of all odds and ends

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Who: Dirge and Sam
What: Two recent arrivals run into each other while wandering the Warehouse
Where: The Warehouse
When: ‘Bout a week since these guys arrived
Warnings: Dirge. Dirge, and possibly language.


Lemons, a horseshoe, a feather from a rooster which could no longer crow. A bottle (glass, which was important) with a bit of cork to serve as a stopper, supplied by a restaurant within the Hub---like the little marker, so startlingly a Sharpie.

Scrabble tiles. Would wood blocks work?

White wax. Struck from the list---not that there was one written---over an hour ago, when Sam had stumbled across shelves (upon shelves!) of ‘standard’ emergency supplies. Flashlights, foiled blankets, flares, and blessedly (!) right to the left of the last, candles. She’d pocketed four before spotting one which was queerly coiled, but had shrugged to herself, pulled the candle from its stand, and slipped it onto an arm. With the wax, she had almost everything.

But the book---

The book would be a while. Which it was didn’t matter, as long as it was an epistolary novel, but in English alone there were stacks to search through---paperbacks and hardbound books, pamphlets and periodicals. Finding a title which would work would be the work of an afternoon, at best. At worst…

“Weeks.” The word was a low talking-to-myself mutter, though what followed was a little louder, aimed at the comm drone hovering a few feet from the adept’s elbow.“If anything I’m after is in here.”

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[dirge]

"Anything I want? Anything?"

The confirmation of this by the drone manning the warehouse had swiftly brought Dirge to hitherto unknown heights of anticipatory joy.

...And the deepest depths of indecision. What to grab first? How much could he reasonably carry? Where to take it all? How long would it take to pilfer the entire warehouse? The teal jet stood there so long, frozen by the deluge of questions, that he actually had to reboot his processor once or twice to get moving again.

Just do it by instinct. Touch everything. Grab whatever looked the most valuable first. Try not to worry about taking everything at once. He could do this. It was just like doing inventory.

Thus he was able to hear the muttering of a familiar voice in a nearby isle. Huge teal claws prodded aside enough items on the shelf for him to peer through to the other side, giant red optics focusing on Sam.

"I wouldn't worry about that," he commented. "Eventually all of this will be mine anyway."