025 Points
[When Alleyne checked the journal today after cleaning up and getting her morning coffee, she found she couldn't understand a lick of it. After looking around a bit, it seems it's all gone to hell, communications wise. If it ain't one thing around here it's another.
It's all so tiring. So here she is in the kitchen making a huge pot of deer stew, having somehow made her way through the labels on things for the proper seasonings and putting it together. She's in a chair near the stove, watching it simmer, tapping her journal.]
[The following is written in Cyrillic with thick, fast ink strokes.]
{What an annoying thing to have happen. Just when things were beginning to settle down, this happens. Not a moment of respite goes untarnished around here.
Can anyone out there read this?}
[The following is dictated in Russian. Those that don't speak it may be able to at least pick up her name from it.]
{It's} Alleyne. {Tch, this is all so bothersome. I wonder if anyone will get me at all.}
[She taps her pen a minute then writes something in Japanese. Wow, that's some badly done kana. And bad grammar.]
{I are Alleyne. Only get little Japanese. Try anyway? Good afternoon.}
[Last but not least, there's a drawing of her scowling face by a drawing of the stove with a pot on it, indicating that whoever wants to have some stew can come get some. After all, what is more universal than good food? This could maybe help facilitate some kind of understanding without actually speaking.]
[OOC: Open like an open thing!]]
It's all so tiring. So here she is in the kitchen making a huge pot of deer stew, having somehow made her way through the labels on things for the proper seasonings and putting it together. She's in a chair near the stove, watching it simmer, tapping her journal.]
[The following is written in Cyrillic with thick, fast ink strokes.]
{What an annoying thing to have happen. Just when things were beginning to settle down, this happens. Not a moment of respite goes untarnished around here.
Can anyone out there read this?}
[The following is dictated in Russian. Those that don't speak it may be able to at least pick up her name from it.]
{It's} Alleyne. {Tch, this is all so bothersome. I wonder if anyone will get me at all.}
[She taps her pen a minute then writes something in Japanese. Wow, that's some badly done kana. And bad grammar.]
{I are Alleyne. Only get little Japanese. Try anyway? Good afternoon.}
[Last but not least, there's a drawing of her scowling face by a drawing of the stove with a pot on it, indicating that whoever wants to have some stew can come get some. After all, what is more universal than good food? This could maybe help facilitate some kind of understanding without actually speaking.]
[OOC: Open like an open thing!]]