[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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[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.

[langsyne]

What kinds are those? [Scott's already scanning the perimeter.] All I know are palm trees and 'other.'

[promisebreaker]

Uhm...trees aren't really something that I've--I've studied. Maple, for sure. Certain kinds of pine? Uh...beyond that...I don't know? We'd just have to look around.