ArchivedLogs:Gimme

Gimme
Dramatis Personae Anole, Mannie	2014-07-10 '
Location <MOR> The Realm of Lost Things
Cramped and dark and tortuous, the tunnels here are not the most hospitable place. With enough exploration or someone to guide the way, it's possible to navigate through the underground labyrinth to these dim halls, lit sporadically by the often faltering electricity stolen from the city above or candles when those fail. Down here tarps cover rows of crates or plastic tubs shut against the large rat and mouse population; inside is a trove of goods scavenged from curbs and dumpsters and patched back into working order, or outright stolen from stores or homes or people. There's generally food to be found, canned more than anything else, and a mismatched assortment of clothing and blankets in various states of repair. There's other things, though, too; aging electronics, children's toys, bicycles. Board games (often missing pieces). Pet supplies. Dishes. Soap. It's hit or miss whether any of it is /useful/ or even in one piece, and there's no sort of organization to the mess. It keeps them going, though, and occasionally there are gems to be found in this communal trove scavenged together by the community. Free for any Morlock to take from and generally /viciously/ guarded against outsiders who have the misfortune to stumble in. Down here in the tunnels, removed from /sunlight/ and topsider obligations and schedules, time has fuzzier meaning. It is, at the moment, the wee hours of the morning -- or late hours of night, depending on your point of view. Somewhere high up above, the sun won't be up for an hour or so yet; down here it won't be up /ever/. It is this odd hour that finds Anole scurrying back through the tunnels from somewhere up above, hands and feet clinging to the ceiling. His upside-down crawling doesn't seem to be much /impeded/ by the heavy backpack hanging down from his back -- or maybe he's just gotten used to travelling with gravity tugging on this kind of load. He's barefoot, dressed in ratty old cutoff jean shorts and a filthy grey tee shirt that reads on the front 'Confidence, Character, Community' with some kind of dragon-y logo on its back. He's been gone from the tunnels for most of a day but seems, at least, to be returning with a /haul/ if the bulgy-ness of his backpack is any indication. Inside the lost and found room itself, a very scaly teenaged girl tiredly sifts through a pile looking for..who knows what. Mannie's actually /on top/ of the pile, her tail curled around her as she digs through it with her claws. So far, most of the stuff she's taken for herself are scraps of clothing, probably to work with the tattered t-shirt skirt she currently has around her waist, along with one of those cup and ball things minus the ball, making it more of cup-and-string. Skitterscrape, the claws on Anole's mismatched larger arm click down against the wall as he makes his way towards the floor. In contrast to Mannie's exhaustion he looks bright-eyed and alert, a smile lighting his face as he slips into the lost and found. "Mannie! Oh man I got swag. Like some books and two decks of cards with /all/ the cards in and so much food -- /so/ much food. And a little bit of clothes what're you looking for?" Mannie turns her head at the familiar voice, her nose snuffling and her teeth popping out to form some sort of weird smile. "Oh mannn. Sounds like a jackpot!". Mannie holds up a t-shirt to Anole, before speaking. "Trying to see what possible replacements I can find for my skirt. It's in the middle of dying to death and I have absolutely no idea how much longer it'll survive.". She turns over more to Anole, dropping the shirt, before speaking again. "Where'd you go to get that much good stuff? Sounds like a gold mine." "Well the food and clothes are -- I have a couple friends who live up top," Anole explains, setting down his backpack to start fishing out secondhand thrift-store clothes from it in a range of sizes. "Hey how are sarongs for you? It's just like a big wraparound skirt right?" He's holding up a blue and green sarong, patterned with abstract swirls. "Anyway they kinda filled me up on food before I left but -- the books and stuff I just hit up a store." Read: stole them, but around here who /doesn't/. As Mannie sees the sarong, she is tossing her claws forward, mostly playfully, in a sort of 'gimme gimme' way. "Holy crap that is perfect. Where has it been all my last week or so?". "I might go up later tonight after I sleep. Roll up all the stuff and maybe get something to eat, iunno. Should proobably go to sleep soon, exhausted." "I'll paint you with glue. Katamari /all/ of New York," Anole answers Mannie brightly, tossing the sarong over to flutter-land down on her outstretched claws. "They even gave me some fresh produce -- it's a little squashy, though," he admits with a smal frown down into his bag. "Ooops. I should've picked up some ice to stock coolers with. Maybe tomorrow. I haven't slept since yesterday either." "I'll grab some tonight, no worries!". Mannie replies cheerfully as she catches the sarong, quickly measuring it around her. "Yeah, I /think/ it's almost daytime, not sure, but that'd explain why I'm so tired. Speaking of which, going to go catch some Zs. Have a good one, Anole!". Mannie then cheerfully crawls down the pile, sarong in hand, before slowly trudging off towards her nook in the tunnels. Anole lifts a t-shirt he's been digging out of the backpack, waving it to Mannie as she trudges off. "Yeah sleep sounds like a good idea. Later!" Though he's sitting right where he is to finish unpacking his /haul/ before crashing himself.