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sixthiterationlogs2016-12-09 05:32 pm
domesticaffairs) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-12-09 05:32 pm
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i'll hear the ghosts in the dark when we're gone
WHO: Byerly Vorrutyer
WHERE: The river
WHEN: 12/10
OPEN TO: Ivan, Finnick, Annie
WARNINGS: None
He had been avoiding it as long as possible, but Byerly couldn't skate by without contributing to their little community. He had no true marketable survival skills--his livelihood was entirely based around the military monarchy of the Barrayaran Empire. Though he did get a barebones crash course in survival skills simply because he was working for Imperial Security, he's still a civilian. Cooking was perhaps the one thing he had learned by necessity--and that was with takeout, restaurants and groceries around. This...was an entirely different situation, and not at all what he was prepared for.
He had never hunted a day in his life and he couldn't recognize edible plants worth a damn--especially since they weren't on Barrayar clearly. Hell, he's not sure he's seen half of the plants around here (and when had he ever had to pay attention to plants anyway?). He certainly was not going to chop wood and tear his hands to pieces (though he's unopposed to watching others do so).
And so the idea of fishing came to him.
How hard could it be? People did it for recreation. They sat all day in the sun drinking while doing it. It can't be that hard now can it?
And so there Byerly sat in his peacoat and black scrubs on a folded blanket from the empty bedroom in his place, string he scrounged up in his hands leading into the river. To the end of it, a makeshift hook made of a slightly bent safety pin with a bit of meat from his own store dangling from the end of it. He's been at it for at least an hour now without a hint of a bite and his cheeks were turning numb from cold. He looks distinctly irritated--this is not how this was supposed to go at all.
WHERE: The river
WHEN: 12/10
OPEN TO: Ivan, Finnick, Annie
WARNINGS: None
He had been avoiding it as long as possible, but Byerly couldn't skate by without contributing to their little community. He had no true marketable survival skills--his livelihood was entirely based around the military monarchy of the Barrayaran Empire. Though he did get a barebones crash course in survival skills simply because he was working for Imperial Security, he's still a civilian. Cooking was perhaps the one thing he had learned by necessity--and that was with takeout, restaurants and groceries around. This...was an entirely different situation, and not at all what he was prepared for.
He had never hunted a day in his life and he couldn't recognize edible plants worth a damn--especially since they weren't on Barrayar clearly. Hell, he's not sure he's seen half of the plants around here (and when had he ever had to pay attention to plants anyway?). He certainly was not going to chop wood and tear his hands to pieces (though he's unopposed to watching others do so).
And so the idea of fishing came to him.
How hard could it be? People did it for recreation. They sat all day in the sun drinking while doing it. It can't be that hard now can it?
And so there Byerly sat in his peacoat and black scrubs on a folded blanket from the empty bedroom in his place, string he scrounged up in his hands leading into the river. To the end of it, a makeshift hook made of a slightly bent safety pin with a bit of meat from his own store dangling from the end of it. He's been at it for at least an hour now without a hint of a bite and his cheeks were turning numb from cold. He looks distinctly irritated--this is not how this was supposed to go at all.
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Still, it's By, and Ivan is more than happy to return the favor of friendly harassment whenever the opportunity came up. At least the minor inconvenience towards Byerly would more than make up for the potential headache. Especially when he had the upper hand here. "Didn't anyone tell you that fishing is supposed to be relaxing?"
Ivan's dressed in his own peacoat, and has submitted to the demands of layering -- he's got on his scrubs, yes, but also the damned denim abomination over them. The dual layers help somewhat against the cold, and at this moment Ivan's gonna take everything he can.
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"If anyone did this as sober as I am now, they would be just as frustrated. I don't exactly see you helping since you're such the expert," he spits out as another gust of chilled wind blasts through.
He pulls the peacoat around himself tighter with one hand. Damn this place and damn who or whatever the hell brought him here.
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"Good God, you think my Lord Auditor Coz and Uncle Aral did this sober?" Well that's By's first problem. Hunkering down and taking a sip of his drink before reluctantly offering it back to the other man -- without a thank you, because of that same ungrateful problem. "Mind you, they normally ended up deciding to blow the fish up using a stunner charge cartridge."
Ah, Vorkosigans.
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"In fact, what your cousin does while sober, most wouldn't dream of doing while drunk, but that's for another time," he says carelessly, taking the bottle back with another healthy swig. Anything to get his nerves numbed up enough to deal with the cold.
"Do you actually have any suggestions for this? Because if I don't catch something in the next half an hour, I fear I'll spend more energy shivering than I would just going home now without lunch."
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As for the question, well. "Lunch is always served in the Inn, By. But I haven't got a damned clue. Did you put something on the hook to lure the fish in?" That's what normally was involved in this, wasn't it?
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"The Butcher is nothing compared to my family, I assure you," he says, deadpan, as he turns to focus back on fishing, as though concentrating harder would capture more. He takes another sip.
"Good god, do I appear that clueless? Of course I put bait on the hook, though all I had was a bit of dried meat." Which he hoped was reconstituted by now.
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So that's all of his help done with.
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"...Somehow that strikes me as cheating. Even so, I wouldn't waste a stunner in this environment on a few fish. Much better used on something with more substance, like game." Though try and get Byerly Vorrutyer to get off his ass and attempt hunting.