Taking stock.

[ferengineer]

[Nog's on the mirror with a few sheets of paper and his crayon, writing something down.]

So, with a group this size sooner or later we're going to start needing keeping an inventory of what we have on hand. Food, weapons, ammunition, medical supplies and who has what, that sort of thing. Strictly speaking it's not exactly necessary at the moment, but otherwise there's no reason not to do it.

[Nog pauses. There's probably going to be at least a couple of objections, and Nog wouldn't blame anybody who had some. There's no reason to trust him or anybody else at the moment.]

This voluntary, by the way. If there's something you don't want me to know you have, I'll respect that. As long as you aren't planning on using it to hurt anyone here.

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[credit_not_blame]

I think Kon took charge of the meat situation, so if he doesn't chime in here, I can chase him down for you. Also, we should find a way to be very clear what water and food has been sanctified verses what's safe for Crowley -- and apparently Tommy -- to consume. Crosses on the containers maybe?

[Helping!]

Oh, also: Bags. We're going to need bags to carry things. My romper has functional pockets, but they're not trek-through-the-wilderness pockets.

[unsealthecatbox]

There are many leather bags left abandoned in the market. We could take them.

[It's not like anyone else will be using them. Let's scavenge from the market and its abandoned contents]

[ferengineer]

Honestly, the sanctified food is why I decided to do this now instead of later.

[slowmotionbuscrash]

Tales of my demise were greatly exaggerated.

[konman]

It's gonna be impossible to tell what meat was consecrated or not. Dean was like "hey let's use this water for the brine" and I didn't exactly think anything about it.

But it'll be hard to tell which jerky was brined or not. It'll taste a little saltier but we can't just taste test all of it and the smoking kinda masks that.

We should probably hunt something else and just smoke some more meat individually for the guy. And then put markings on that container.

[wheyoftheadept]

[Saturday ticks things off as she speaks]

I've got a bedroll, firestarter, maybe a week's worth of rations left, an' some assorted odds and ends, all outdoorsy stuff. Fishing line, hooks, that sorta thing. Not sure how to use most of it yet, but Guts is teaching me.

No medical supplies, or training.

Magic sword, many years of training.

That's about it.

[ferengineer]

Got it. Any of that sanctified?

[okayimin]

[ She doesn't know what this dude is, but she does immediately like him. ]

I've been working on rebuilding my medical supplies. Okay for bandages and stitchings, but I'm gonna need folks who are familiar with the local flora to help pin down what we can for medicinals.

We're fucked if we gotta do anything bigger than stitching up and bandaging though, unless we got an idea of how good our mage healers are.

[ferengineer]

Always good to have on hand.

[Nog jots all of that down.]

Talk to the Easter Bunny about plants. They're kind of his thing.

[rambles_on]

I got about a dozen containers of Holy Water. They're all completely sealed, so the chances of an, um, accident... is unlikely.

[Dean has been keeping quiet for a while, still feeling awkward and embarrassed over the whole 'demon outing' thing that most people got a front row seat to, but he figured this was one way to make a show of good faith.

Not that he's completely sold on the not-exorcising-the-literal-demon thing, but he figures he has a little time to figure that out.]

[ferengineer]

I'd mark them just to be safe.

[Nog puts the holy water on the list, and then pauses for a second. Pressing Dean for help may or may not be a good idea, but it is the quickest way to get a particular bit of work done.]

Can I ask you for a favor? You'd probably have the best idea of what food was consecrated. Can you track down what's left and keep it separated from the rest? I'd appreciate it.

[They could still use the food, they just needed to make sure it didn't get mixed in with anything Crowley or Tommy were going to eat.]

[the_hit_list]

I have a bo. It’s just a normal staff, and it’s not up for grabs.

[ He also has lock picks and a belt with ten pouches, but as they’re less explainable than the bo (which he can ascribe to being a teenaged edge lord who takes martial arts), he’s keeping them to himself. ]

[kingofneworleans]

[One can almost see the way that Remy's ears perk up at that mention.]

You study bōjutsu?

[ferengineer]

I wasn't planning on taking anybody's personal items. Right now this is just a checklist to make sure we don't leave without anything important.

