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[aluminumandash]

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[ After the message (warning?) has blared two successive times, Rust waits about an hour and sends: ] Progress on locating unauthorized transport?



[ OOC: Threadjack to your heart's content! ]

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[aluminumandash]

[ This is such an onslaught of borderline-sci-fi bullshit in response to a simple fucking question that it takes Rust half a minute to comprehend what he's reading. Infrared light? How about a canteen, a shirt that doesn't have twenty fucking buttons and isn't soaked with sweat?

But—easy as it is for him to dismiss all optimism as blind—he recognizes, maybe, the need to get at the heart of things. To know. ]

Listen man, I just want a piece of paper and something to write with besides my own blood. [ Other blood: not off the table! ]

What do you have on you?

me googling the wildest shit to come to this answer

[hyakuoku]

[ He would be SO OFFENDED to have his thoughts considered anywhere near sci-fi, gosh!

But he reassesses; his assumption of what this guy was going for was wrong. Fair enough. ]

Hm. Nothing that would make ink on its own. To make ink with what I have on me, I'd need oak galls and some kind of iron.

[ HAS HE DONE THIS BEFORE? You betcha! ]

Let's not resort to blood immediately, though. In a pinch we can just use a dark fruit like a berry with a feather or hollow reed or plant stalk as a pen. It's less permanent but any port in a storm.