[milliways] search and rescue

[bringspeopletogether]

Okay. So. First night in a tavern at the supposed end of the world and he's about to go running into a blizzard to rescue two men he doesn't know.

This is, by far, the most normal part of Alistair's very bizarre evening.

When he asks for equipment, the enchanted bar heaps up piles of furs, three strange lanterns with little clear orbs where a candle would go, a long length of rope, some sort of canvas backpack with the letters SAR stitched on one side, and what looks like a bright red, misshapen crossbow. He frowns at it as he gets to work shrugging on all the necessary layers.

"Do you know what that is?" he asks Chuck.

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[nepetaleijon]

Within moments the cloud of snow settles, revealing the giant husk of the final spider with its head raggedly severed from its abdomen, and Nepeta bouncing towards them over the frozen-ichor-streaked ground.

"Are you two okay? I got snarled in an ice web and it took me furever to cut loose."

[andinfluencepeople]

"Yeah," Chuck says, grinning at her. "You destroyed that."

He really approves!

"We should get back -- they found Edgar and that other guy."

[bringspeopletogether]

"Right, yes," says Alistair. "The line still ought to be attached to my pack, wherever that went off to -- "

In the meantime, he fumbles with the walkie-talkie, trying to locate the button Chuck mentioned. When he presses it, a small red light ignites as the grate on the front side hisses. He's pretty certain that means it's working, from the glimpses of seeing Chuck use it.

"Er. Hello." He leans close to the box. "This is Alistair. We're all accounted for; we're heading back now." A beat. "Also, if anyone's in need of new armor or some supplies for freeze bombs, there are several very large dead ice spiders out here free for the taking. Just...so you know."

Hey, if he can't go back to the palace loaded down with spider parts, somebody else ought to make use of them!

[stilljustandrew]

"... did you say ice spiders?" crackles Andrew's voice. "Actually wait, never mind, tell us about it when you get back. Mission Control out."

[nepetaleijon]

"Fr33ze bombs," Nepeta says, "now that's an intpurresting idea. I was rawrlready thinking of armor. Or meowbe some new claws ..."

She starts off in the direction of the main building, tail swishing thoughtfully, and the other two follow.