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[anthophobia]

CHARACTERS ▶ Katniss Everdeen and You~
LOCATION ▶ Marketplace/Bazaar, Agriculture Zones, or anywhere
SUMMARY ▶ Running into people while out and about.
WARNINGS ▶ None
NOTES ▶ Something of an intro post, though she's been around for four years. Feel free to assume shit if you want, I'll go with the flow.

Marketplace

It's her day off, which means it's time to roam the city rather than sit at home and do nothing. She heads into the bazaar first to grab a quick lunch and peruse through the goods, taking her time at a stand selling pins as well as listening to a few of the musical performers. You may even catch her humming some of the more familiar tunes.

Agriculture Zone

While she doesn't work here, she does come down to the lower layers when she's able, if only to smell the various things growing down here. The forest was a huge part of her life in the Matrix, a place where she relaxed and felt safe, and that hasn't changed. It's not the same as being under a canopy of trees, but it's the closest thing she can get around here.

Choose Your Own Adventure

Want to run into her somewhere else, just make a starter and I'll go with it. :)

Comments

[boffing]

[He's surprised, but it isn't a violent startle; life in Zion hasn't lent itself to real paranoia in awhile. And William was never very good at maintaining that level of vigilance, anyway. He looks up first, watches her descend the tree. She seems good at climbing trees. He's duly impressed.]

Why not?

[He twists his head down to look at the mushrooms in questions. They're brown, like the luxury items they used to sell back in his world, to the rich. He maybe ate them twice in his life-- rich and musky in flavor.] I was going to make some awesome fucking soup. [He has no idea how to make proper soup. Not even with mushrooms that won't kill you.]

[anthophobia]

Because best case scenario, they'll make you violently ill. Along with anyone else unlucky enough to eat it.

[She was hoping she didn't have to give him the worst case scenario.

She briefly ponders just leaving it at that, letting him make his own way from here on, and then decides against it. After all, those aren't the only poisonous thing he could find around here.]

Come on.

[And then she heads off to find some mushrooms he actually can eat.]

[boffing]

Ah, fucking A--

[William whips his arm back, his face immediately creasing into a grimace. He promptly starts to wipe his palm on his pants, even though she couldn't tell from angle, and climbing, that he'd actually made contact with the offending fungi at all.] You know, back when and where I came from, false or not-- these was a bloody luxury to eat. [He shakes his head and slings a few coltish steps away from the fungus, fitting his thumbs under his shoulder straps.

NEAR DEATH or toxic illness immediately fades out of his little bubble of a brain. He looks over Katniss with curiosity now, entirely distracted. And promptly compliant, picking up after her; a follower by nature.] Was you an elf in the Matrix? [he asks.]

[anthophobia]

Mine, too.

[Then again, pretty much anything was a luxury to eat. Food was a luxury, period, and it was only her knowledge about all this kind of thing that kept her family fed at all.

But that was all long gone and not real. She had to keep reminding herself.

As for his question, she just looks confused.]

What's an elf?

[dogbane]

[William doesn't notice very well, that the young woman seems to be suffering from a dark sort of nostalgia. He's wandering after her, interested in what she's doing. If there's a trickle-through, the faintest sense that she's carrying ghosts through the creaking trees, then he doesn't let it on.]

Magical motherfuckers! I think they got on with plants and animals, and have got pointy ears. Use things like bows and arrows. Live for ages. It's what I've heard, anyway, [William adds, perhaps realizing that he's compositing any number of tattered and disparate impressions together in ways that they are not necessarily meant to be. He's also heard there are different kinds of angels.]

Super friendly. [A beat.] To the environment, too. [But he thinks she is-- to people, thus far.]