[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?

[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. ]

[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?