[Action] Please don't rock my boat

[promisebreaker]

[ 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. ]

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[neverforgets]

[ Has been wandering, a little slowly, for a bit, trying to find other people. And now he has! Someone who seems to be working pretty hard at something. Lavi makes his way over, and shields his eye from the sun as he looks over that person's shoulder. ]

How many rooms do you think we're going t'need?

[promisebreaker]

[ Peter pauses, glancing over his shoulder at Lavi before looking back to his design ]

I think we could get away with one, but two might make everyone feel a little better. We could separate it into boys and girls if we like or sleeping and eating. How ever people want it separated.

[neverforgets]

[ Nods along with the explanation, still looking downat the drawing in the sand. ]

Sounds like you've got things figured out. Architect?

[promisebreaker]

Oh. No. High school student. I just like putting things together.

[neverforgets]

Bet your teacher's a fan. [ And he might be, a little. Smart people are usually interesting. ]

What're you thinking of using to build it?

[promisebreaker]

Uhm...yeah? I mean, I guess. I never...maybe.

[ Oh, well that's a question he can answer. ]

Palm trees for a grame. Maybe leaves for walls and a roof with vines for holding it all together. That's what they use in books and on TV. Right?

[neverforgets]

[ The design makes sense, more or less. Though, one thing does catch his attention. ]

"Tee vee"? [ What is? ]

[promisebreaker]

[ peter looks up more than a little irritated. ]

Actually, it was plans for a shelter so that when night comes, we've all got a place to sleep. Now, it's something I've got to start over.

[promisebreaker]

You missed the crazy office. [He sits back on his heels a bit.] Whether I believe it or not is irrelevant in regards to a shelter. I want a place to sleep tonight that's dry and protected from wind. I can worry about the kidnappers when that's finished.

[promisebreaker]

It's okay. [He points to his head.] It's up here.

[He turns to her a little.]

I'm Peter Parker. Local engineer, I guess. Except there's people here who are lots more qualified for this than I am.

[antiapocalypse]

Do you need any stick figures? I can draw those.

Full disclosure: there should've been an "only" in that last sentence.

[ hi Peter. she woke up on the edge of the sea, and for a while she thought she was dreaming again, but. then she saw the communicator.

how are they doing this?

but it's good to see a familiar face. ]

[promisebreaker]

[He looks up with a grin, happy to see a familiar face.]

I could use a couple. I mean we're going to have to figure out necessary space. Stick figures are perfect for that.

[antiapocalypse]

Just point me at the right hut.

...These are huts, right?

[promisebreaker]

Well...yeah. I mean. Sort of? I was thinking more primitive. Just something to protect us from the elements. A couple of bigger rooms. Maybe more, depending on how many people we've got here. It's a hut? With two rooms. Sleeping and living. Or boys and girls, depending--depending on how people want to [ swallow. this makes him nervous and he's not sure why ] you know...separate them.

[He points to one of the rooms.] You could draw a sleeping stick figure there.

[antiapocalypse]

Probably not so much with the co-ed. [ aww, Peter. but she leans forward and dutifully adds a stick figure! it's... sort of horizontal. ]

Is that "sleeping"? It feels more like "fell over, can't get up".

[promisebreaker]

[ Peter can't help laughing. It's not at her; it's because of her and that's infinitely better, isn't it? ]

We might need to send aid. [ he leans over, stretching to draw a little stick figure that appeared to be helping Buffy's stick figure up, or at least holding it's hand out to it. ] There.

[langsyne]

[Leeeeeaning over Peter's shoulder, mostly because the fact that this boy is calmly drawing things in the sand instead of angrily shouting at the sky or panicking like a chicken with its head cut off it more than enough to pique Scott's interest.

That, and he just wants to see what Peter's drawing.]

Not bad. Major in civil engineering?

[promisebreaker]

[Peter looks up at Scott.]

Oh. No. I just like building things. I figured, I might as well get started on the shelter thing and get an idea of what we need.

[langsyne]

[Scott knows that feeling, the liking building things feeling. He does plenty of that in his spare time. Or, well, used to before all of--this. (He's still not sure what all of this is.) But that can happen later. Right now Scott's crouching down to Peter's level, in order to get a better glace at the rough plan in the sand.]

Sounds reasonable. What types of materials are you looking at? Obviously there's plenty of wood here, but we'll need something to hold the construct together.

[promisebreaker]

[ It's okay, Scott. Peter doesn't know what all of this is either. He's just trying to roll with the punches.

He glances over at Scott, then at their surroundings.]

I figure palm trees, leaves and maybe some driftwood are probably the most available. We might be able to find an existing copse of trees that would help form the corners of the shelter. Maybe some vines. [His wrists literally itch because he's avoiding saying webbing. There's a limited supply of it and he doesn't know when he's going to be able to restock his supply. It ought to be used for emergency, not building materials.]

[langsyne]

Vines might work.

[Straightening back up, Scott takes a moment to survey their surroundings, squinting against the sunlight as he slowly swivels his head from right to left.]

Do palm trees produce sap? Or something sticky we turn turn into pseudo-glue?

[Unfortunately, he's a mechanical engineer, not a biochemical one. Living things are totally out of his element.]

[promisebreaker]

[ Peter thinks about that a moment. ]

I don't think so? We might be able to find some trees here that do produce sap 'cause that's a good idea.