If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works.
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Network Prompts
ONE: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
Action Prompts
THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
[ When his traveling companion slips away quietly into death, the clock on the tablet reads 8:44PM. He remains unshaken, acknowledging the fact that he’ll soon join her with grim acceptance. After years of expecting every day to be his last, he can hardly quail in the face of the end now. Instead, a humorless smile stiffens his countenance. Dozens of expeditions beyond the wall, he reflects, and this is how he’s to finally die. So be it—but he refuses to simply roll over and take it like some beaten mutt.
There’s little he can do for the woman. Carefully, he removes the muffler from her person and loops it around his neck, tucking it into his coat. It smells distinctly like her and he almost recoils, unsettled in spite of himself. Once he recovers, he performs an impersonal pat-down in search of anything he can use. If what they’ve been led to believe is true, he should be able to return her belongings in the morgue. Unfortunately, there’s nothing of note. He takes a moment to fold her hands over her chest, pauses to gaze at her in somber silence, and then he’s moving onward.
Levi trudges through the banking snowdrifts, sick with the knowledge that he never learned her name. They’d stumbled into each other by chance, she with an injury from a fall and he with no answers after hours of scouting. The choice had been obvious: Leave her behind, find shelter immediately. She was a liability, would only slow him down—in stopping to help her, he’d condemn them both to death. Yet Erwin hadn’t been present to make the call, to further harden the heart Levi had given up to a greater purpose a near decade ago. Levi had remained. Levi had helped. His only regret, he thinks, is that he could not get them to safety in time.
Aware that all buildings will already be on lockdown, he retrieves the tablet to send out a message. His screenname (the default “Levi” that inaction had forced the network to select) will accompany a brief audio transmission. ]
If you’re still outside, report in. I’ll meet up with you.
[ For all his lacking social graces, Levi would prefer not to greet death alone. ]
THREE; action
[ Should your character enter this particular house at this particular time, they will find a man taking a makeshift machete to the furniture rather aggressively. At first sight, his diminutive stature might fool a stranger into perceiving him as an adolescent. When he glances up to scrutinize your character, however, there is nothing suggesting youth in the flinty, hard pinch of his narrowed eyes. ]
Well? [ he demands sharply. A thunk as he cleaves a wooden couch leg in two. ] Either get in or get out, but shut the damn door.
[ Your character may notice that there is no firewood available. Clearly, he intends to make do with the furniture in lieu of proper kindling. Unfortunately, Levi’s recent death and subsequent personal loss has left him in a foul mood; since waking in the morgue, he’s been unable to recall Isabel and Farlan’s faces, or those of any from the original Special Ops Squad. Barely restrained cold fury rolls off him in waves—a palpable presence in the much too small building. The memories of his fallen comrades…for such a precious thing to be stolen from him, for their bequeathed resolve to be taken away…
Thunk.
Honestly, the raw elements outside may be more comfortable to bear at this point than sharing space with Levi. ]
WILDCARD; action or network
( OOC | choose your own adventure! PM me if you'd like to plan or discuss anything! c: )
[ By contrast, Cosima is a woman who, despite nearing thirty, regularly plays the part of an adolescent. Friendly, outgoing awkwardness couched by colloquialisms, childish demonstrations of independence and a too-open heart will do that. The moment she enters, she’s a little distracted - the sudden rush of minimal warmth from being indoors is enough to fog her glasses and render herself nearly blinded. Distracted, irritated, cold, hungry and tired of this place - ]
Yeah, okay.
[ Once her glasses are clear, her hands fall from her face. ]
Chill, dude.
[ The door is pushed in a way that’s meant to be trying, exaggerated, and slams hard enough to rattle the door frame. That done, she moves away from whatever he’s doing to start going through the overhead cupboards - the ones she can reach, anyway. Congratulations, Levi. You found someone shorter than you.
