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[Wake Up: Setting 1]
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randomly_modding[TROPICAL ISLAND]
Create a settlement on the beach and secure necessities for habitation. Time limit, one-hundred and forty-four hours.
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Jun. 17th, 2013
randomly_moddingCreate a settlement on the beach and secure necessities for habitation. Time limit, one-hundred and forty-four hours.
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waytobreakithero[ After falling asleep on the scratchy, kind of smelly, uncomfortable carpet in the strange "office", one usually doesn't expect to wake up somewhere completely different.
Certainly not a hotter, more tropical version of the Wounded Coast. But the sun and fresh air and increased space did wonders for her mood and ability to accept yet one more odd situation.
And that little device had come with her. More and more interesting. ]
A settlement, hm? Someone is certainly having fun at our expense. [ Stretches and begins to brush the sand from her hair. ] Still, this is much more entertaining. [ She looks up at the sky and salutes.
Then she tucks her gauntlets into her belt and loosens the collar of her armor as she begins her hike along the shoreline. Best to find out if she had been brought here alone, and what sort of people she would need to work with to not dehydrate or starve. ]
Anyone here? Hello? If you're thinking to ambush me, I'll have you know I'm secretly a dragon. Hopefully that will not deter you.
Certainly not a hotter, more tropical version of the Wounded Coast. But the sun and fresh air and increased space did wonders for her mood and ability to accept yet one more odd situation.
And that little device had come with her. More and more interesting. ]
A settlement, hm? Someone is certainly having fun at our expense. [ Stretches and begins to brush the sand from her hair. ] Still, this is much more entertaining. [ She looks up at the sky and salutes.
Then she tucks her gauntlets into her belt and loosens the collar of her armor as she begins her hike along the shoreline. Best to find out if she had been brought here alone, and what sort of people she would need to work with to not dehydrate or starve. ]
Anyone here? Hello? If you're thinking to ambush me, I'll have you know I'm secretly a dragon. Hopefully that will not deter you.
[Action] Please don't rock my boat
Jun. 17th, 2013 03:05 pmpromisebreaker[ Peter is sitting cross-legged on the sand inland far enough that he's past the rising tide. He's got a stick in one hand and he's drawing something in the sand. He's very clearly focused on what he's drawing. Occasionally, he reaches up and blurs out what he's written with the heel of his hand then re-draws it.
If one stands over his shoulder and looks, his sand drawings are clearly plans for some kind of shelter. He's taking their mission seriously, not necessarily because it was dictated to them, but because he wants to be prepared. No one will be surprised that he was a boy scout when he was younger. ]
If one stands over his shoulder and looks, his sand drawings are clearly plans for some kind of shelter. He's taking their mission seriously, not necessarily because it was dictated to them, but because he wants to be prepared. No one will be surprised that he was a boy scout when he was younger. ]
[action] A decade's worth of Games ago
Jun. 17th, 2013 04:16 pmijustlovethat[there was an arena like this once. ten, eleven years ago? there were horrible sand-dwelling snake muttations on an isolated chunk of beach, and the tides grew worse and worse with every passing day. naturally, the victor had been from District Four, and Effie's tributes -- she couldn't help but think of them as hers, even though it made it difficult to watch them die -- hadn't made it past the first five hours.
[so when she wakes up atop one of these rocky guys right here, she thinks, for a minute, that she has been transported to that old arena and left there by some cruel tour guide.
[she is ignoring the instructions on her communicator right now because there is a much more pressing problem to be dealt with: getting off this rock and onto the beach proper without ruining her pretty dress and shoes and hair and-- well, you get the idea.
[if you're around, you see her taking little steps to the edge, peering down at the water, trying to judge the distance between herself and the shore. (hint: she would not make that jump if she had a running start and good, sturdy flats.) very soon, she goes from frustrated to upset, pouting, batting her butterfly eyelashes as if she's about to unleash a rain of glittery tears.]
Oh, this won't do! Is there anyone who can help? [very quietly] I can't swim.
[so when she wakes up atop one of these rocky guys right here, she thinks, for a minute, that she has been transported to that old arena and left there by some cruel tour guide.
[she is ignoring the instructions on her communicator right now because there is a much more pressing problem to be dealt with: getting off this rock and onto the beach proper without ruining her pretty dress and shoes and hair and-- well, you get the idea.
