Resources? We got ur resources

[angel_of_baal]

[A note appears on the board, in ludicrously ornate penmanship because this is important. There's an earlier draft on the other side of the piece of paper, written in High Gothic, which was done before Sanguinius remembered most Imperial citizens couldn't understand or read it. So here it is again, in good, copperplate Low Gothic.]

Some of us, in our time here, have picked up skills to acquire things from the books.

If you are in need of such things, please leave a note detailing the item you want and the best type of book to find it in, and a way to reach you.

If you have other skills that might be useful to some here, please add a note stating what you can offer.

While we are trapped here, we must help each other. It is our best chance to survive and prosper while we can.

The strong have a duty to shield the weak, and the gifted a responsibility to aid those in need.

((ooc: this is a sort of general catch all--if you have a skill others might want to use, use this as a barter board, and if someone posts something they need, don't think Sanguinius has to answer all of them--feel free to jump in! ))

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[guilliman]

[in neat, cramped rustic capitals -]

Offering:

• Weapon/armor maintenance/repairs (cannot administer machine spirit rites)
  
• Dictation/transcription/editing/calculation
  
• Feats of strength/combat/height
  
• Embroidery
  
• Hair braiding/styling

Requesting:

• Pens/ink/styluses
  
• Linen - white
  
• Wool - blue
  
• Goldwork thread
  
• Bay laurel leaves
  
• Machine oils
  
• Leather oils
  
• Bathing oils
  
• Strigil

[angel_of_baal]

Hair braiding?

[It was clear who the requester was. But that was still a surprise. ]

[guilliman]

My My seneschal taught me how. Excellent strength and dexterity training for a young primarch. And time together could be rare.

[angel_of_baal]

[There's a small flare of something like envy, but thin, transparent. Ever since meeting Curze here Sanguinius has had a thought, quiet but insistent. What would Curze have been like if he'd been found and raised on Macragge. What would Sanguinius himself had been?

Perhaps the rage in his blood would have been quelled, or channeled.

Into things like hair braiding.

But that was an unworthy thought. They were as their Father intended. That was all. Anything else was wasted thought and disloyalty. ]

You have an enviable range of skills, brother. [Unlike he and Curze, made only for war, not the peace that came after. ]

Would you be open to sparring practice? I can get you some of your items in return.

[guilliman]

I do not take idleness well.

[None of them do, of course, but he is... especially bad.]

For the low price of my dignity, then? I jest. Agreed.

[silkwaltz]

I won't need it for a bit, but... if you're willing to help me with some fiddly braiding, I can supply silk thread for your goldwork in exchange?

[guilliman]

I am willing. Most experienced with Macraggian styles:

[Here there are a few simple drawings of some very complicated hairdos]

But I am an exceptionally fast learner by baseline human standards.

[silkwaltz]

Oh! Well, if you can manage braiding like that, then what I'll need should be simple enough to pick up. It's small, thin braiding to the scalp, to sew wefts into.

[guilliman]

I understand. I am familiar with the concept. You will need to supply the materials. This is still agreeable?

[steelfeathered]

[Painted sinuously in ink with a brush.]

Too bad. I was going to put hairwork, but it looks like you have me beat. Hands can outperform the art of the grasp sometimes, turn out!

[She saw the drawings.]

[guilliman]

Please do not deny yourself your craft because of me. More than one person offering a service is no crime.

[steelfeathered]

Why not go to the best, though? People should care for themselves, and it's not like there are enough likely takers to swamp you such that you would need relief.

[guilliman]

It is unfair to compare yourself to a primarch. We were built to excel. But I am as likely to go off to war as braid hair. And there must be others who can perform those deeds in my absence.

Relying on a single man will doom you when that man falls.

[curzed]

[oh hey someone else who's still determinedly NOT writing in gothic for the masses.

the response is nostraman; very few very complicated runes for the amount of information the Library chooses to translate out of it.]

If your hands are smaller than mine there's a tooth wedged in the cooling intake I can not get out. No, using a pick doesn't work. The machine spirit is making a point of reminding me every single time I check on it now.

What up, nerd

[not_scrap]

I can probably do it.


Can y'all stop pissing off ur machines tho? Kthx

it u!

[curzed]

I don't recognize your handwriting. Who is this?

[not_scrap]

Me.

Captain and Doctor Errant Nyla Vereca of the noble and glorious flying junkyard, the Do Not ScrapEsquire. ABC. BBL. W/E

At your service.

[guilliman]

A tooth in the cooling intake.

[He tries to imagine how that happened... then regrets trying to imagine.]

I can attempt to extract it. How long has it been since the armor has received basic cleaning and maintenance?

[curzed]

Last thorough maintenance was onboard the Nightfall on the assumption we would be arriving in Cheraut, not a library.

Apparently I will need to have words with whoever left it there.

[someone's going to get added to the decorations.]

[guilliman]

Throne. Your servants concern me.

[Sorry, Mx. Serf, but the threat of evisceration is no reason to let your standards slip.]

I do see that you have another volunteer. Let me know what course of action you prefer.

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[not_scrap]

Feats of height?

So, you can get stuff off the top shelf? [That's a serious question: she barely tops 5' and there are a lot of people here taller than her so stuff keeps getting waaaaay out of reach. Ya girl is tired of jumping!]

[guilliman]

I can. I am 2.95 meters tall.

[And still the shortest of his bros here... sob]

[unsheathedfromreality]

Do you mind being a ladder?

[he has to ask. he thought of it so he has to ask.]

[guilliman]

I would like to approached respectfully, and my assistance requested.

[not_scrap]

[It's time for MATH. Okay if he's that tall, and presuming he's not built like a piece of cappellini, and adjusting for wind shear or whatever. The results are in: Holy space mangos. You are a Big Boy.]

They better start reinforcing the floors around here.

Just sayin'.