Carelessly, she allows the last cupboard door to knock closed, not bothering to be soft or quiet with it. ]
[ The comparison is a pointless one, and yet—Levi is struck by a reminder of Hange as the stranger lingers gracelessly by the threshold. Maybe it’s the fogged up spectacles. Maybe it’s the ridiculous disorder of hair, all thick and unwieldy knots tied back into a ponytail. Or maybe it’s the laidback demeanor that prematurely has him locking his jaw in irritation. Regardless, her suggestion for him to “chill” is met with an icy look. Probably not what she had in mind. He tracks her progress through the house without so much as turning his head, eyes following her every movement. The makeshift machete now rests against a knee cap where he kneels in front of the bereft fireplace; its placement is deliberate, a casual warning. ]
You’re not going to find anything.
[ Levi’s voice is clipped, flat. He’s already ransacked the place, with every good worth having neatly piled beside him. ]
[Being technologically impaired is a problem. The tablet he's been granted has been entirely neglected as he scoped the place out. The place, meaning the area rather than any particular building. Nothing at all made sense to him and wandering around has garnered the same results as shitting in his own hand would have.
He's done nothing but create more of an unfortunate situation for himself; his lips have likely paled to a purpley hue and based on the snow he's managed to collect on his clothing and how just about every layer's been affected by it, it's amazing he hasn't been done in by hypothermia. Eventually, he finds a staircase to settle against; it's not very comfortable, but he can't be assed to try the door it leads to after so many disappointments. It's locked. It's definitely locked, and he needs to rest. Using his titan form to bring his temperature back up doesn't sound like such a bad idea, but putting effort into anything but lying down and succumbing to whatever is tedious. Too tedious. He only needs a minute.
If you’re still outside, report in. I’ll meet up with you.
...huh, what. The sure sounded a lot like Levi, but where? He lifts his head enough to check the immediate area of any sign of him, but there's nothing -- no one. Logic dictates that he should check his tablet next, as that thing had been talking to him earlier on, but he wasn't being very attentive to it. It was cool for all of two seconds, but it got stale in a hurry.]
Captain? [Without hitting any buttons; that comes next. His fingers are clumsy and frozen, though the fact that he's literate helps.
...That being said, he's literate. Not tech savvy. The good thing here is that he's just trying to return an audio message, nothing too fancy.] Captain?! Captain Levi, can you hear me-?
[As excited as he sounds, there's a certain rasp to his voice.]
[ The heavy plod of his boots comes to a halt abruptly at the sound of that voice. Captain. Levi’s eyes slide shut, a pained tension freezing facial muscles, because he detects the telling rasp behind Eren’s words, hears the background noise of wind breaking against buildings. Eren is outside. Of course he is. Eyes snapping open, he picks up the pace in the direction of town. ]
You little shit. [ There’s no real heat to it; the cold has sapped him of his anger. ] What do you think you’re doing outside? You never make it easy for yourself.
[Eren's a bit like a lost puppy, as it were. The only good thing about this was that he'd been able to register himself with the device...which is probably bad in the end. All things considered. Like his current situation. He wasn't warned about anything like this! But that being said, he likely wouldn't have listened to an unfamiliar (distinctly robotic, if he knew what that even meant) voice telling him about curfews and the like.]
I was trying to figure out where I was, sir.
[It's an honest answer, fickle only because of the cold biting away at him. He draws his cloak around himself like a cocoon, which is precisely the worst thing he could do.]
But I -- still don't know anything.
[And he angles his body against a brick(?) wall, one lining an edge of the stairs. It's suitable enough for a nap...exciting as it is that he's managed to get through to Levi.]
sorry for the late response! i was out of state for a bit
[ There’s a sharp sense of understanding, at least in this regard. After all, the Survey Corps have never been much for idleness in the face of the unknown. Still, he would have expected more disciplined caution. Eren should know better by now. ]
Listen up, then. I’ll brief you on the situation.
