You can't just Catch More Fish, is the thing. Fishing ships aren't magic. The ecology is, which is good since Jean suspects local people going fishing is about to fucking devastate the waterways, but there's only so much space in the cargo hold, only so many crew members, only so much time in the day and the night. Thankfully the community seems to have acquired skilled hunters (Comrade Emery out here earning his paycheck, bless), so they will be spared Jean's crude attempts at the same.
So they just kinda gently start sacrificing a bunch of their free time to help out. Their labor can't magically make more food appear either, but Jean's used to being hungry, cold, and mean. They take these hits. New in town? Jean might be approaching you at Oak and Iron with sushi. For the farmers around the joint, especially any new ones, Jean is volunteering their eager and obedient services during their shore leave, anything to make it easier.
In addition to the actual help, the catch from Mipha's Grace is available at cost for the duration of the emergency, and Jean also has some fish soup recipes that might be handy to the enterprising Person Who Doesn't Want To Starve To Death. They won't fill you, but they will keep you alive on what seems like no food at all, and that's what counts.
Sorry First Aid. The nugget will be thinning again. It won't even be the fifth time they've had a bust after a relative food boon. They did tell you subsistence eating was a tactical choice...
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Guess who's constantly getting coffee at Oak and Iron. Go on. Guess.
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Jean has been a little lost on the score here of 'why is everyone going outside at night when y'all have clearly demonstrated an understanding that you should not do this under any circumstances' and look, oh boy, if it isn't the consequences of their fucking actions. For once they and the Wolf are in perfect harmony over how god damn fucking stupid this idea was, but now they have a job to do. Maybe they can salvage this into minimal losses and property damage, then good PR, in that order.
If you've signed up for the local levy, catch Jean barking orders to the Combat Team for containment tactics; if you're part of the Communication Team or the Medical Team, the shout is for evac duty.
Otherwise there's not a lot of time for orders. If you've joined this fight, or can't escape from it, there's a tiny five-foot person that you might have seen around town with their concerning smile and extremely polite nervous dog energy who is now utterly, completely, in their element, and they're here to fight alongside you.
Their first victim gets Jean on its shoulders before those awful claws start digging into its flesh.
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You can't just Catch More Fish, is the thing. Fishing ships aren't magic. The ecology is, which is good since Jean suspects local people going fishing is about to fucking devastate the waterways, but there's only so much space in the cargo hold, only so many crew members, only so much time in the day and the night. Thankfully the community seems to have acquired skilled hunters (Comrade Emery out here earning his paycheck, bless), so they will be spared Jean's crude attempts at the same.
So they just kinda gently start sacrificing a bunch of their free time to help out. Their labor can't magically make more food appear either, but Jean's used to being hungry, cold, and mean. They take these hits. New in town? Jean might be approaching you at Oak and Iron with sushi. For the farmers around the joint, especially any new ones, Jean is volunteering their eager and obedient services during their shore leave, anything to make it easier.
In addition to the actual help, the catch from Mipha's Grace is available at cost for the duration of the emergency, and Jean also has some fish soup recipes that might be handy to the enterprising Person Who Doesn't Want To Starve To Death. They won't fill you, but they will keep you alive on what seems like no food at all, and that's what counts.
Sorry First Aid. The nugget will be thinning again. It won't even be the fifth time they've had a bust after a relative food boon. They did tell you subsistence eating was a tactical choice...
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Posted to the Community Board is a small note:
Variety of subjects sought to model for anatomical and nude sketches in pursuit of artistic improvement. Compensation provided, pick your own venue, early morning or late evening preferred to as not to conflict with existing obligations. Please contact AGENT JEAN at [their phone number] during their shore leaves.
Guess who's constantly getting coffee at Oak and Iron. Go on. Guess.
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Jean has been a little lost on the score here of 'why is everyone going outside at night when y'all have clearly demonstrated an understanding that you should not do this under any circumstances' and look, oh boy, if it isn't the consequences of their fucking actions. For once they and the Wolf are in perfect harmony over how god damn fucking stupid this idea was, but now they have a job to do. Maybe they can salvage this into minimal losses and property damage, then good PR, in that order.
If you've signed up for the local levy, catch Jean barking orders to the Combat Team for containment tactics; if you're part of the Communication Team or the Medical Team, the shout is for evac duty.
Otherwise there's not a lot of time for orders. If you've joined this fight, or can't escape from it, there's a tiny five-foot person that you might have seen around town with their concerning smile and extremely polite nervous dog energy who is now utterly, completely, in their element, and they're here to fight alongside you.
Their first victim gets Jean on its shoulders before those awful claws start digging into its flesh.