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thearena2015-06-11 09:35 pm
infinitemayonnaise) wrote in thearena2015-06-11 09:35 pm
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Why don't Sponsors ever send mayonnaise?
Who | Kousuke Nitou and you!
What | It's raining frogs and fish? Nitou thinks it's raining dinner.
Where | The castle and the edge of the forest.
When | Thursday, Week 3, before Nitou goes into the catacombs.
Warnings/Notes | Nothing outside of normal Arena things besides a small bit of bathroom humor.
[The Castle]
After the past couple of days of intense, skin-searing sunshine that exacerbated all the burns Nitou had picked up when he'd gotten hit by lightning, rain, any sort of rain, was a relief. Even if it meant getting pelted with fishes and frogs. They weren't dangerous, just kind of weird and gross to get hit in the face with.
Yet even though there had been food provided in the castle the day before, one meal wasn't enough. Nitou knew that you had to strike when the opportunity presented itself, and so he'd scrounged around in the castle in order to find some sort of container in which to catch the falling frogs and fish. The problem was that in his zeal to find a container, he'd neglected to take into account several facets of medieval life. Such as medieval toilets and the fact that the basin he'd conveniently found in one of the bedrooms was in actuality a chamber pot and not something he'd want to keep potential food in.
He was running around outside, trying to catch as many fish and frogs as he could in the chamber pot he'd removed from the castle. Nothing at all to see here, move along, hope he's going to wash those really well before eating them, and maybe a Sponsor would gift him with some hand sanitizer if they took pity on him and the object he was handling.
[The Edge of the Forest]
Nitou wasn't too worried about making a fire. The fire would show everyone where he was, but so was that marker hanging over his head. There was no point in worrying about it. Even if the forest creeped him out and he only hung around the edges, he was good at this survival stuff. He knew what he was doing, and it wasn't long before he'd set up a fire.
There were a few empty bottles of Tracker Jacker hand sanitizer scattered around the area as Nitou set up some of the fish and frogs cooking on skewers and a rough spit he'd built over the fire. Sure, he could use some mayonnaise, but he had more than he could eat by himself. That was doing about as well as could be hoped for in an Arena. He was in a good enough mood that he might be willing to share with anyone who came across him, if they weren't actively trying to kill him.
What | It's raining frogs and fish? Nitou thinks it's raining dinner.
Where | The castle and the edge of the forest.
When | Thursday, Week 3, before Nitou goes into the catacombs.
Warnings/Notes | Nothing outside of normal Arena things besides a small bit of bathroom humor.
[The Castle]
After the past couple of days of intense, skin-searing sunshine that exacerbated all the burns Nitou had picked up when he'd gotten hit by lightning, rain, any sort of rain, was a relief. Even if it meant getting pelted with fishes and frogs. They weren't dangerous, just kind of weird and gross to get hit in the face with.
Yet even though there had been food provided in the castle the day before, one meal wasn't enough. Nitou knew that you had to strike when the opportunity presented itself, and so he'd scrounged around in the castle in order to find some sort of container in which to catch the falling frogs and fish. The problem was that in his zeal to find a container, he'd neglected to take into account several facets of medieval life. Such as medieval toilets and the fact that the basin he'd conveniently found in one of the bedrooms was in actuality a chamber pot and not something he'd want to keep potential food in.
He was running around outside, trying to catch as many fish and frogs as he could in the chamber pot he'd removed from the castle. Nothing at all to see here, move along, hope he's going to wash those really well before eating them, and maybe a Sponsor would gift him with some hand sanitizer if they took pity on him and the object he was handling.
[The Edge of the Forest]
Nitou wasn't too worried about making a fire. The fire would show everyone where he was, but so was that marker hanging over his head. There was no point in worrying about it. Even if the forest creeped him out and he only hung around the edges, he was good at this survival stuff. He knew what he was doing, and it wasn't long before he'd set up a fire.
There were a few empty bottles of Tracker Jacker hand sanitizer scattered around the area as Nitou set up some of the fish and frogs cooking on skewers and a rough spit he'd built over the fire. Sure, he could use some mayonnaise, but he had more than he could eat by himself. That was doing about as well as could be hoped for in an Arena. He was in a good enough mood that he might be willing to share with anyone who came across him, if they weren't actively trying to kill him.
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"You should just find some other container... What is hand sanitizer?"
Suddenly it was his turn to be out of the medical advancement loop.
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"Do you really believe everything you read on a bottle?" He came from an era of quacks selling animal urine and calling it a cure-all. "And what about the other 0.1 percent of 'germs'?"
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