Log Twenty

May 07, 2010 16:36

I can't help suspect that this place will change to somewhere a lot less pleasant while we're all here.  Volcanoes-and-ash land or worse.  Nothing we can do about that, but I think that no one should sleep alone.  [Wait, that's going to be taken the wrong way.]  I mean, no one should take a temporary home out of shouting distance from anyone else.

I think this Wilderness is part of the same planet, system, or at least governing body as the storefront some months ago.  The same kind of currency is lying around, anyway.  Looks like it's called America - that was the Mall of America, and these coins are labeled with a United States of America.  Though it might be an offshoot with its own local currency.  I've seen Disney Dollars, too.

Might as well ask.  I picked up a coin marked as a quarter dollar back in the Mall, and I've found a total of four others a lot like it here.  If anyone's found more, I'd be willing to trade a bit for them.   They're silvery metal, I'm guessing nickel, slightly smaller than the bark coins we use and definitely heavier, with a reeded edge.

[He sketches out the head and tail sides of a quarter; not a state one, the old kind with the eagle.  It's not terribly detailed, but recognizable and the right size.]

That's quarter dollars, not the smaller units.  I'd like to get at least twenty of them.

- Rogue L  [Sometimes he wonders if the day will come when people will call him Rogue-Inkblot.  But he can't be introducing himself as Leader.]

rogue does not understand, the skies are blind, the wilderness is messed up

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