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Who: Miles Naismith (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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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[ RUDE. ]
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The answer is no. ]
Anyway, I'm not sure they can be . . . tamed or taught. We might have a hard time not letting them out of our sight. Their pincers make them good diggers.
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So we change the avenue of attack. Get one isolated somehow.
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If we can isolate one well enough, we might be able to use them to dig. Do you think they could help us find water?
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Not if it feels threatened. That wouldn't be its first instinct. If it can trust us enough, it might go back to its daily routine and we can follow its footsteps.
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If they're diggers, they probably have burrows. Considering the size of these guys, a bunch of holes should be visible...right?
[ Right??? ]
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And if they're large enough, I might be able to fit down one. Potentially.
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There's nothing wrong with being short!
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It's an option, though I wouldn't recommend it.
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[ You're gonna regret asking that, Lance. ]
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[ He pauses. ] At least I assume.
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[ Gently, he reaches out a hand, making soft kissy noises, as if he were trying to attract cats. ]
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[ Miles shrugs. He's eaten worse. ]
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[ Is it seafood if it's in a desert? Asking the real questions here tbh. ]
Now we gotta catch them. [ At least his enthusiasm is up. ] Too bad there's no way to make garlic butter out here.