[Video | 005: A Quest Arrow Appears!] Monday Evening, Week 12

[pepperspray]

[To say that Pepper's looking like she's been over twenty miles of bad road is really just stating the truth at this point. (And underselling it -- it's been a lot more than twenty miles, all totalled.). Still, she's back in town, her apartment's spartan furnishings visible behind her as she lays claim to a couch that's seen better days but is, blessedly, not a horse.

There remains a businesslike gleam to her eyes all the same: Pepper, it appears, has A Plan.]

I haven't managed death by horse, thanks largely to Captain Rogers and Dr. Banner, and I've got potential good news on the food situation. However, it's not really straightforward, and not really something to discuss over the network.

What I can say is that we've been asked to retrieve some goods as payment, that I have a map, but that it's very old, and that I've been warned about hazards in the location. So, while I can bring this to you, it's not something I can honestly handle myself.

If you're interested in either going along with or leading an expedition to do some treasure hunting, let me know. And if you have experience with translating very old maps, I'd very much like to hear from you. I'll be at my apartment for, um... well, let's just say that not moving sounds like an absolutely amazing idea right now.

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[professorwolf]

[Ah, good. He didn't offend, or perplex, or invite mockery. He knew he liked Pepper.]

I may do you one better. I may visit, if you don't mind company.

[He does need to tell her about being a werewolf, and he'd love to see that map of hers, just for curiosity's sake, and perhaps to brush up on his old-fashioned cartography skills with an example. He'd even drop by tonight on his way out to hunt, but he thinks that might be a little forward of him to offer.]

[pepperspray]

Your company is never minded, Professor.

[The dimples linger, although her expression does fade back to weary and aching fatigue over time.]

Although you'll have to be ready to put up with me trying to make sense of the directions we got. It's already very clear that someone else is going to have to lead this expedition besides me, but I at least want to try and understand what I'm pointing people at.

[professorwolf]

Perhaps I can be of some use in that, as well, though I would not hope too strongly. I'm afraid I am the sort who usually remains behind to keep things steady at home while the rest go gallivanting off on the adventure.

[Still, he's had enough time dealing with various Alphas and individuals from the military to perhaps deduce something. And now, when best to stop by? He's badly in need of sleep, so perhaps not until later....]

Tomorrow evening, perhaps?

And tomorrow evening means he gets to see her having Tony angst. Muahahah

[pepperspray]

I have some familiarity with that role myself.

[Complete down to the worrying and fussing internally, until the merry adventurers (or lone man in a metal suit) come back home again. She peers a little at him across the video link and nods once.]

Tomorrow will work perfectly -- I could use some time to recover.

That thought did cross my mind :: grins ::

[professorwolf]

[Kindred spirits, indeed. Though Lyall perhaps frets a bit less; Lord Maccon can take care of himself. Being immortal probably has something to do with it.]

Tomorrow evening, then. I'll be by shortly after sunset. Until then, I hope your recovery goes well.