[action - semi backdated to midday]

[sublimating]

[at midday Bruce finds himself hovering at the edge of the sand near where the sand begins to give way to grass and trees, milling about and rubbing his hands, occasionally ducking down to survey the plants that are visible from the tree line. the heat is oppressive, but he's unfazed by it, having spent times in hotter climates. it's already been a trying day, and the last thing he wants to do now is dwell on the things he can't change about their situation]

[he promised Sif that he would forage for food, edible fruits and vegetables and berries; and Sif promised him volunteers. so he's waiting to mentor whoever shows up -- and/or who he stumbles across in the jungle while hunting over the next few hours]

Comments

[cleanedslate]

[ uh ] Yeah, I had. A few more than one, actually.

Like, forty-six more than one.

[sublimating]

--Forty-seven? [oh] You know what? I think you probably made a good call. It would be kind of awkward if you started getting into triple digits anyway.

[cleanedslate]

They made one hell of a fireworks display.

[ beat ] This thing where you don't remember anything that happened in the last seven months, or weren't there for it? It kind of sucks. [ lips curve up ]

Lesson learned, is the point. One suit was always more than enough. All I really needed was me.

And the right backup. [ curving higher still. might have some of that backup right here actually. ]

[sublimating]

[he laughs a little, light] Yeah, a good team at your back can do -- wonders for your confidence level. [he's familiar]

[cleanedslate]

You're welcome. [ graciously just taking all the credit ] We didn't do half bad for a time bomb, in the end.