[STOP, HIS PILLS. It's okay, now he's forced to drink blood...]
It's a chemical lacquer which makes it waterproof, [he clarifies. It's a bunch of advanced science he isn't sure if she cares to understand or not.] Equivalent to covering bedding, or ships, or sails with pitch or wax to keep them from getting too wet.
[He glances at her for a moment in all his currently undone dystopian rock cowboycore glory, and then he's thoughtfully quiet.]
It isn't so different. The Frontier is a dangerous land full of deserts or forests swallowing the ruins of an advanced civilization. A place where humans cluster and try to survive.
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It's a chemical lacquer which makes it waterproof, [he clarifies. It's a bunch of advanced science he isn't sure if she cares to understand or not.] Equivalent to covering bedding, or ships, or sails with pitch or wax to keep them from getting too wet.
[He glances at her for a moment in all his currently undone dystopian rock cowboycore glory, and then he's thoughtfully quiet.]
It isn't so different. The Frontier is a dangerous land full of deserts or forests swallowing the ruins of an advanced civilization. A place where humans cluster and try to survive.