[ Levi is wary of speaking for too long at a time, however; it’s critical that Eren participates in the conversation, that he doesn’t lose consciousness. Their fate may be inevitable, yes, but Levi will not allow the boy to suffer this particular hardship on his own. ]
We’re well beyond the Walls, in unexplored territory. So far, no Titans have been sighted.
[Listening is something he can do. On the other hand, if Levi asked him to chop wood or provide some sort of massage at a very specific location, he would be unable to apply due to frozen fingers -- frozen limbs, really. There's hum of a sound, as if to affirm that he's listening (though it probably isn't necessary), and a short silence follows that curt explanation. What were they doing in unexplored territory, and why was he unable to recall the drastic weather change...and why did this all begin for him under circumstances that made even less sense? Between waking up in an unfamiliar house and having to argue with some weird device...]
Is that all?
[Rather than sounding unimpressed or even skeptical, he's dying to hear more about...all of this. It may very well be the last story he ever hears, may as well make it thorough. Honestly, it's difficult to gauge just how he's feeling -- probably. He's just weak, overall.]
[ the greeting has a thin smile winding it's way across Erwin's face; grim as it is, the humour is a warming thing, and Erwin will always take such things where he can get them. seizing what they can, a step and then a leap at a time - that's always been the way for them, for the Survey Corps, which has survived too damn much to be broken apart by a change in location and a new terrain.
still, the expression does not last. he's beginning to suspect that the only way for a smile to linger in this place is for it to freeze on someone's mouth. a cruel thought, definitely, and chilling, but Erwin's never shied away from those and it's hard to feel colder here. as the door swings shut he glances backwards - despite his best efforts to clear the snow from the entrance, he knows that tomorrow they may find the door stuck even when the locks switch. Erwin taps his boots on the floor until the snow starts coming off in chunks, lowering his hood before he tears off his thick outer gloves.
tucking them into his coat, his eyes come to rest on Levi. there's no shock in seeing the tension written into him, the ruthlessly taut lines of his shoulders, his arms.
when Erwin had first learned about the morgue, the cycling of life and death, he'd thought useful, had thought in terms of pros and cons. he still does.
the alternative, he thinks, eying the shrapnel of wood around Levi's feet, is kinder. ]
Here. [ it's all he has to show for his last ditch attempt to gather supplies before the night comes and all the doors lock, but Erwin passes him a small lighter of brushed steel, the metal holding a rare warmth from where it's been tucked into his jacket. ] It still works, at least for now.
[ Mouth thinning, Levi unhappily regards the pile of snow left behind at the entrance. It can’t be helped, he knows—short of the unrealistic expectation that visitors remove their boots before coming inside. Cleanup is impossible; materials are currently stretched too thin. Wasting a rag, regardless of how tattered it may be, on filthy floorboards would be beyond foolish. Just another detail of their circumstances that grates. ]
Thanks. [ Gruff, but the edge has been whittled down. This is Erwin, after all. ] I’ll get us a fire going a little after eight. We might not have enough wood to last the night.
[ The tendons in his arm tense, like he’s about to continue hacking away at the furniture, but then the tension slowly eases from his limbs. He’s still holding the lighter, palm soaking up the fast-fading body heat lingering there. ]
[ Erwin is daring, bold, but not presumptuous. he doesn't push when it isn't necessary. so instead of closing distance entirely, he crouches a few feet from Levi's makeshift workspace, even if it seems like he's done for the moment. glancing across the accumulated wood, Erwin gives a cursory nod. ]
Then, let's conserve what we do have. [ not that it needs to be said, but small, short fires will serve them better than something bigger. and at least with the lighter they don't need to worry half as much about kindling.
despite the fact that he's only just stopped, despite the exhaustion gnawing into his marrow, Erwin feels restless. that's hardly new, however, and he ignores it as he's often had to, redirects it. tomorrow, they'll leave this place for the next. tonight, however - ]
Doors will lock soon, [ he says, and then reflects that Levi will not need the reminder. in lieu of apology, he forges on ahead. ] What have you finished?
