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[So you're in the studio and the camera crew has instructed your characters to break into your teams to discuss 1) the client's personal fashion comfort zone and preferences, and 2) how to give them the Stylecation makeover they obviously need, while 3) working in the episode theme of "animal".]

[Or that's what you're supposed to be talking about, to obey the host.]

[Please don't mind the cameras focused on you at all times, even following you to the snack table to grab coffee and danishes and donuts. But feel free to crash one of the other team mingles!]

sublimating

[Bruce has skipped his jog in the morning to sleep in a little; there's no point in going on a long run to work himself up and wear himself out when the whole day is basically a long expanse of serene idling and keeping active. he's always tired when he goes to bed, which is the goal.]

[and he wakes up with a start at what sounds like a cannon going off, and then another, and there's sounds of alarm all around him; and his heartrate shoots up, so fast and so hard that he thinks he might lose it, and he thinks: use it, don't get used by it.]

[which is why a giant green manlike figure comes bursting out of what used to be one of the shelters, tearing it apart; the Hulk roars, earth-shaking though the earth is already shaking, arms wide and in a ready stance for whatever may come at him. and then pauses.]

[there's nothing to fight but a volcano.]

cleanedslate

[ not too much later in the day, on a less populated section of the beach, Tony and Bruce are on a mission.

the mission is science, of course. and their weapons, at the moment, are a large expanse of beach that is currently serving as a makeshift whiteboard.

scrawled across it are a series of equations, all of them deceptively brief (read: condensed), but also filled with cryptic symbols that won't be familiar to anyone who hasn't gotten deep into physics. a healthy heaping of biochemistry will also help you to parse their work, which at the moment seems to be very focused on energy conversion and heat especially.

come stare! or step all over their hard work! you jerk :(

feel free to tag either of them but expect some thread jacking! after all, they are both standing right there ♥ ]

everwalking

Video
[morning of day three. there are clouds out and Allen loves them. he's pretty much given up on shirts and is just grimly bearing with his bright pink sunburn. the video shows him, and what he's working in his hands -- one dark red and exoskeletal -- is some thick grass, weaving several strands together to make a rope. he has a pretty decent amount of it. he's been working on it since the first day]

I feel really strongly that we should make a net so that we can catch more fish. [so that he can starve less. paaaause] But it's taking longer than I'd like. I don't suppose anyone else has any rope to contribute... [he trails off, staring at the water. it looks so cool and blue and inviting. and full of fish]

...You know, never mind. [shoving himself up and steeling his pink-and-red shoulders] Does anyone know how to hand-fish?

Mingle
[It's time for playing in the water!! Whether you're fishing, swimming, sunbathing on the sand, or just goofing off, let's get our beach on!]

[Feel free to respond to Allen's video post here, to make your own comment threads for mingling, or both!]

onehotpepper

[it's a minute or two into the rainstorm, and Pepper is standing in the rain with her face to the clouds. she left her suit jacket somewhere safe, somewhere she can go to if the lightning gets too bad. until it does, though, she's happy here, where the rain cools the air and the wind feels almost cold against her damp skin and clothes. it's a comfort that the water isn't sizzling off her when it touches her skin, like she thinks it might if she were upset or losing control.]

[this is probably the happiest she's felt since Christmas, and definitely the happiest since this mess of waking up in strange places started.]

emends

[ 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. ]

cocooned

[ . . . This is not where she last was. Although she's having trouble remembering what she was last doing (it's a blank slate). So when she comes to somewhere down the beach a ways, she's disorientated enough all ready. Not to mention waking up with a strange note and in a place like this! She was at the academy, wasn't she? Walking farther and farther into the depths of the jungle, she fiddles with her communicator.

This is a phone, isn't it? Or something like it, she thinks. So even if she doesn't know how to. When it flickers on, she's got a long, metal, staff like rod in one hand, hanging, for the moment, casually at her side. Otherwise her brows knit in concern as she stares into the feed.]

This is on, right?

[She clears her throat.]

Headmaster? Zero...?

[Although she doesn't know if she should expect to hear them. If she's been captured somehow, then she doesn't expect them to be around. Which is-- a troubling thought, too. Even if she'll deny it to Zero, she can't help but to feel anxious when on her own. And now she's lost and can't remember anything, try as hard as she might. The grip on her weapon tightens lightly.]

Um... excuse me! Can anyone else see or hear this? _{Can anyone here understand Japanese?} [ . . . This certainly isn't anywhere near to home, after all. M-Maybe she needs to try another language. Her English is abysmal though, and she doesn't know any other languages.]

H...elp.

[Er... 'Help' is the right word, isn't it? But she's not sure how to communicate anything past saying hello and her name. Or if anyone where speaks English to begin with. Instead she falls back on what she knows.]

I've been kidnapped and given a strange note. I need the authorities... or a...ranger? I don't know where I'm at, but it's no where near home. If anyone at all can please help, let me know.

[A pause, before her face darkens.]

And if this is only connected to the people responsible... you have a lot of explaining to do! Kidnapping high school girls is the worst! Believe me, you've made a BIG mistake!

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.

neverforgets

[ On one section of the beach, about twenty feet from where the sand gives way to jungle, someone has planted a giant mallet head into the sand. A bright, red scarf is tied to the handle. The handle sticks straight up--

And up--

And up--

And up into the sky. If you're good at estimating height, you might guess it's two hundred feet up above the ground. And at the very top, you can see the shape of a person up there. ]

Location: Beach

ijustlovethat

[there was an arena like this once. ten, eleven years ago? there were horrible sand-dwelling snake muttations on an isolated chunk of beach, and the tides grew worse and worse with every passing day. naturally, the victor had been from District Four, and Effie's tributes -- she couldn't help but think of them as hers, even though it made it difficult to watch them die -- hadn't made it past the first five hours.

[so when she wakes up atop one of these rocky guys right here, she thinks, for a minute, that she has been transported to that old arena and left there by some cruel tour guide.

[she is ignoring the instructions on her communicator right now because there is a much more pressing problem to be dealt with: getting off this rock and onto the beach proper without ruining her pretty dress and shoes and hair and-- well, you get the idea.

[if you're around, you see her taking little steps to the edge, peering down at the water, trying to judge the distance between herself and the shore. (hint: she would not make that jump if she had a running start and good, sturdy flats.) very soon, she goes from frustrated to upset, pouting, batting her butterfly eyelashes as if she's about to unleash a rain of glittery tears.]

Oh, this won't do! Is there anyone who can help? [very quietly] I can't swim.

Location: The Beach

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Entries tagged with tony stark

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[action - tropical island day 2, during the afternoon storm]

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[action] Top of the world, looking down on creation...

[action] A decade's worth of Games ago

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