[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]

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[onehotpepper]

[and here is his first student. trudging through the sand demands a bit more effort than usual, which suits Pepper just fine, giving her a way to let out some residual frustration without fear of setting off an explosion, or even just the faint glow of Extremis in her veins. in retrospect, volunteering to use her untamed abilities wasn't her smartest moment, but it ended up all right in the end. give things a few hours, she and Tony will patch things up and get back to whatever normal means here and now.]

[it's a relief to see Bruce, because not only does she have a task now, she's going to be performing it alongside someone who exudes calm]

Reporting for duty. [lighthearted even though she doesn't look half as cheerful as she sounds]

[antiapocalypse]

[ not one of the volunteers, but she notices him hovering, and grins.

Buffy is officially better now at constructing axes! it took her a couple of tries, but she's got one that actually feels pretty sturdy now, like it won't come apart on the first whack, and she's thinking of starting on a second. more axes = better, right?

but she's probably due a, like, ten minute break. plus, maybe he needs the ax. should've paid more attention to what teams everyone was on...

but just in case she brings the good one with her, hefted on her shoulder. ]

If you're gonna make a break for it, I think into the jungle might be the wrong direction.

[cleanedslate]

[ wandering the perimeter of the beach, for his part. there's lumber, or the start of lumber -- definitely trees, at least -- but they need more than that. he's keeping limber, drawing the settlement in his head, and he almost walks past Bruce without noticing him, before swinging back ]

Where's the rest of the Junior Woodchucks?

[ he said, as if he weren't kind of glad for the moment that Pepper's not there yet. she could probably use a little more space than this. ]

[slim]

[scott's on his way back up the beach from where he'd been checking out the tide pools. he's carrying his boots in one hand while the other carefully holds a round shell which contains one small hermit crab.]

[he picked it off a rock and now he's not sure if it's good eating or what. he hopes it isn't.]

[glancing up from the crab, scott's attention is caught by the man standing before the vast jungle behind him. it's a strange place to be and it'd almost seem suspicious if they weren't all stuck on an island. with his interest piqued and remembering his word to sif that he'd keep an eye out, scott makes his way over.]

... Hi.