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甲辰 001: 立秋
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singlemilletgrain[video transmission]
Crimson Corsairs.
[The transmitter displays a horned woman in loose-fitting robes with her hands clasped together. Her expression solemn, she sinks into a deep bow. Though this sort of long-distance communication was possible in Terra, she has personally never used a communicator with a visual display. Her tones are as precise and formal as if she were giving a prepared speech.]
I am Shu. I extend my sincere gratitude to all who aided in the recent liberation of the laborers of the Hesaeth mining camp. And so, too, to all whose contributions to the activities of the Corsairs made such an event possible, big or small.
'A drop of water must be repaid by a rushing spring.' I do not incur debts lightly. Allow me to begin to make recompense. If you are in the vicinity of Vault, please call upon me after noon today that we may share a meal.
[The transmitter slides over to reveal a table covered with baskets and baskets of vegetables and grains, herbs and cuts of meat. Everything is glistening as if just plucked off the vine, no matter how unlikely that may be. The small stove in the background is quietly doing its best to support four burners going simultaneously, pumping out copious amounts of steam.]
If you are not, we will meet another day. But do introduce yourselves. I would know more about each of you -- and about this land.
[in person, in Vault]
[The dormitory she has been assigned is not large enough to accommodate any significant number of guests. She has requisitioned a long banquet table and a dozen chairs from somewhere and set up shop outside of the housing facility. ...She probably needed some sort of permit for this, but oh well.
Set along the table are a dozen dishes composed of anything she could get her hands on, a feast of late summer produce showcasing vivid colors and sumptuous plating in the Yan style. Gently simmered fish bathes in the aroma of ginger and soy, marbled cuts of pork so delicate they seem to quiver gently as they settle into a thick sauce, a dish that offsets the deep aubergine of eggplant with brilliant scarlet peppers and verdant leaves of some brassica subspecies, a mound of rice tossed with garlic and shallots and plump selections of river crayfish, and on and on...]
Crimson Corsairs.
[The transmitter displays a horned woman in loose-fitting robes with her hands clasped together. Her expression solemn, she sinks into a deep bow. Though this sort of long-distance communication was possible in Terra, she has personally never used a communicator with a visual display. Her tones are as precise and formal as if she were giving a prepared speech.]
I am Shu. I extend my sincere gratitude to all who aided in the recent liberation of the laborers of the Hesaeth mining camp. And so, too, to all whose contributions to the activities of the Corsairs made such an event possible, big or small.
'A drop of water must be repaid by a rushing spring.' I do not incur debts lightly. Allow me to begin to make recompense. If you are in the vicinity of Vault, please call upon me after noon today that we may share a meal.
[The transmitter slides over to reveal a table covered with baskets and baskets of vegetables and grains, herbs and cuts of meat. Everything is glistening as if just plucked off the vine, no matter how unlikely that may be. The small stove in the background is quietly doing its best to support four burners going simultaneously, pumping out copious amounts of steam.]
If you are not, we will meet another day. But do introduce yourselves. I would know more about each of you -- and about this land.
[in person, in Vault]
[The dormitory she has been assigned is not large enough to accommodate any significant number of guests. She has requisitioned a long banquet table and a dozen chairs from somewhere and set up shop outside of the housing facility. ...She probably needed some sort of permit for this, but oh well.
Set along the table are a dozen dishes composed of anything she could get her hands on, a feast of late summer produce showcasing vivid colors and sumptuous plating in the Yan style. Gently simmered fish bathes in the aroma of ginger and soy, marbled cuts of pork so delicate they seem to quiver gently as they settle into a thick sauce, a dish that offsets the deep aubergine of eggplant with brilliant scarlet peppers and verdant leaves of some brassica subspecies, a mound of rice tossed with garlic and shallots and plump selections of river crayfish, and on and on...]
