randomizing | Entries tagged with scott summers

[ It’s only a few hours after sunrise when Lucina fetches up her communicator. She’s a seasoned hand at going without long stretches of sleep and has already made herself useful. There’s a steady, crackling fire going on the beach and above it, a fair amount of speared fish roasting calmly. (They’re dead. That’s why they’re calm.) There’s also a small selection of forest fruit – calabaza, naseberries and soursop – resting on her strewn cape, less than a foot away from the fire pit.

She’s noticeably sunburnt. Her boots are off and her trousers are rolled up to her knees, leaving her with bright red patches on her lower legs to match the one on her nose. She also doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the affliction, her tone even and her face halfway to a smile. ]

I have managed to get some food for us. Should anyone wish to break their fast, there is a serviceable selection at the beach. Come quick, for I’m afraid it will be first come, first serve.

[ The communicator feed clicks off, and then clicks back on. ]

And, um – good morning, friends.

[ She smiles! ~~Inigo would be so proud of her.~~ The call closes once again. You can call her back, either to yell at her for waking you up or yell at her for not grabbing the fruit you like, or just come down and eat. Threadjacking and mingling are encouraged. ]

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]

spellitbackwards

[Settlement? Psshaw. That was easy as pie. Zat didn't even think it was going to be much of a challenge. Unless, of course, this place decided that his magic is unworkable.]

Dliub Esuoh! [Nope.]

Dliub a Kcahs! [Nuh-uh.]

Tnet Raeppa! [Oh look, that one manages to work-- albeit it's a small tent, and only manages to fit one person.]

Oh hardy har har. This joke is getting stale really fast.

actlikealady

[the communicator flickers onto Sif's face, which settles into satisfied lines. she figured it out, this enchanted metal device, so now she can go back to what she was doing -- which is wrapping her free arm around a tree and casually hauling it out of the ground]

If we are to follow the whims of our captors -- which I'm of two minds on, myself -- we should at least begin by figuring out who is best-suited for what. [briskly]

So go on. [she drops the tree, also casually, and then goes to tear out another. she's not sure how much wood they'll need] I require knowledge of how many are here, and what skills you possess. We will want someone with knowledge of plants to forage, and someone with skill at fishing. We will need a source of fresh water, and likely vessels fashioned to carry and hold our supplies in. Those with strength or skill at construction who can put together the shelters, and those who might construct defenses around the constructs.

And those of you who are more accustomed to living in human cities, well... [a beat. trying to think of something charitable] We will probably need someone to -- gather sticks, and the like.

everwalking

[it's getting late, and Allen is scoping out places to -- well, to sleep. it's funny because he was asleep for hours earlier... what felt like today, but he's still exhausted. maybe it's the stress. maybe it's the anxiety]

[unfortunately, this building was clearly not made for sleeping. for one thing, it has no beds, no mattresses of any kind, no pillows, no blankets, nada. there's a sofa in the room with the food, but Allen would feel guilty about using it when there's ladies around who might need it! and then there's the fact that he can't turn any lights off when there are more than a dozen other people here who aren't headed to "bed" just yet]

[but fortunately, Allen can sleep just about anywhere. so Allen found a supply closet, and propped himself up against the wall, knees up to his chest, and dozed off]

[but, back to unfortunately, the door wasn't exactly meant so that people inside could keep others from getting in. so he might end up with accidental visitors looking for the bathroom or a way out or a place to sleep of their own]

cleanedslate

[ ~~who has two thumbs and needs way more icons? ME~~ ]

[ a brief flicker, and then you lucky people get a close up of Tony's face. then he blinks, and twists the communicator around, turning the view on an interior of the waiting room. there's a partially-completed application visible on his lap for half a second, but you might notice that two of the ten "previous experience" entries read "world-saving" and "being me" ]

Well, would you look at that.

[ then the screen goes dark, but his voice keeps going ]

Cute. Very cute. But I'll have to admit, I was expecting a little more from Team Roofie.

Like maybe better security.

[ yeah, he'll have this little gizmo cracked in no time. but he's in a muuuch better mood now that he's got something to play with. ]

randomly_modding

[Everyone will wake up suddenly, as if having drifted off -- while sitting upright in an uncomfortable office chair. In one hand they're holding the communicator, and in their lap is propped a clipboard with a job application (standard, looking something like this; it requests up to ten years of job history, ) and a pen. The waiting room is also fairly standard, except for being empty.]

[The communicator's lock screen reads, Complete the job application. Time limit, twenty-four hours.]

[There are magazines, fake plants, and computers. There's a staff lounge with food -- tupperware that might have belonged to some of these nonexistent workers, popcorn and cocoa packets, vending machines -- and restrooms. There are exits, but characters will be unable to use them... or make their own, or escape in any way.]

[So the characters are stuck here, until tomorrow morning. Set up a comment telling everyone what your character is doing, and thinking, whether they're obeying the task or not, at any time during the day. Then tag other people! Be sure to check back later in the week, when people are encouraged make threads for the evening as well as the day! Characters that have been claimed are also welcome at this point to join the community, and will be able to make their own posts, which can be tagged by anyone taking part in the event.]

Randomizing: An RP

Entries tagged with scott summers

action/video → open, all things encouraged, come eat

[action - semi backdated to midday]

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