[A pool... Ryder's eyes widen as she considers it. She was going to go see about the state of the kitchen area to see if she could find gloves and help spark some more memories for him, but this new possibility has her selfishly even more excited. Couldn't drink pool water, so she could use it however she wanted without feeling guilty. Hotels always had those little shampoos everywhere...and sometimes amazing bathrobes and slippers. That's what books and TV have told her, and she's going to be sorely disappointed if it turns out that's not true.
The reminder about her weapon shakes her out of her imagination.]
Yeah. Of course. [She knows she's caused him a lot of trouble by not being careful, so it comes with a spike of guilt, but she'd prove it this time that he didn't have to worry so much about her. No talking to herself knowing he's got her back today!!!
Okay. Back on her feet. Ryder goes to retrieve her hatchet and double check herself for obvious loose bits that would leave her in danger of getting caught on something, tripping, or being grabbed if something went wrong. Satisfied, she looks over to Teo and gives a half-smile and a little salute.] I'll see you soon.
[The last thing she grabs to get ready is a marker.
It's easy goings, for obvious reasons. Still, she doesn't remark on witches' reputations ruining their check-in rate. There are plenty of signs that people had been there when disaster hit, and even a floor she suspects housed survivors for a time. Not much in the way of supplies there, but she finds a laundry service cart that doesn't make too much noise to use for transporting things. Stairs with it were a little awkward, but after ensuring they were clear, she doesn't find herself wanting to complain too much. Everywhere else, it was ideal.
Ryder hits up the other spots, too, and though she doesn't leave the building, she sneakily checks the outdoors through each window she comes across -- and tests how sturdy the lower level ones are, just in case. It's boring when she doesn't let herself weave stories, but necessary. The regret there isn't nearly as great as when she curiously opens what was once the freezer. Nice addition of vomit to the horrid smell of rotting, spoiled meats shut away. It takes a good few minutes to recover from that one -- even the undead weren't that bad! Well, maybe if she found a stack of undead kept in a sealed closet, that might change her mind. She does find a few zombie strays about, thankfully not in a closet, that she easily dispatches, and she can't even be too upset about the more disgusting parts of her trip or the overall lack of still-edible items, with what she stocks up on.
Ryder would pause outside their room to listen for Teo being awake or not, but she figures he'd rather her let it be known that she was back and safe than have him wake up to a still-empty room. She's already been gone for quite a while. Even though she's being quieter about it, she decides to ride her laundry cart in like a weird scooter as proof of just how okay she is.
Behold her basket of shit that includes: robes and slippers (that were indeed pretty soft), extra bedding, clothes deemed clean enough, a knife block and its accompanying knives, a whetstone (rad), rubber cleaning gloves (not as good as nitrile in terms of dexterity, but she'd take what she could get), a few cans of food, an apron (for fun), stray sodas and bottles of water that had escaped theft before (not many), a bottle of wine and an opener (can undead get drunk? science demands she pursue this inquiry), coffee beans (brain said cronch, which she can't resist for much longer), a stock of batteries, a flashlight, a basic toolkit, four packs of matches, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste (no toothbrush that she'd been able to find), soap, bubble bath mix, a comb, scissors, comment cards, writing utensils, a fire extinguisher (why not?), a well-loved bunny toy with long legs (depressing; she's named him), iodine, a basic first aid kit, garbage bags, and so much toilet paper (so, so much).
In a loud whisper not too unlike his regular speaking voice,] Ryder of the apocalypse and Chancellor Bounce, here and ready to report, sir!
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The reminder about her weapon shakes her out of her imagination.]
Yeah. Of course. [She knows she's caused him a lot of trouble by not being careful, so it comes with a spike of guilt, but she'd prove it this time that he didn't have to worry so much about her. No talking to herself knowing he's got her back today!!!
Okay. Back on her feet. Ryder goes to retrieve her hatchet and double check herself for obvious loose bits that would leave her in danger of getting caught on something, tripping, or being grabbed if something went wrong. Satisfied, she looks over to Teo and gives a half-smile and a little salute.] I'll see you soon.
[The last thing she grabs to get ready is a marker.
It's easy goings, for obvious reasons. Still, she doesn't remark on witches' reputations ruining their check-in rate. There are plenty of signs that people had been there when disaster hit, and even a floor she suspects housed survivors for a time. Not much in the way of supplies there, but she finds a laundry service cart that doesn't make too much noise to use for transporting things. Stairs with it were a little awkward, but after ensuring they were clear, she doesn't find herself wanting to complain too much. Everywhere else, it was ideal.
Ryder hits up the other spots, too, and though she doesn't leave the building, she sneakily checks the outdoors through each window she comes across -- and tests how sturdy the lower level ones are, just in case. It's boring when she doesn't let herself weave stories, but necessary. The regret there isn't nearly as great as when she curiously opens what was once the freezer. Nice addition of vomit to the horrid smell of rotting, spoiled meats shut away. It takes a good few minutes to recover from that one -- even the undead weren't that bad! Well, maybe if she found a stack of undead kept in a sealed closet, that might change her mind. She does find a few zombie strays about, thankfully not in a closet, that she easily dispatches, and she can't even be too upset about the more disgusting parts of her trip or the overall lack of still-edible items, with what she stocks up on.
Ryder would pause outside their room to listen for Teo being awake or not, but she figures he'd rather her let it be known that she was back and safe than have him wake up to a still-empty room. She's already been gone for quite a while. Even though she's being quieter about it, she decides to ride her laundry cart in like a weird scooter as proof of just how okay she is.
Behold her basket of shit that includes: robes and slippers (that were indeed pretty soft), extra bedding, clothes deemed clean enough, a knife block and its accompanying knives, a whetstone (rad), rubber cleaning gloves (not as good as nitrile in terms of dexterity, but she'd take what she could get), a few cans of food, an apron (for fun), stray sodas and bottles of water that had escaped theft before (not many), a bottle of wine and an opener (can undead get drunk? science demands she pursue this inquiry), coffee beans (brain said cronch, which she can't resist for much longer), a stock of batteries, a flashlight, a basic toolkit, four packs of matches, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste (no toothbrush that she'd been able to find), soap, bubble bath mix, a comb, scissors, comment cards, writing utensils, a fire extinguisher (why not?), a well-loved bunny toy with long legs (depressing; she's named him), iodine, a basic first aid kit, garbage bags, and so much toilet paper (so, so much).
In a loud whisper not too unlike his regular speaking voice,] Ryder of the apocalypse and Chancellor Bounce, here and ready to report, sir!