Grassy knolls were hardly the best terrain for legs like hers, regardless eight shoe-less stub feet trudge onward through the dark frost blue forest. The budding blue shoots and blooming blew flowers matched the blue in the wandering woman's dress. She arrived at the place, hamper having been place in the center of her elongated back.
With a delicate smile she swiftly removed it, beginning to set things up in the clearing. The area was perfect, strong oak trees surrounded three quarters of a single small stump in the center. The other quarter was left open, but concealed well by thinner trees from the next line of the forest. The stump in the center worked perfectly as a table... least she assumed the height was right, her sitting height wasn't quite the same as other people's. Setting the basket to her side she pulled out the main blanket for the table, a tartan of dark red and green. She then pulled out the additional blanket for her to sit on, laying it at the opposite end to the entrance. The center stump had a good sixty centimeter radius, the large blanket barely touching the ground over the massive piece of wood.
She then began to pull forth the foods from her basket, first a cling-filmed plate of sandwiches (Cheese, Prawn, Ham, Blackcurrant Jam and Marmalade on White or brown bread. Cut into quarter triangles) and set it in the very center. She then raised up a teapot, snug in a good quality tea cozy to keep it warm. She then raised five empty, plain, white mugs and saucers. A matching bowl full of brown sugar cubes and a pouring glass of milk.
Then came the final puzzle pieces. Setting fourth five bowls and soup spoons she then raised two further large flasks, one marked chicken soup and the other marked tomato soup. Se was not quite certain whether to expect herbivorous faunus or carnivorous faunus and so she didn't want to leave either party without something they could enjoy. She knew all too well of the faux pas of incorrect meals, having had flies thrust toward her before.
She did hope she'd set the clues well enough, they were certainly hidden well enough from those less attentive. On the right wall of the furthest left stall in the girl's first floor bathroom she had left a little spider web. Hidden beneath said web, written in a pen which ink was easily removed, were the words; "Woodwind Finnek 2's Day @ 2" With emphasis placed on both the W and the F, the initials of an organisation who were only doing the right thing, and with the aid of some small handwriting the correct day of a group's meet up was revealed. Of course, she had set up some other minor decoy webs in the bathroom to make it more likely look like the placing of a genuine spider's web.
She had done this elsewhere to of course. On the last airship of a night before many students had tests, in the middle of the girl's dormitories, at the edge of the men's, on some of the more sought after tomes in the library and even in the corner of a lecture hall. She'd thought she'd set the pieces well, now it was time for the lure.
She poured herself a cup of tea in anticipation, three sugars and a splash of milk. She wouldn't touch it until at least one person arrived. She set the hamper at the door before taking her place on her deep red blanket. The Murderous Medic raised a long wooden flute to her lips, using her ticking broach as a metronome, and began to blow a simple tune. The sound of which cut through most of the lazy afternoon forest sounds, audible to most but likely most easily tracked by faunus with an additional set of ears.
With a delicate smile she swiftly removed it, beginning to set things up in the clearing. The area was perfect, strong oak trees surrounded three quarters of a single small stump in the center. The other quarter was left open, but concealed well by thinner trees from the next line of the forest. The stump in the center worked perfectly as a table... least she assumed the height was right, her sitting height wasn't quite the same as other people's. Setting the basket to her side she pulled out the main blanket for the table, a tartan of dark red and green. She then pulled out the additional blanket for her to sit on, laying it at the opposite end to the entrance. The center stump had a good sixty centimeter radius, the large blanket barely touching the ground over the massive piece of wood.
She then began to pull forth the foods from her basket, first a cling-filmed plate of sandwiches (Cheese, Prawn, Ham, Blackcurrant Jam and Marmalade on White or brown bread. Cut into quarter triangles) and set it in the very center. She then raised up a teapot, snug in a good quality tea cozy to keep it warm. She then raised five empty, plain, white mugs and saucers. A matching bowl full of brown sugar cubes and a pouring glass of milk.
Then came the final puzzle pieces. Setting fourth five bowls and soup spoons she then raised two further large flasks, one marked chicken soup and the other marked tomato soup. Se was not quite certain whether to expect herbivorous faunus or carnivorous faunus and so she didn't want to leave either party without something they could enjoy. She knew all too well of the faux pas of incorrect meals, having had flies thrust toward her before.
She did hope she'd set the clues well enough, they were certainly hidden well enough from those less attentive. On the right wall of the furthest left stall in the girl's first floor bathroom she had left a little spider web. Hidden beneath said web, written in a pen which ink was easily removed, were the words; "Woodwind Finnek 2's Day @ 2" With emphasis placed on both the W and the F, the initials of an organisation who were only doing the right thing, and with the aid of some small handwriting the correct day of a group's meet up was revealed. Of course, she had set up some other minor decoy webs in the bathroom to make it more likely look like the placing of a genuine spider's web.
She had done this elsewhere to of course. On the last airship of a night before many students had tests, in the middle of the girl's dormitories, at the edge of the men's, on some of the more sought after tomes in the library and even in the corner of a lecture hall. She'd thought she'd set the pieces well, now it was time for the lure.
She poured herself a cup of tea in anticipation, three sugars and a splash of milk. She wouldn't touch it until at least one person arrived. She set the hamper at the door before taking her place on her deep red blanket. The Murderous Medic raised a long wooden flute to her lips, using her ticking broach as a metronome, and began to blow a simple tune. The sound of which cut through most of the lazy afternoon forest sounds, audible to most but likely most easily tracked by faunus with an additional set of ears.
- Description if missed:
- "WHITE FANG AND WHITE FANG WANNABES ONLY"
