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[castitas]

Who: Kate Marsh + you!
What: Making rosehip tea/syrup shenanigans; nightmares; feast preparations + more!
When: The month of October.
Where: Various places around Milton.

Content Warnings: Warnings in the individual prompts. As a general rule, themes of depression and suicide, possibly mentions of suicide attempt from last month from It Speaks prompt.




contact: heolstor / _heolstor @ discord for plotting!

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[castitas]

[ Kate is... more than used to those less than thrilled about her being on their doorstep. Plenty from the Meals on Wheels program are happy to just take the food from her hands and close the door. People are hard, sometimes. She doesn't mind.

So she just... tries to meet it with her usual cheer — even if it's been muted, as of late. She reaches to show the woman a bottle of syrup: a translucent orange-red liquid in a glass bottle. ]

Rosehip syrup. Or I have tea, if you prefer. [ There's a beat before she adds. ] It's homemade, I made it myself.

[myfavoritemurder]

What do you put the syrup in?

[Callisto wonders, leaning in to squint at the bottle. Then, without waiting for an answer:]

I have wolf meat and skins.

[castitas]

You take it neat, a spoonful every day. Or you could dilute it with some water if you'd prefer to make a drink out of it. [ It might be too sweet, concentrated. Watering it down isn't a bad idea, really. ] Rosehip syrup is packed full of vitamin C. It's useful for making sure we don't get sick due to limited diet.

[ The wolf skins do sound like a good idea, she thinks. The fur would be super warm, but it seems like an unfair trade in comparison. She hums, thoughtful for a moment. Oh, wait—! ]

Actually, I was wondering if you might have any of these? [ She reaches into her satchel and pulls out a music cassette tape. She's managed to get her hands on a walkman, which is super retro but honestly...? Listening to music would be nice. ] I'm looking for more of them. Maybe you have some in your... uh, home?

[myfavoritemurder]

["Vitamin C" gets the blankest of blank looks, and the explanation of its health benefits does little to resolve things. Callisto has never heard of it, which means she's gotten by just fine without it for her whole life, which means it can't really be important, can it? This woman is, clearly, a born salesman, ready to spin whatever made-up tales she needs to in order to sell her wares.

But. Callisto has seen one of those thin black squares, actually. Without another word, she turns on her heel and goes to rifle through a desk in the corner of the room, only turning back once she's unearthed what she's looking for: another cassette tape. It's bright pink, has a handwritten label (ROAD TRIP TUNES)... and a good chunk of its tape is completely unspooled, hanging down in ribbons as Callisto holds it out.]

I'll trade you for this one.

[castitas]

[ It wouldn't be the first time that someone's not know what Vitamin C is, to be honest. She's already had to explain it to a couple of Victorians. But said Victorians also know plenty enough about Scurvy.

Her eyes light up at the sight of the tape, before she considers for a moment. Hm. She could probably fix that. It's not like she's short of time in this place. Carefully putting the tape-ribbon back in would certainly give her something to do. But also... she really wants to know what's on a tape called 'Road Trip Tunes'. ]

Deal—! [ She moves to retrieve a bottle form her little sled, holding it out to her. ] Remember, just a little bit every day. Too much Vitamin C will give you a stomach ache. But just a little everyday will stop things like Scurvy.

[myfavoritemurder]

[And Callisto, for her part, snatches the bottle of syrup and holds out the tape in return - holds it by looping a finger through the unspun tape, dangling it down from her hand.

Sorry, Kate.]

What are you going to do with it? The hard part is a storage container, isn't it? But the ribbon seems useless for mending anything.

[castitas]

[ ... Ah.

Well, she's going to do her best to very carefully take the tape from her. Then she stops to put the tape in her back, tucking it into a little side pocket to keep it safe until she gets back to the Community Hall. ]

Well, you're right about that first part. [ She... doesn't know what a cassette tape is for? Just as well that she's had practice with needing to explain things. ] The casing stores the ribbon. So I'll need to fix it by putting the ribbon back in.

The ribbon itself holds music on it. It's a kind of technology.