Signs pointing to the nearest exits will not be provided.

[poll_the_stars]

There is a room that's dark and cold. It's made of stone, with a doorway cut into each of the four walls. At the room's center is some type of circle, carved into a raised platform. The only light comes from a slightly sad looking light fixture set into the ceiling.

Then the circle glows, brightening until it could rival the sun, humming and shaking the room around it. There is a buildup of energy of some kind...

And then it stops, returning to as it was before.

Except, now it contains two women.

One of them has pointed ears and red hair. She looks around in quite a lot of alarm.

Comments

[poll_the_stars]

Well, that went well. For Loki. Not for the quadruped.

Turns out being fast has some downsides. Like inability to steer.

Inavet smiles a bit. "They are not the smartest of monsters."

[purposeful_glory]

"Indeed. This might be edible in its own right but I don't have a way to cook it. What can you grow?"

[poll_the_stars]

"... Short answer? Anything. Longer answer: depends highly on the materials, attention given and time investment. I can likely sustain the both of us if this creature's at all nutritious and if I make a sunlight-replacement with magic and have a few hours to work, but... We might not get that."

[purposeful_glory]

"Well, on my own I would be planning on eating this quadruped when I got hungry, so I'm still glad the option's available if we're here for a long time."

[poll_the_stars]

Inavet smiles a bit.

"Also clothes and bags and beds and such. Though I hope you like the color green."

[purposeful_glory]

"It's my favorite."

[poll_the_stars]

"Oh, good."

Walking, walking.

Water!

It's located in its own room, a little pond set into the stone.

"I'm not sensing any murderous things," says Inavet.

[purposeful_glory]

"What are the known gaps in your senses?"

[poll_the_stars]

She had been stifling the sound from their conversation. She does that some more.

"Even when I'm not actually physically seeing or hearing things, I mostly operate by sight or sound. I'm not as good at catching things when it's dark and they're quiet. I can sense a bit through other means, but it's not as... I'm not as practiced at them, and it doesn't come as naturally. Something that is still, invisible and silent, I might genuinely miss if I'm not watching for it with the less practiced senses. Especially when I only have so much concentration to go around - I can do magic all day, but I can't do magic to everything all day, because I can't pay attention to everything all at once. Things that are closer are easier than further away - it's even easier if I'm touching them. My problem right now is that I keep having to pay attention to keeping monsters distracted and can't sit down and pay attention to little details in things."

[purposeful_glory]

"I see. Well, I'll try drinking some water, shall I?"

[poll_the_stars]

Nod.

"Good luck?"

[purposeful_glory]

"Thank you."

Læateinn's flexibility is not infinite but it will consent to be a spoon. Rather than set it down and use her hands as a cup, Loki spoons some water up.

Sip.

[poll_the_stars]

The water tastes faintly of chemicals.

... But is not poisonous.

[purposeful_glory]

"It's not poison. It's not delicious, either, but unless there is some sensitivity I don't know about in your system it should be harmless."

[poll_the_stars]

"There shouldn't be, but then, I don't know your biology in comparison to mine."

She tries the water.

"... Not poisonous to me, either."

[purposeful_glory]

"Fill your canteen, in case spiders die in it or something later."

[poll_the_stars]

"I worry that it might have something that is nasty in some way but not poisonous," she muses. "Because I'm paranoid."

[purposeful_glory]

"Nasty like...? I have a healing spell for infectious agents too, if we wind up feverish later."

[poll_the_stars]

"Nasty like... Little tiny plants that can track our location. Some thing that is harmless now but could be activated later to kill us immediately. Something that combines badly with something else in the area in an explosive fashion." Pause. "... I am very paranoid."

[purposeful_glory]

"All of those things are very nasty, and, yes, very paranoid. I can't help but think the situation calls for paranoia, but dehydration is a definite threat given that there's no exit in sight and your nasty ideas very indefinite. Still, keep your canteen separate, it's not an unreasonable thing to do."

[poll_the_stars]

Nod.

"Think I should spend the attention span on making a canteen for you?"

[purposeful_glory]

"Would you have more attention to spare if I killed more quadrupeds first?"

[poll_the_stars]

"Yes."

[purposeful_glory]

"Bring them on."

[poll_the_stars]

"All right then."

Quadrupeds are brought. Quadrupeds are killed. Soon they are out of them.

"Yay, attention to spare."