Journalism Field Trip

[mitsumushi.livejournal.com]

Mitsumushi was waiting silently outside the library, a stem of flowers in one hand, almost dancing to and fro as she explored the hallway. She'd been here often enough with Abe no Seimei, but this was the first time she'd waited to guide anyone else.

Spotting the man she'd agreed to meet, she came to a graceful halt, smiling and waiting for him to approach.

Spider was in a relatively good mood this morning. Bag over his shoulder, he approached the pretty girl and gave her a smile. "Good morning, Mitsumushi. Thank you for agreeing to this."

"It was my pleasure," she told him softly, returning his smile. "When do you wish to leave?"

"As soon as my merry band of no-doubt heavily armed reprobates arrives," Spider told her. "Until then, all we have to do is wait."

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[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce shows up, yawning. She has her Knapsack of Doom. Nodding to Spider, she sits by the group and does inventory. Waterproof matches, firestriker with magnesium, plumber's candles, fold out camping shovel, cotton core nylon climbing rope, two tarps folded small, a red china marker, a spool of kite string, a rolled up bit of metal wire, a swiss army knife, a fold out locking knife, a small aluminum cooking set, what looks to be dried camp rations, a small bottle of water purifying pills, a rolled up bit of plastic tubing, a small container of thumbtacks, a medkit containing an extremely high tech venom extraction kit, a notebook, two disposable flash cameras, several pens and pencils. Strapped to the outside of the pack is a bedrol, and the sides of the pack have been equipped with dromedary bottles. There are also bungees and carabiners clipped on.

Grunting at all the..crap.. Duce shrugs to herself. She's dressed in faded black/grey jeans and a mottled grey t-shirt, topped by her leather jacket.

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

"I'm suddenly wishing you were in my group," Spider greeted her. "Ready?"

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce shrugs uncertainly, "We don't know? Hope to be. Couldn't prep better - don't know what's on the other side of the..er.. door. You didn't specify cold weather gear, so we figured temperate or tropics..and just made a list of the crap we've found ourselves without before and regretted."

Adjusting the black climbing harness around her waist, she hoists the pack onto her back and locks the waist and chest straps. "Ready as we can be."