Different Things To Save

[stitch_witch]

WHO: Lark, Noctis, Link
WHERE: Livestock Nursery, Somewhere in Eastern Temba
WHAT: Lark needs saved from monsters, and later Links tunic needs saved from stains
WHEN: Beginning and end of monster hunts
WARNINGS: N/A

I. Rescued In Time | Closed to Noctis
Earth trembles weren't so strange a thing that they immediately roused Lark from sleep when they were so... limited. She's survived a great earthquake in recent memory, so he wasn't shocked to have slept through whatever was going on now. That she'd managed to slip to the pens where the glownies were kept, where the creatures whickered with distress with something else.

Apparently she'd been lucky enough to make her way over when the Bearger was wandering elsewhere, but now she could see the thing looming in the distance.

"Oh dear," she said, her voice a touch concerned. That was... a bit larger than most things she'd had to defend herself against in the past. What was she to do?


II. What Are You Wearing? | Closed to Link
Truly this had been quite the experience, hadn't it? Monsters terrorizing the city on quite this scale was a new one for her, and Lark was a bit emotionally shaken. But she had been gotten out of the main area of risk and sent off to find her own shelter. Something she was coming out of now that the power was back and people seemed to be reporting success on the network.

"What a dreadful thing that was," she said with a sigh as she straightened herself a bit and stepped out onto the street. She needed to check in on people, be certain they were okay. And make more bandages if needed.

If only she knew where to find them.

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[stitch_witch]

"Oh dear!" Lark says, hand coming up over her mouth before she can stop herself.

What a mess the man was. It was hard to believe. What had happened to him?

"Are you alright?"

[newmemorywhodis]

"I'm fine." And he was, really! Sure, he had a few bruises and scratches from being knocked about by the mgoose. But it was nothing too bad. Link had suffered worse before.

He does, however, then look at Lark with a faintly embarrassed air, one arm anxiously scratching behind his head. "Do you know how to clean clothes?"

Since right now, they very much needed it. And Link no longer had the korok pack, which always seemed to magically clean his clothes for him...

[stitch_witch]

What? She stares for a moment. The man is clearly injured and has been in a fight and his concern is... his clothes?

"Yes, of course," she says, so confused and mildly distressed.

[newmemorywhodis]

Well, fights and injuries for Link are normal. Day to day events, event.

But laundry. Laundry is a whole new, entirely unfamiliar challenge. One which, thanks to the mgoose, he needs to get a handle on right now.

"...Can you show me how?"

[stitch_witch]

"yes, of course. Are you okay?" she asks, because that feels so much more pressing. Was he injured? Whose blood was that? What had happened?

[newmemorywhodis]

“Yes,” he says, because being banged around really wasn’t that big of a deal. “There was a bird deer monster. It’s dead now.”

[stitch_witch]

There is so much to unpack in that statement, and she doesn't know where to start.

"I see. Well then, we should probably get going to the ships then, so you can get those clean."

[newmemorywhodis]

"...The ships?" Link asks, because that was not where he expected any cleaning of clothes to happen. If anything, he'd thought maybe they'd go to the lake.

[stitch_witch]

"Of course. That's where the laundry machines are. They do save me so much time with cleaning."

IT had been a relief to see higher technology for that end.

[newmemorywhodis]

"Laundry machines?" Link says, curious. He didn't realise such a thing existed. What would a laundry machine be like?

Immediately, his mind pictures a Guardian at a river, using it's long spider-like mechanical legs to repeatedly dunk in a piece of clothing.

[stitch_witch]

"Yes. Machines that wash and dry clothes," she agrees, leading him toward the hangar. Clearly he intended to keep following her. "I believe they work by spinning clothes through water."

[newmemorywhodis]

Okay, now Link's picturing a Guardian dragging a piece of clothing in circles in a river, rather than just dunking.

"...With legs?" he says, as he follows her. Surely even if this machine doesn't look like a Guardian, it must have some kind of mechanical appendage that does the spinning?

[stitch_witch]

"Legs? No. it seems to be a box with a large cylinder inside of it," she says. How specifically it works she isn't entirely sure, but it's fine.

"This way," she says, taking a street not blocked by newly tumbled stone.

[newmemorywhodis]

Link frowns. A box with a cylinder? He's not sure what that's supposed to do at all.

He's going to just have to wait, and see what it is for himself. He follows Lark all the way to the ships, perfectly happy to trail along in silence.

[stitch_witch]

"The creature..."

Lark shakes her head as she moves.

"Do you have a change of clothes, for while those are being cleaned?"

[newmemorywhodis]

Link thinks about this. He doesn't really have as many clothes as he did back home. Just the things Lark has made him - which is pretty much what he's wearing right now.

"My Gerudo outfit's at the Hotel." It's still a bit chilly, but not so much that he'll freeze if he wears them for a little while.

[stitch_witch]

"It was fetching, but I doubt you want it in the spring," she agrees. Note to self, make him more things.

"We'll use my ship for this pass. I have an extra robe in there that I have made."

[newmemorywhodis]

Yes, make Link more things Lark. Link always, always wants more things.

"Which ship?" he asks, looking from one ship to another. He knows which one is his ship. But not Lark's.

[stitch_witch]

"I am on the Vanquish."

Her voice was very much... disapproving over the name. She didn't like the implication, but she supposed it was not her thing to deal with.

"Ah, here," she says, catching sight of the Hangar. Her pace picks up upon seeing it. "All of the ships have the machines though. Including the two open ones."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link does not understand the disapproval at all. Vanquish is a great name.

"Mine too?" Although Link doesn't remember seeing any such machine. Although, he also wouldn't be able to recognise one if he saw it.

[stitch_witch]

It really did vary, whether something was 'good' or not.

"So far as I know, all of them. Including whichever is yours. They are near the showers."

[newmemorywhodis]

Oh, the showers. Link nods, because that, at least, he has encountered. They'd been rather fascinating too - like a waterfall you turn on and off at will.

Then they're at the Hanger, and Link walks inside. He looks around, trying to spot not his own ship, but the one Lark mentioned - the Vanquish.

[stitch_witch]

Lark smiles at the young man and moves toward her own ship.

"I tend to prefer the showers here when I can get them, though the hot springs are also nice. I just don't make use of them as much as I might normally. It's a minor magical strain."

To be overloaded is almost as bad as drained.

"Here," she says as the door of her ship opens upon her approach. "We'll just go on in. You can shower while you're here too."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link looks down. Notices the dirt, and the blood, and the bits of broken feathers.

Oh yeah, he probably should wash too, shouldn't he?

So he nods, and follows Lark onto her ship. The layout doesn't seem too different, so it's not too hard to find the shower.

[stitch_witch]

Not very different at all.

"How about you find the showers and I'll bring you my spare robe. I'll show you how the laundry works after that."

Though she will have to see about getting the bits of broken feathers out.