[greyerrant]

[ Well, this xenos seems harmless enough and is actively trying to be helpful so loken will treat him decently. ]

I have been collecting some small game with snares. I personally have three swords, though only two of them are possessed of any real functionality at the moment, my chainsword is more like a bladed club until we can find it a power source.

[ferengineer]

I wouldn't hold out hope for that. I had a full charge on my combadge when I left Deep Space 9. The power cell's been dead since we got here. It's supposed to last weeks.

[garmr]

[ huh. the ears on this guy are kinda wild, but he does not comment ]

My sword's good for cutting monsters, even if they're made of smoke or something. Also got some fish traps running with Saturday if we need back-up food.

[hasapoint]

If you know how to make a travois, that might be useful for carrying heavy things without having to take it all on peoples' backs. On a consistent surface they're not as efficient as a cart with wheels but they're better over rougher ground, and they're a lot easier to make and repair.

[ferengineer]

I don't, but if you describe what a travois is to me I can probably put one together.

[circusbat]

Afraid all I have is my escrima sticks. At least I can defend myself and others and they can be used as splints in a pinch.

[kingofneworleans]

[Remy's mirror sets up the mirror so that people can see him going through his pockets. Given the amount of stuff that piles up, there's...probably a hell of a lot more pockets than most people would think.]

Al'ight, let's see what we got here. Got de uniform an' trench, obviously. Uh...five decks of cards. Got some no-metal hairbands. Forgot I had dose in dere, hones'ly. Bandana. Handkerchiefs. 'Bout... [He pauses, counting two different things.] Dozen cinnamon Jolly Ranchers an' de same of cherry. Keep dose 'cause I got an overactive metabolism, but I ain't opposed to sharin' if I'm careful with my powers.

Hmm. [Another pocket reached into.] Got some gum. Lockpicks. Half-dozen or so bobby pins. Couple pairs of gloves. Pocketwatch. Sunglasses. An' a copy of Utopia. In French.

Also got my bo staff. [He actually shows a metal cylinder that's about six inches long and an inch and a half thick.] Dat ain't up for bargainin', though. Same wit' de ring. [That would be the ring that looks to be made of some shiny stone on his left hand.] Anyt'in' else can be replaced.

[diedforyoursins]

I'm sorry to say I woke up with nothing, let alone anything that might be useful to the group.

[Quite literally nothing. Aziraphale can definitely attest to that, having kindly lended him a jacket so he wasn't just wandering around naked.]

But if anyone would like to try returning to the faire for supplies, I'd be happy to accompany them. I can at least reliably protect others.

[ferengineer]

I'd be surprised if there was anything still there to grab. The fairies have probably all packed up and left by now.

[hallelujahjunction]

Reporting in for myself and Bunny.

I got a longbow with unlimited arrows, but only if I'm the one using it, a knife, flint and tinder, needle and thread, some first aid supplies, and about two cigarettes left. Bunny's got boomerangs, a set of paints and brushes, a rope, flint and tinder, and some first aid supplies of his own.

We been collecting berries, mushrooms, and every herb we can get our hands on, but we been distributing that pretty regularly. We got some waterskins and boiled water too, plus blankets and pillows with some baskets.

I know first aid, sewing, and we both know most wilderness survival skills. Our door's always open to y'all, metaphorically.

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[diedforyoursins]

[ sorry dan ]

Paint and brushes?

[poor_unlucky_girl]

Oh, hello! I found something while walking in the woods: it's the Bucket Knight's sword!

[Her smile goes from one ear to another as she proudly shows...A stick.]

[ferengineer]

[Nog prepares to write that down before stopping with his crayon above the page as he realizes what he's looking at.]

...I'll write it down.

[Maybe she's joking or maybe she thinks it's actually a sword. Either way, it won't hurt anything to humor her. It's not like this is an official document.]

[71lines]

I've got a bow, some rope I scavenged up, and I can make some more arrows. That's about it, though.

A Couple Days Later

[unsealthecatbox]

[As promised, Ange brought a few bags -- five, really. They seem to be in decent state, at least good enough to be carried without risking them being ripped apart all of a sudden.

Not bad!]

Here. As promised.

[Had to run from gnomes to get them, hah]