Devil's Tower

Who: Sway, Trigger, & Smith
What: Meeting the BFF!
When: Afternoon
Where: Trading Post
Rating: PG
Status: In Progress

Sway made her way to the trading post, hoping she actually had something worth trading. She mostly went because she wanted to get a feel for the place, get used to how things worked. She didn't expect it to be so busy, so buzzing with life. It was actually a relief. It reminded her of home for a moment, where everything was fast, loud, pushy, and everyone was trying to get the best for their dollar. She loved it.

Glancing around, she wondered if she could trade favors for favors. Maybe she could do errands or help out around another tribe in exchange for them teaching her some stuff that would make her more useful to her own. She was still worried that Hawk and Kestral would change their minds and kick her out on her ass for not being productive enough. She hadn't gotten that vibe from them, it was her own insecurity talking. She had been raised a rich kid, sure, but since her parents had never been around, she was mostly raised by people who taught her the importance of singing for your supper. That, and she wasn't used to not having something to do constantly. There was plenty of work around the tribe, but she didn't have the skills to help with everything. It was something she desperately wanted to change.

Sway was so lost in her thoughts as she looked through things people were offering for trade, she didn't even notice when she walked straight into a young man. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed immediately, then gave him a sheepish grin, "Usually I'm more graceful."

WHO: Trigger and open
WHAT: Cooking
WHERE: The Carrion kitchen
WHEN: Week 21 Sunday morning
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Open

Trigger was moving slowly around his kitchen, fingers busy over what he could find. At Shine's request he was knocking together what he could for her boyfriends birthday. A picnic planned with her new family. His kitchen was as quiet as usual when he worked, but he knew that his cooking smells might well draw in some of the other Carrion.
He loved his kitchen but he grew increasingly lonely here, and wondered that if he could talk some of the others into coming with him he was considering venturing over to the 4th July party at the Trading Post, he just had to hope his cooking smells were intoxicating enough, and that the fact he was, as usual humming Tom Jones songs under his breath wouldn't counteract their affects