[OOC Note: I’m planning on using material from he latest InCryptid book (Spelunking through Hell) to set Thomas’s canonpoint, though it is still before the events of the book itself. (Look, this is what happens when your backstory is ‘disappeared into an unknown dimension while your kids were young’.) If you want zero spoilers whatsoever, let me know.]
Friends and Friendly Beasts
Thomas spent a decade living with a tailypo, which are remarkably raccoon-like in their ability to get into things. Which means someone’s pet has gotten into the kitchen and Thomas is trying to fend them off as he cooks.
“I’m sure you have your own food. Do you even eat tomatoes?”
He was pretty sure these were tomatoes. Some of the train’s produce was a bit weird this month. Or it could be not having Earth produce since the 1960s.
Rescue your pet? Or maybe Thomas needs to apologize to a non-humanoid member of the train.
Team One — en Route Honestly, Thomas Price generally felt like the hostility of Mundos was overstated. Sure, the air and water required either filtration or protective suits, and it was mostly a swamp, but there was clearly a thriving ecosystem of plants and animals here. Thomas Price was also aware his standards had dropped quite a bit, and was reconsidering his stance after running a boat aground, as what he thought was a patch of swamp weed also held enough mud to trap the boat, but not solid enough to easily stand on. So he was waist deep in swamp muck, hoping his gear was water-tight so that he didn’t poison himself from the water, and considering the problem
He was debating if it was worth just going at it with a shovel and machete, or if it was time to consider magic. The problem was, of course, that while sympathy meant there was a connection between the mud here and the mud over there, there was also mud everywhere that would just flow back in.
Thomas Price | InCryptid
Friends and Friendly Beasts
Thomas spent a decade living with a tailypo, which are remarkably raccoon-like in their ability to get into things. Which means someone’s pet has gotten into the kitchen and Thomas is trying to fend them off as he cooks.
“I’m sure you have your own food. Do you even eat tomatoes?”
He was pretty sure these were tomatoes. Some of the train’s produce was a bit weird this month. Or it could be not having Earth produce since the 1960s.
Rescue your pet? Or maybe Thomas needs to apologize to a non-humanoid member of the train.
Team One — en Route
Honestly, Thomas Price generally felt like the hostility of Mundos was overstated. Sure, the air and water required either filtration or protective suits, and it was mostly a swamp, but there was clearly a thriving ecosystem of plants and animals here. Thomas Price was also aware his standards had dropped quite a bit, and was reconsidering his stance after running a boat aground, as what he thought was a patch of swamp weed also held enough mud to trap the boat, but not solid enough to easily stand on. So he was waist deep in swamp muck, hoping his gear was water-tight so that he didn’t poison himself from the water, and considering the problem
He was debating if it was worth just going at it with a shovel and machete, or if it was time to consider magic. The problem was, of course, that while sympathy meant there was a connection between the mud here and the mud over there, there was also mud everywhere that would just flow back in.
“Any ideas?”