Breakfast? [Open!]

[itsnanimalthing]

CHARACTERS: Riddick and OPEN
DATE: Day 24, early morning
RATING: PG-13 at least, as Riddick has a dirty mouth on him
SUMMARY: The big guy is trying to figure out food

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[distinctive_guy]

That was possibly the longest night Eliot experienced on the island as well, and given he had been here for 24 damned long days... Either way, Sophie and Hardison were finally settled, and blizzard or not, the meager food stores he kept reserved in both their rooms were quickly exhausted between three people.

Which meant someone needed to pick up new items, namely being him. It was snowing harder than ever and it made trudging a few miles to the storage area a long difficult trek. An hour later, bundled up with everything he got, and makeshift snowshoes on his feet, Eliot came tumbling into the kitchen with the intention of gathering things to cook something warm.

The power was still out, but he came in by way of the greenhouse which he stockpiled on fuel for their fireplace in the dorm and the frozen stores of food he kept there. Maybe if there was a gas stove in here, he could set something up....

He was surprised to find he wasn't alone in the room.

"How'd you get here?"

[itsnanimalthing]

It was hard not to notice somebody tromping into the empty kitchen on snowshoes and laden with wood, so Riddick was standing straight and watching warily by the time Elliot actually made it in, his big hand hiding the knife. Just in case. The first question the guy made was positively inane, so he answered the only way one could without being too insulting:

"I walked."

[distinctive_guy]

"Through this snow?" Well, of course, but he had to sound incredulous anyway because he just trudged through it and it was positively insane to do so. He wouldn't either if he didn't have to.

The second thing he noted was the way the cupboard door looked awry, the same one where he hid the good knives because of exactly what this stranger seemed to be doing, taking them as weapons. Experienced as Eliot was with weapons himself, it didn't slip his notice that the man was hiding something.

"Put that back down. I'll be real angry if that goes missin' when I need it while cookin'." He placed his bundle of wood on the counter so he could more comfortably, and defensibly, observe the other man.

holy shit I wrote this hours ago and never hit post v.v

[itsnanimalthing]

Nice guess, that he was armed, but not quite right. Riddick didn't bother denying anything, but he did flip the knife over in his hand so it was at least visible, and so obviously not one of Elliot's. Those were kitchen knives: his were made to cut people, not food, and was thick and curved instead of nicely flat for working on a table.

"I'd be surprised if y'needed my knife for your cookin'," he commented blandly. "And yeah, I walked. Kinda gotta do that if you wanna get anyplace around here, snow or no snow. Guessin' that's how you got here, too."

In snowshoes. Riddick wondered where he could get himself some of those. If it was going to keep storming like this, he might need them.

I thought you were away. XD

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot eyed the knife with a certain appreciation for the workmanship of the blade as well as a wariness for how well the other man handled it. It spoke to him about the other's expertise as well as experience to be carrying such a thing.

"No, but that looks like it'd cut better than what we've got here." Which wasn't a bad selection by a long shot considering the type of place this was.

Regarding the matter of walking, yeah, he walked but those snowshoes weren't exactly those, per se. What he wore were a homemade imitation of them from wires and coat hangers that worked well enough that he got here.

"I'm guessin' you're here cause you're lookin' for food." He regarded the other with a contemplating gaze and considered the fact that he never seen the man before or heard him on the network. It didn't mean anything given his own silence on that media, but added that there were new arrivals yesterday, Eliot dared to make an assumption. "Power's still out, you're not gonna be able to do anythin' here. You new?"

nope, just a derp ;.;

[itsnanimalthing]

Everything Riddick was used to was makeshift and homemade, besides the ships. And sometimes even those. So if he had to make them, he had to make them, and he'd make do. For now he eyed Elliot, right back, eyed reflecting what little light there was in the dim kitchen. There didn't seem to be any harm in answering the question, and Riddick even made a show of sliding the shiv home on the sheath on his back-- through the fur coat. He'd made slits in it specifically for that purpose.

"Pretty much. And if this is the kitchen, this oughta be where the food is." Even if he couldn't cook it. Cold food was no problem, to him, anyway. "Unless you people are hidin' it away somewhere, yourselves."

That's okay. *patpat* We're all derps sometimes.

[distinctive_guy]

Suspicion confirmed, Eliot nodded and moved to pick up his bundles again. There were more than wood there, there was actually food mixed in, but the vegetables were so frozen that throwing it at a monster could potentially kill it.

"Not here it ain't. Food stores are further south, in the area where the mall is." Which he was going to next because frozen vegetables just wasn't enough.

He walked around the kitchen to quickly pick up a few utensils to add to his pile. He moved like he owned the place, or at least was very familiar with it. When that was done, he nodded in the direction he indicated earlier. "I'm headin' there myself. Can show you the stuff if you can keep up." But he figured the other wouldn't have any problem with that.

"What should I call you?"

[itsnanimalthing]

Riddick couldn't quite help a snort of derision. "If he could keep up", was it? But he was on his best behavior, at the moment, since he still didn't know enough to get around on his own, so he didn't bother saying anything on the subject. Aloud, anyway.

