Post by Tunic on Jun 29, 2024 18:18:26 GMT -5
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"It is time for the annual trip again? It would appear that I had lost track of time, my apologies, Lady Baskerville." Johnathan was gathering the staff in the main hall, issuing tasks to prepare for the yearly camping trip into the hash north for a matter of days. A tradition upheld by the young mistress since the passing of her father and one she looked forwards to with an odd fondness considering the brutal conditions of that frozen landscape. But, such a trip had with it a great deal of preparation and those tasks were to be administered as Tunic prepared herself for the trip. "Worry not Johnathan, the window to arrive to the cabin before the snowstorms set in is still open. We simply must make haste." Tunic waited patiently in the back seat of a wide van, bruskly cleaning the shaft lf the trident Himnabrjótur, checking the alien metal for any signs of wear or tear. Curiously, for a weapon so ancient. the tool showed little proof of use, the rose gold hue of its exterior plating all more fresh, even as she polished it further. it simply fascinated the young Baskerville all too much, making her lament never asking her father more. The drive itself would not be a terribly long one, fraught more with avoiding the polar dinosaur population than the terrain or weather. But as Tunic stepped from the vehicle, she couldn't help but smile at the familiar sight. Watching as Johnathan and the others unload her meager supplies into the simple wooden building. "As a reminder Johnathan, I will remain for tao weeks, sending safety alerts each night. As soon as the fortnight ends, you may come and collect me." She smiled softly and stepped to the cabin's door, waving daintily to the staff, now all in the van once again. As the vehicle began its trip into thr distance, Tunic stepped into the cabin to begin planning her regimen. |