[ The reminder of the encroaching lockdown has his gaze sliding askance to the row of windows lining the adjacent wall. He does not wonder who will be left out to die; Levi knows better than to torture himself with misplaced guilt. Returning his attention to his commander, he reaches behind him and offers another makeshift weapon out to the man, “hilt” first. It’s a club, really, made by taking a metal gear out of a washing machine and fastening it to piece of scrap. The gear cogs have been whetted, though they’re still fairly blunt. It’s an inelegant, clumsy thing—but better than being unarmed. ]
There’s more furniture upstairs. I didn’t want to take it all apart unnecessarily, so I left it alone for now.
[ The dining room set, however, has not been so lucky. Stacked neatly by the fireplace is a collection of the wood, with the cushioned seats having been pried off and set aside. The latter will make for decent bedding, at least. ]
You haven't eaten, have you.
[ It isn't even a question. Erwin's habits are too familiar. ]
[ eyebrow cocking in curiosity, he takes the handmade weapon and lowers his gaze to it. a few moments are spent meticulously inspecting Levi's handiwork, turning it over in his hand as he speaks. it's rough, even primitive, but he's glad of the resourcefulness and he'd rather be with than without. retraining in combat has been a luxury they've seldom been able to afford, and Erwin's hand to hand always relied more on upper body power.
he nods as he sets it aside with his tablet and gloves. the reasoning is solid and they have enough to be getting on with - for tonight, at least, their position is fairly comfortable. Erwin wonders if that does anything to allay the banked fury twisting in Levi's body, but he doesn't ask, not out of any particular fear of being invasive - this is Levi, after all - so much as the suspicion that he would not be able to understand it, not wholly.
his fingers flex in the cropped pair of gloves he wears almost constantly, and then he looks back to meet Levi's eyes. ]
Not since dawn. [ were survivalism not carved into him, he might have forgotten entirely. as it is, he's just been busy, and he's managed, and that's been enough. ] Was there anything here?
[ Levi’s suspicions are confirmed. The incriminatory look he levels Erwin with would have flayed the flesh off a lesser individual. Typical. Leave it to the commander of the Survey Corps to neglect his own basic needs. Often, Levi wonders if—like the majority of mankind—Erwin too has forgotten that he’s actually a human being. Monster, they call him. But powerful though it may be, the vision driving the commander ever onward can’t sustain his mortal body. ]
Yeah, [ he replies after a moment, rearranging sinewy limbs to stand up. ] Might want to wait for it to thaw once the fire is going, though.
[ Stepping around Erwin, he retrieves some of the food supplies that he had hidden earlier. When he returns, it’s with a can of frozen corned beef hash and a plain, empty mug. He settles down again. ]
Found this too.
[ And here he holds up the true prize: a still-wrapped tea bag. ]
[ it's a look he's seen one too many times to be cowed by, had he ever been the sort of man that could be cowed. if anything, it evokes a sort of fondness in him, a familiarity that he's grateful for. those basic needs aside, sentiment has always served to remind Erwin of how irrevocably human he is. a minute, wry smile winds its way across his mouth for all of a second before it's gone again, his gaze drawn to the can in Levi's hands. curious, he goes to take it for a closer look, only to draw up short as Levi shows him something else.
his eyebrows raise, and then he huffs, as near to a laugh as he's like to let out these days. sitting back, he unwinds his scarf to scrub his fingers at the stubble peppering his jaw. once again, his lips curve; this time, the shift in expression lingers. Erwin has never known Levi's hunger, can only guess at just how restricted the people in the underground are, but he still understands rationing, and care, and little, precious things. ]
[ The woman’s polite inquiry goes a long way to soothing his frayed nerves. Squinting at her, he considers the question in silence for a few pregnant moments. ]
That depends. You plan on sticking around for the night, or you just scavenging?