If I can keep up. Well, somebody's pretty fuckin' full of themselves.

Out loud, all he said was, "Riddick. And if you're showin', I'm followin'." And he was watching everything Elliot did, too, tucking away where he got what and what was in various other places. He'd need to know all that, himself, he was sure.

[distinctive_guy]

"Eliot. Then come along," he invited in kind, giving the man a quick backward glance before making his way out of the kitchen.

He meant no disrespect and never had a doubt the other would follow through the raging snow even without the help of snowshoes. If the other looked as capable as Eliot thought he did, then he would find a way. Still, it was a blizzard out there, and the point was proven when he got to the door of the cafeteria and it was nearly snowed shut again from the short time he spent in the kitchen.

He squinted briefly out at the white landscape. The sun was kept behind the grey cover, but it was still going to be hell on the eyes. "Alright, it's a short walk to the mall... try to keep me in sight." Then he pushed open the door and trudged through.

Guess the buildings aren't all connected like I assumed from the map... XD

[itsnanimalthing]

Riddick's boots were big enough that he managed to get here without snowshoes, so he would survive getting back without them. He shrugged his coat further up to his neck, pulled his goggles from his pocket, and slid them on over his eyes to protect from the glare. Since Elliot was being so obliging, he let him handle manhandling the door open again.

"This was easier b'fore dawn," he grumbled, mostly to himself, and bent his shoulder to the wind to follow along. If the next night was just as long, he was definitely going to be using it wisely, now that he had the basic lay of the place, that was for sure. Then he wouldn't have to follow any annoying, condescending native-types around.

>.< No, they're not connected. Don't believe everything the maps tell you. :\

[distinctive_guy]

Whatever Riddick muttered, Eliot couldn't hear him over the howling wind anyway. Buffeted by the wind and snow, it made walking a lot more difficult and took several times as long to get from one area to the next. Like Eliot said, the distance between buildings was close, but by the time Eliot dug into the entrance for the storage warehouse, it took a good while longer than it should.

"What kinda 'game designer' gives freak snowstorms on a horror island?!" he cursed as he stumbled into the warehouse, shivering and grumbling, his follower temporarily forgotten. He unloaded, by way of throwing, his bundles onto the ground. "Fuckin' blizzard from the middle of nowhere... When I get my hands on Kernos..." His rant trailed off into a growl when he remembered Riddick was still there.

Although not annoyed by the other man, the look he gave him was a frustrated one nonetheless. "Well, you'll find your food here. Cans, boxes, dry stores. Knock yourself out."

anything else I should not believe about the map? XD

[itsnanimalthing]

"Probably one who got no interest in keepin' the players happy," Riddick answered, brows going up over the tops of his goggles at Eliot for the look. He brushed snow off his shoulders nonchalantly, as if completely unconcerned by the cold, and then set his goggles up onto his head so he could see inside the warehouse.

It seemed safe enough to ask a question, and it was an important one to know: "How long you been here?"

Small details... it's proooobably not to scale either. Unless offices are a mile long. XD

[distinctive_guy]

It was a fair question, and one he was asked often. So he gave the same answer with a little emphasis thrown in. "Way too fuckin' long." Realizing that told Riddick absolutely nothing, Eliot scowled and began moving to the actual area of food before he started answering, his bundles left by the doorway. Along the way, he reached into his clothes and pulled out a flashlight, the LED torch he was brought here with. He snapped it on and pointed the Boston PD flashlight briefly at the convict

thanks X3 and this time I actually WAS away >.>

[itsnanimalthing]

The light made Riddick throw a hand up to protect his eyes, wincing with genuine pain. Why was it that people liked shining lights in each other's fucking faces? Ugh. "Keep that thing pointed the other way," he growled, and stood blinking behind his hand to try and restore some semblance of vision before he ran into something.

"At least I'm not the only one who wants to make this Kernos fucker pay," he had to add, albeit reluctantly. He still couldn't fucking see enough to get his own food, though he could make out shapes now, at least.

XDD You see, it'd be easier if your away status matches your AIM presence. I thought you were off.

[distinctive_guy]

"Oh, lotsa people want them payin', man. Lots." Whether anyone managed it though... Since they were all still here, the answer was pretty self explanatory.

After walking a bit further for some variety in cans, his bag was getting heavy, Eliot looked Riddick's way again. He was curious about the man's strange goggles, and from the reaction earlier it would appear that the man was sensitive to the light. He debated about asking, but if the man had a disadvantage, or an advantage, he wanted to know.

He threw the question out casually between picking up stuff. "Somethin' wrong with your eyes?"

eh, I don't get on IM all the time I'm around for rping... XD (for now, tho, bedtime >.> )

[itsnanimalthing]

By now Riddick was doing well enough to start collecting something to eat, himself. Interesting that there was actual food here, not just protein compounds or nutrient shakes... even if it was largely canned, in this room. And wrapped in plastic, like that loaf of bread. That, he grabbed, along with some cans of his own, which went into his coat's pockets.

He'd been expecting the question, and despite not really wanting to get into it, he'd resigned himself to having to explain. There wasn't much for it when you winced away from light that badly.

"Ever heard of a shine job?"