ceiling_cat | [003. video]

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Hey, Willow! Sorry for takin' so long, I think I've got something workin' most of the time. Bit busy last week.

[Between apple picking, scavenging and crisis management... what he wouldn't give for some nice convenient civilization.] Can send it by if ya wanna take a look.

Second order a business: anybody here keep chickens, and how much you want in trade for a layin' hen or two? I can try scavengin' up some stuff for ya, bang together furniture, your call. Any other kind of bird's fine too, just so long as the eggs're a decent size. Thanks.

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Look what I found. [He lifts up a dusty, slightly cobwebbed and partly empty bottle with an metal screw cap. The label's too mold-stained to read, but the color is a rich brown.] From the smell it's some kinda liquor. Think you'd be up for helpin' me figure out if it's any good?

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Hm. Cider wouldn't be terrible. Where did you find it?

Kitchen cabinet in a cute little place just outside the city borders.

I don't think the owner will miss it too much.

I'll be in the kitchen.

Doubt he's in any state to miss stuff. [He picks at the label with a fingernail, getting a streak of grime on his finger.] Meet ya there.

[It's just a matter of opening the door and turning the corner, really. He sets down the bottle at the table and starts working on the cap. Tends to stick. He probably dented it getting out of that place; the ceiling had just never quit creaking and threatening to land on his head. He'd rather not find out just how squishy he was these days.]

[There are already two tin mugs in Josh's hand. Not his preferred drinking glass, but it will do. At least they're clean.]

It certainly looks like it's been through hell.

[Clean's good enough. With an effort, Hanekoma finally gets the cap to loosen.] Just like the rest of this place, huh?

[Shaking his head.] Least most liquor'll improve with age. Here, pass the cups.

I certainly hope this is one of those types of liquor.

[A shrug, and he pushes the mugs over. He trusts Sanae knows what he's doing.]

['Knows what he's doing,' sure, if you mean that in the sense of 'could use a drink and is willing to risk it.' Hey, at least he knows it's not drain cleaner.

He pours a generous dollop into each cup and hands Josh's back to him.]

Here's to livin' dangerously, huh?

[Yeah. If he gets sick from this, you know who's head is going to roll.

He brings the cup up to his lips. The contents certainly smell like alcohol, not to mention strong. He frowns down at it.]

Right. Living dangerously.

[He's waiting on Sanae to take the first drink.]

[Hanekoma snorts and takes a sip, rolling it around in his mouth. Nothing world class, but for something dragged out of the mold under an abandoned kitchen sink... not bad, not bad at all.]

Well, I've had worse.

[That's a promising reaction, at least. Josh takes another look down at the amber liquid in his cup, takes a breath, and tips the mug up.

The mouthful is promptly swallowed with a hard wince.]

... this is disgusting.

Musta been pretty cheap to begin with. [He's just going to fill the rest of his glass now that he knows it's not vinegar or worse, though.] Ya know, I hate ta say it, J... but you might need ta relax your food standards a little 'round here.

[Oh, shut up, Sanae. Still frowning, he takes another drink from the mug, with just as much of a wince.]

Well I'm sorry that my standards don't include post-apocalyptic menus.

Enjoy the moment.

[Smirk. Sip. He rolls his shoulders, wincing at a couple of particularly loud pops, and leans back against the wall.]

There's not much to enjoy about it.

[At least he can relax back against the counter a little. The drink is keeping him warm, anyway, even if it does taste absolutely awful.]

Ya know, I don't think I ever said that philosophy was supposed ta be easy.

[Huh, after you've burned the inside of your mouth off with the first drink or two, this stuff actually isn't bad at all.]

[It still tastes bad, but at least it's drinkable. Another sip goes down.]

Nothing is easy. If it is, you're not doing it right.

[He's had worse sake. Hang out in enough crummy gambling dens, and you really get an education in alcohol....]

You got that one right. [chuckling] So, somebody tells me there's dragons outside the city walls. Might be able to get one to cook down some drywall for me. Even if there's sacks a plaster out there somewhere, by now the damp woulda gotten into them.

[He's more used to the reserves at the private bar in in the Dead God's Pad. Much higher quality. But it all serves one purpose, once you get to the root of it.]

You're really willing to risk being eaten just to procure a little plaster?

I'd check how big and toothy they were first. I mean, if we're talkin' drake sized, I can handle it.

[The smirk on his face suggests he's half joking in any case.] Other method is gettin' Skulls ta drag some more cinderblock back an' buildin' myself a kiln in the backyard. We've got plenty of applewood now.

At least you're not completely stupid. I doubt some people here would think to check.

[Oh, the alcohol is kicking in a little already. He leans back, the counter on one side and the wall on the other, and takes the last mouthful of alcohol from his mug.]

A kiln would be a safer alternative, but if you're set on risking meeting up with something big and nasty, I won't stop you.

The plus side of big an' nasty is we get to keep our firewood for the winter. If we're getting sleet in October here it's gonna be a chilly couple months.

[He's nursing his cup along -- helps that he's already refilled it, of course.] Wanna refill?

True enough. It's your skin.

[He shrugs, holding out his cup.] Might as well. It's starting to not taste like rubbing alcohol.

No worries on my behalf, J., I've got claws. [He chuckles and obligingly pours Joshua another mug full.]

Ya know, it does sort of grow on you.

It does, a bit.

[Another pull on his mug. It's getting a little warm, isn't it?]

You're sure that your claws still work here?

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