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Levi | Attack on Titan | OTA
three/action.
Yeah, okay.
[ Once her glasses are clear, her hands fall from her face. ]
Chill, dude.
[ The door is pushed in a way that’s meant to be trying, exaggerated, and slams hard enough to rattle the door frame. That done, she moves away from whatever he’s doing to start going through the overhead cupboards - the ones she can reach, anyway. Congratulations, Levi. You found someone shorter than you.
Carelessly, she allows the last cupboard door to knock closed, not bothering to be soft or quiet with it. ]
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You’re not going to find anything.
[ Levi’s voice is clipped, flat. He’s already ransacked the place, with every good worth having neatly piled beside him. ]
one
He's done nothing but create more of an unfortunate situation for himself; his lips have likely paled to a purpley hue and based on the snow he's managed to collect on his clothing and how just about every layer's been affected by it, it's amazing he hasn't been done in by hypothermia. Eventually, he finds a staircase to settle against; it's not very comfortable, but he can't be assed to try the door it leads to after so many disappointments. It's locked. It's definitely locked, and he needs to rest. Using his titan form to bring his temperature back up doesn't sound like such a bad idea, but putting effort into anything but lying down and succumbing to whatever is tedious. Too tedious. He only needs a minute.
If you’re still outside, report in. I’ll meet up with you.
...huh, what. The sure sounded a lot like Levi, but where? He lifts his head enough to check the immediate area of any sign of him, but there's nothing -- no one. Logic dictates that he should check his tablet next, as that thing had been talking to him earlier on, but he wasn't being very attentive to it. It was cool for all of two seconds, but it got stale in a hurry.]
Captain? [Without hitting any buttons; that comes next. His fingers are clumsy and frozen, though the fact that he's literate helps.
...That being said, he's literate. Not tech savvy. The good thing here is that he's just trying to return an audio message, nothing too fancy.] Captain?! Captain Levi, can you hear me-?
[As excited as he sounds, there's a certain rasp to his voice.]
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You little shit. [ There’s no real heat to it; the cold has sapped him of his anger. ] What do you think you’re doing outside? You never make it easy for yourself.
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I was trying to figure out where I was, sir.
[It's an honest answer, fickle only because of the cold biting away at him. He draws his cloak around himself like a cocoon, which is precisely the worst thing he could do.]
But I -- still don't know anything.
[And he angles his body against a brick(?) wall, one lining an edge of the stairs. It's suitable enough for a nap...exciting as it is that he's managed to get through to Levi.]
sorry for the late response! i was out of state for a bit
Listen up, then. I’ll brief you on the situation.
[ Levi is wary of speaking for too long at a time, however; it’s critical that Eren participates in the conversation, that he doesn’t lose consciousness. Their fate may be inevitable, yes, but Levi will not allow the boy to suffer this particular hardship on his own. ]
We’re well beyond the Walls, in unexplored territory. So far, no Titans have been sighted.
that's okay!! i took forever too...
Is that all?
[Rather than sounding unimpressed or even skeptical, he's dying to hear more about...all of this. It may very well be the last story he ever hears, may as well make it thorough. Honestly, it's difficult to gauge just how he's feeling -- probably. He's just weak, overall.]
three.
still, the expression does not last. he's beginning to suspect that the only way for a smile to linger in this place is for it to freeze on someone's mouth. a cruel thought, definitely, and chilling, but Erwin's never shied away from those and it's hard to feel colder here. as the door swings shut he glances backwards - despite his best efforts to clear the snow from the entrance, he knows that tomorrow they may find the door stuck even when the locks switch. Erwin taps his boots on the floor until the snow starts coming off in chunks, lowering his hood before he tears off his thick outer gloves.
tucking them into his coat, his eyes come to rest on Levi. there's no shock in seeing the tension written into him, the ruthlessly taut lines of his shoulders, his arms.
when Erwin had first learned about the morgue, the cycling of life and death, he'd thought useful, had thought in terms of pros and cons. he still does.
the alternative, he thinks, eying the shrapnel of wood around Levi's feet, is kinder. ]
Here. [ it's all he has to show for his last ditch attempt to gather supplies before the night comes and all the doors lock, but Erwin passes him a small lighter of brushed steel, the metal holding a rare warmth from where it's been tucked into his jacket. ] It still works, at least for now.
