you need to dig a bit in the rubble, but you're sure to find some."

Sebastian hears some thoughts.

John sizes up the mutant raccoons.

Day Vine continues to cuddle, and Buzz sets to work spinning silk into a shirt.

OOC: It will take an hour for Buzz to finish. If you guys want to rest, and possibly examine some of the items you've found so far, we could do a little time jump.

Sebastian nods to the racoon, ~Thank you, I will do my best, but these humans are quite curious and like to touch things.~