SCAWWY 😱 erin

[concoctive]

The scientific name Campsis derives from the Greek word 'kampe' which means 'bent' and which refers to the branches that bend under the weight of the profusion of flowers. In the symbolism of plants the trumpet vine represents 'a fresh start', referring to the beginning of autumn. The flowers are used to prepare a tea to relieve menstrual cramps, as well as an emmenaogue to promote menstruation. The decoction made from the roots is taken as a tea to promote urination, as well as an antidote for scorpion and snake venoms, although this has not been proven scientifically.

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wk 0; monday

[concoctive]

[ at the moment, erin can find alfyn picking through the less... stable of the benches in the theater, using his axe to pry apart pieces of wood where the nails are just barely holding on so that he can free the deflated padding of the seats. when he gets one loose, he hefts it up and makes his way over to one of the more solid benches, piling it on top to add a bit more cushion in some futile attempt for comfort.

if they're going to be staying here, they might as well do something with it. ]

Hm, that might do it...

[underinworld]

Didn't take you for the vandalism type.

[Oh hey, it's Erin! Entering through the doors after having been who knows where, just to enter and see Alfyn dismantling a bench. Alfyn already proved to be resourceful, since he was already making bandages for future use, so she assumes he's planning ahead for something else, but that doesn't stop her from making a teasing jab of some sort. If anything, knowing Alfyn is working hard only makes it likelier she does this]

[concoctive]

Depends on the vandalism.

[ he rests his hand on the butt of his axe's handle, rocking it back and forth against the floor for a moment as he considers the work at hand. erin can tease, but this teasing doesn't seem to bother him any - instead, he laughs a little, even as he wipes a hand on the opposite arm like he's trying to wipe away the ink writing there. ]

Some of these benches are kinda in need of being sent out to pasture. I figured I'd try to salvage the padding from them for the ones that are sturdier, y'know? And then maybe we can use the wood to make the weaker parts of the floor less, uh, dangerous.

[underinworld]

Try not to spend too much time on making the place comfortable. We're not going to spend that long here.

[Erin is greatly underestimating how much progress they'll make on the subject of, well, escaping. She's so used to her boundless resolve letting her make progress in a surprisingly short time. This whole murdergame taking around two months is not going to be a fun time for her]

[concoctive]

Just 'cause we're not gonna spend that long here doesn't mean we shouldn't be at least a little comfortable, y'know? I'd rather be as close to tip top shape when I gotta brawl against cultists again, or in case there really are monsters here.

[ alfyn also is not going to have a great time for similar reasons, his being with a huge heaping of boundless optimism as well. but he shrugs as he crosses his wrists on the butt of the axe handle, smiling at her while he leans on it, head tilted. ]

We lucked out of getting beds, but we can make the best of things until we kick down the door, so to speak.

[underinworld]

Fair enough. Won't get in your way.

[She has slept far worse than this but also won't say no to being comfortable!]

Again? Oh, you're one of those who has brawled against cultists before?

[That gets Erin cheered up from her usual foul mood somewhat! She likes that there's some people here who have done such things before. Makes her feel less isolated -- she hasn't ever fought a cult, per se, but she's used to them, to summoning, demons, and a bunch of other things. It's nice not to be the only experienced one]