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Thanks. [ Gruff, but the edge has been whittled down. This is Erwin, after all. ] I’ll get us a fire going a little after eight. We might not have enough wood to last the night.
[ The tendons in his arm tense, like he’s about to continue hacking away at the furniture, but then the tension slowly eases from his limbs. He’s still holding the lighter, palm soaking up the fast-fading body heat lingering there. ]
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Then, let's conserve what we do have. [ not that it needs to be said, but small, short fires will serve them better than something bigger. and at least with the lighter they don't need to worry half as much about kindling.
despite the fact that he's only just stopped, despite the exhaustion gnawing into his marrow, Erwin feels restless. that's hardly new, however, and he ignores it as he's often had to, redirects it. tomorrow, they'll leave this place for the next. tonight, however - ]
Doors will lock soon, [ he says, and then reflects that Levi will not need the reminder. in lieu of apology, he forges on ahead. ] What have you finished?
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There’s more furniture upstairs. I didn’t want to take it all apart unnecessarily, so I left it alone for now.
[ The dining room set, however, has not been so lucky. Stacked neatly by the fireplace is a collection of the wood, with the cushioned seats having been pried off and set aside. The latter will make for decent bedding, at least. ]
You haven't eaten, have you.
[ It isn't even a question. Erwin's habits are too familiar. ]
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he nods as he sets it aside with his tablet and gloves. the reasoning is solid and they have enough to be getting on with - for tonight, at least, their position is fairly comfortable. Erwin wonders if that does anything to allay the banked fury twisting in Levi's body, but he doesn't ask, not out of any particular fear of being invasive - this is Levi, after all - so much as the suspicion that he would not be able to understand it, not wholly.
his fingers flex in the cropped pair of gloves he wears almost constantly, and then he looks back to meet Levi's eyes. ]
Not since dawn. [ were survivalism not carved into him, he might have forgotten entirely. as it is, he's just been busy, and he's managed, and that's been enough. ] Was there anything here?
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Yeah, [ he replies after a moment, rearranging sinewy limbs to stand up. ] Might want to wait for it to thaw once the fire is going, though.
[ Stepping around Erwin, he retrieves some of the food supplies that he had hidden earlier. When he returns, it’s with a can of frozen corned beef hash and a plain, empty mug. He settles down again. ]
Found this too.
[ And here he holds up the true prize: a still-wrapped tea bag. ]
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his eyebrows raise, and then he huffs, as near to a laugh as he's like to let out these days. sitting back, he unwinds his scarf to scrub his fingers at the stubble peppering his jaw. once again, his lips curve; this time, the shift in expression lingers. Erwin has never known Levi's hunger, can only guess at just how restricted the people in the underground are, but he still understands rationing, and care, and little, precious things. ]
Then, I suppose we're well prepared.
three;
Josephine is (doing her absolute best to be) perfectly calm as she closes the door behind her, stepping further into the room.]
Certainly. Is there anything I can help with?
[It's a cautious question, but one she can't help but ask anyway.]
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That depends. You plan on sticking around for the night, or you just scavenging?
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I was hoping to find shelter as well, if you do not mind sharing it.
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[ Warning delivered, he returns to methodically chopping up the furniture. ]
You got anything on you for kindling?
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She grimaces before she can quite stop herself, shaking her head.]
I'm afraid not. It's all...
[A pointed look at the furniture he's been... repurposing.]
...somewhat scarce at the moment.