[if you're around, you see her taking little steps to the edge, peering down at the water, trying to judge the distance between herself and the shore. (hint: she would not make that jump if she had a running start and good, sturdy flats.) very soon, she goes from frustrated to upset, pouting, batting her butterfly eyelashes as if she's about to unleash a rain of glittery tears.]
Oh, this won't do! Is there anyone who can help? [very quietly] I can't swim.
neverforgets[ On one section of the beach, about twenty feet from where the sand gives way to jungle, someone has planted a giant mallet head into the sand. A bright, red scarf is tied to the handle. The handle sticks straight up--
And up--
And up--
And up into the sky. If you're good at estimating height, you might guess it's two hundred feet up above the ground. And at the very top, you can see the shape of a person up there. ]
And up--
And up--
And up into the sky. If you're good at estimating height, you might guess it's two hundred feet up above the ground. And at the very top, you can see the shape of a person up there. ]
inflorescere[Well, this certainly doesn't look like the island she was on before, that's for sure. Anyone around scavenging or trying to find their way around might notice the newly-arrived Robin with her sunglasses propped out of the way as she uses a pair of binoculars pulled out from her bag to scope out the surrounding areas. Not quite yet wandering past into the jungles, she lingers at the outskirts close to the beaches but noting things of the depths and mountains at first glance, at least.]
Hmm.
[Occasionally, she reaches back and opens a notebook, makes a few notes of these observations, then returns to quietly wandering. Keeping an eye out for her companions but finding no sign of them either...]
The iron bridge is gone, and there is no longer any sight of the fighting fish. No ship wreckage, track marks or anything close to the same large plants of the Green Bit forest.
How strange.
[Stopping some distance away from the shore, she finally puts the binoculars away, bag slung over her shoulder. Robin fixes her glasses back down and frowns behind them, now examining the communicator.]
By all evidence, it is an entirely different place. I can't make contact with them...
[It doesn't seem right. She'll spend the rest of her time tinkering around with the device, to figure out its use past the instructions on the display. Even for someone who usually keeps her cool when waking up in strange places, this is definitely something else, man.]
Hmm.
[Occasionally, she reaches back and opens a notebook, makes a few notes of these observations, then returns to quietly wandering. Keeping an eye out for her companions but finding no sign of them either...]
The iron bridge is gone, and there is no longer any sight of the fighting fish. No ship wreckage, track marks or anything close to the same large plants of the Green Bit forest.
How strange.
[Stopping some distance away from the shore, she finally puts the binoculars away, bag slung over her shoulder. Robin fixes her glasses back down and frowns behind them, now examining the communicator.]
By all evidence, it is an entirely different place. I can't make contact with them...
[It doesn't seem right. She'll spend the rest of her time tinkering around with the device, to figure out its use past the instructions on the display. Even for someone who usually keeps her cool when waking up in strange places, this is definitely something else, man.]
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Jun. 17th, 2013 09:36 pmactlikealady[the communicator flickers onto Sif's face, which settles into satisfied lines. she figured it out, this enchanted metal device, so now she can go back to what she was doing -- which is wrapping her free arm around a tree and casually hauling it out of the ground]
If we are to follow the whims of our captors -- which I'm of two minds on, myself -- we should at least begin by figuring out who is best-suited for what. [briskly]
So go on. [she drops the tree, also casually, and then goes to tear out another. she's not sure how much wood they'll need] I require knowledge of how many are here, and what skills you possess. We will want someone with knowledge of plants to forage, and someone with skill at fishing. We will need a source of fresh water, and likely vessels fashioned to carry and hold our supplies in. Those with strength or skill at construction who can put together the shelters, and those who might construct defenses around the constructs.
And those of you who are more accustomed to living in human cities, well... [a beat. trying to think of something charitable] We will probably need someone to -- gather sticks, and the like.
If we are to follow the whims of our captors -- which I'm of two minds on, myself -- we should at least begin by figuring out who is best-suited for what. [briskly]
So go on. [she drops the tree, also casually, and then goes to tear out another. she's not sure how much wood they'll need] I require knowledge of how many are here, and what skills you possess. We will want someone with knowledge of plants to forage, and someone with skill at fishing. We will need a source of fresh water, and likely vessels fashioned to carry and hold our supplies in. Those with strength or skill at construction who can put together the shelters, and those who might construct defenses around the constructs.
And those of you who are more accustomed to living in human cities, well... [a beat. trying to think of something charitable] We will probably need someone to -- gather sticks, and the like.