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Who: Miles Naismith (

dendarii), the Dendarii, and YOU!
When: Forward-dated to late Day 4
Where: The Boneyard
What: ICly prepping for adventures, Dendarii recruitment, and poking at trilobites for fun and/or food??

[ Somehow, despite everything, Miles has gotten quite bored very quickly. Being unable to do much with shelter or searching thus far - curse his fragile body - Miles finds himself wanting to do absolutely anything except sit still another day. He's already paced himself a visible trough in the sand next to his corner of that massive skull.

When the trilobites start showing up in greater numbers, Miles is pretty much ecstatic. Finally, he can do something that involves staying still while also getting to do something moderately dangerous. Low against the sand as he is, he finds it a worthy pastime to belly crawl after some of the solo critters. Trying to ply them with a bit of rations or coral meat - or a scrap of his suit ...

When not doing that, in the interests of making himself useful, Miles turns to planning. When anyone gets near his spot, he brightens and turns to them regardless of their interest level. (He also may or may not be continuing to try taming one of these little wiggly bastards.) He grins brightly and draws himself up to his full (if short) height. ]

For all that we've made a lovely home for ourselves here, I'm getting antsy. Wouldn't it be worthwhile to see where all these things are coming from? I personally intend taking my mercenaries to investigate, but ...

[ A coy pause.]

Well. The more the merrier. The Dendarii Mercenaries are always looking for new recruits.

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[ He has to think about that for a moment... ]

Help me catch one of those funny little creatures. And potentially try cooking one, after.

Sir. [They straighten, a nod at that..]

... Maybe a good rock?

You get the rock. I'll crawl after one to distract it.

[They nod and slip back off to forage something reasonably sized.

A few minutes of sifting around in the sand, Bel comes back with a hefty enough red rock to be of service... They stand a little back, waiting for an opportunity.]

[ Miles, meanwhile, wriggles forward. Offering it a scrap of his suit ... ]

Over here. That's right. Just a little closer ...

[ It's firmly distracted, at least? ]

[To their credit, there's no false starts, no hesitation. Bel lunges forward, flinging the rock in a fairly passable pitch with their usual confidence.

It HITS!

It, perhaps, hits a little TOO well. The crunch is quite audible from Miles' vantage.]

[ Crunch and splatter both. Miles eyes the messy remains. ]

Well. At least we know that was effective. Gather up some scraps and try cooking it?

[They wince. The other of the bug's compatriots have frantically burrowed down into the sand and are long gone now.

Smaller rock, next time.]

Might as well. [They look a little queasy surveying the insecty wreckage.]

... Squeamish, my dear Captain?

[ Miles is more than happy to snag a bit of shell and scoop up bug goo. ]

Yes. [They answer, grimacing.] but I'm hungry enough not to care. Cooking it should help. [Bel hopes. They've never HAD anything that wasn't vat grown... What a start.]

[ Miles just grins and starts walking back towards the communal fire. ]

Taura and I can taste test first, if you're nervous.

[Bel. Guesses they are picking up big legs. This one is still twitching. THEY GUESS THIS IS THEIR LIFE NOW.

Bel follows after Miles with a portion of their meager spoils.]

I think you're enjoying this.

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[ Innocence. Pure innocence. ]

Whatsoever do you mean by that?

[There are times when good, civilized men, women, and herms discuss their differences and opinions.

And then there are times when Bel shoves Miles' shoulder like a gd adult.]

I wonder.

[ He laughs and stumbles at the same time. ]

Come on, I want to eat this thing. And find out if I'm allergic to it.

God. I hope not.

[They consider the vaguely dripping bug leg in their hand.]

You would be that contrary. I don't remember you mentioning shellfish as a problem, at least.

Nor do I remember anything of the sort. But then again, I also don't remember eating shellfish.

[ It's not a terribly Barrayaran thing to eat. ]

Me either. Our downside time tended to be brief and less of fine dining and more of getting shot at.

What a shame. No romantic dinners on some peaceful planet somewhere?

[ Having returned to the fire, he carefully eases the shell into it to cook the remaining innards. ]

Not for a lack of offering.

[Bel hands over theirs too.]

All the more shame on me, then. I should have jumped at the opportunity.

[ Miles uses some of the metal fragments to carefully prod the shells into position. A reasonably tasty smell starts up from it... ]

I prefer to think you were just worried about being spoiled entirely for anyone else.

[The civilized mind may abhor meat that came from death, but the stomach had no such compunction. It rumbles in appreciation.]

Ah. This might be passable after all.

Hmmm ...

[ He grins a bit at that and reaches to try a small fragment of it himself. ]

... That's not bad.

... I'll have to be a smarter shot with the next one.

Maybe see if I can get my knife a bit more aerodynamic.

[ Miles considers that ... ]

It would work as well, though you may have trouble with the shell. What we really need is a decent slingshot.

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