catch-all open log!

[rebells]

Who: Anyone and everyone!
Where: On the beach, and various other places throughout the hub island
When: Day 80, and the next couple days after
Open/Closed: open log for hub shenanigans!

[This evening, someone has placed an old, rusted-over camp stove on the beach near the coven's row of huts--anyone examining it in detail will see that it's not operational at the moment, but that could potentially be changed, couldn't it? If someone was handy with mechanical things . . . .

Next to it is a crate (which, from the weight of it is empty) and pinned to that crate is a sheet of paper with a map on it, something like a much cruder, black-and-white version of this:



with the following key:

1 - crags. Contain snakes which may be poisonous. Watch out.
2 - ocean, going about one mile out from the coast.
3 - lagoon. Contains thick reeds (could be woven or shaped into tools) and frogs (edibility uncertain).
4 - abandoned campsite.
5 - orchard. Currently, trees are diseased and bare. Plant healer needed.
6 - abandoned house. A family used to live here, from the looks of it. Still contains some useful supplies.

And there should be a 7 north of base camp with the notation "graveyard. Graves unused." but the player forgot and is too lazy to go back and fix it right now. Observant individuals will note that the map looks like a more detailed version of one hanging on the door to a certain coven member's cabin, one that has a note on the bottom: "Have information? Ask for Jay."

Other than that, it's a quiet night on the hub island. We've been here for a couple days; maybe you're getting restless? Want to check out that ocean, or lagoon, or even those crags? Maybe just go door-to-door in the beach huts? Maybe you're sick of shrimp and looking for other things to eat . . . hopefully someone's got a fire going tonight, and thought to kill a boar . . . .

What are you doing tonight?]


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Comments

[mech_and_mutt]

"Nah, that was just a beginner's mix-up. I didn't even know I HAD that kinda trick back then, let alone that I could control it. Still can spread it around a little, though; I'm surprised nobody tries to drag me along for a morning jog."

"Kinda wish I got a better luck of the draw, though. Some of the people who came in same time as me could do stuff like create explosions!"

[lefthandfree]

“...do you want people to take you along for a morning jog?” Because. He could ask. If Red really wants it that badly.

“Explosions aren’t everything though. Not like you can’t do that with other things anyway, right? Like bombs and stuff.”

[mech_and_mutt]

"Probably not. Just because I don't get tired doesn't mean I like wakin' up early."

And speaking of waking up early...

"Yeah, and I could have limitless energy with a few cups of coffee."

[lefthandfree]

Ah, yes. Coffee. The gloriously bitter nectar of high caffeine dosage. Though a lot of modern takes of it left much to be desired (at least back where James comes from), he definitely knows better than to take for granted one of unsung heroes of Earth’s second world war. Sure, it tasted like shit compared to the fluffed up gourmet editions he often saw advertisements trumpeting around cities, but it did the job and it did it well.

“Y’know, I feel like everyone can appreciate a good cup o’ joe. As long as it ain’t gonna mess with your nerves or anything anyway.”

Impulsively, he has to ask, “How do you like yours?” Because he hasn’t had any since getting here and bonding over something familiar that he knows better feels more gratifying right now instead of moving on to help this guy figure out what the hell fishing means.

1/2

[mech_and_mutt]

"Oh, that's easy. Black, strong, dark and hot."

2/2

[mech_and_mutt]

"...But, uh, if you ever actually bring me any, just throw in a buncha milk and sugar. To be polite."

"Or maybe one'a those kinda icy ones with the caramel and butterscotch in 'em? Those are good too."

[lefthandfree]

Wait. What? “So you prefer it black, but. Want it sweet anyway? Doesn’t that affect how much you’d enjoy it? Or?” He presses his hand into his hair, confused. “Those icy ones are way sweeter than the normal stuff too. But. I mean, I guess if that’s how you like it...”

Though for that matter— “Actually, y’know what? A coffee slush would be pretty damn good right about now.” Not too hot, not too mild. And coffee is a good way to keep body going.

Which Bucky might need help with seeing as they haven’t actually gotten that far in discussion about fishing. Not that he minds talking about it instead of doing it, but doing it also means they can talk while possibly catching fish. Or so the logic goes.