Retreat gave me a few ideas to run a survival camp for anybody interested. Weekend or two a month, teach you what to do if you're stuck out in the woods or rough terrain. How to hunt, fish, build shelter, survive without your goddamn phones for ten minutes, that sorta thing. Already been told I can't just throw you in the woods and wish you luck
Get enough interest and I could use a hand or two to help set it up. You gotta be experienced, though. None of this sat-in-a-cushy-house-all-your-damn-life, you're the people that I wanna shove in front of a few dinosaurs oughta benefit from the class instead.
Now I remember why I hate elevators. I don't know what possessed me to go up to the entertainment center today, but then I got stuck in the damn thing. And I don't understand why it took so fucking long to get us out.
Then I see that a lot of people have been sent back? The fuck's with that? How can we make sure we don't go away
Two months. I've been here two months, and I still don't know what the hell I'm doing here. Sure, I've got classes and stuff, but it feels like I'm going soft. There's no purpose to what I'm doing here and I hate it.
[Logan] Any chance I can throw some knives around tonight? Or tomorrow?
[Peter Harkiss] Think you can spare some time soon for me?
Oh my god I don't know where I am. I'm in New York and there are people with guns and I don't know how I got here and I don't know where I am.
What should I do? I should call the police That's what people do when they're kidnapped, call the police But the police here have guns and they point them at me
So I finally got a job at the Anytime Fitness near the Tower. About damn time someone hired me. It's cool, too, because I spend most of my time there anyway.
[Glimmer]
So hey, if you want to stop by and spar while I'm there, that'd be cool.
[Clove]
What's up with you? Haven't seen you in the room much.
Moving hurts. Moving hurts a lot. What is here? What is not? One minute near death. The next in a weird place.
They said this wasn't the Capital, it's not right? Why am I here? I don't remember much from my conversation with whoever doctored me. Said I should go explore the Network and introduce myself... and I'm still freaking seeing things, so I don't know if anything is typing out correctly....
Fuck it. Head fucking hurts. Summers, we gotta tal Drinking starts now. Got booze to share - spreading the cheer. I'll be on lucky #13 if anybody wants to join, just don't get fucking chatty and we'll be fine.
[OOC: As an OOC note, this is for the Dec 23rd prompt! Added bonus of Logan being soft-canon bumped this morning.]
Who: Cato and Clove What: A reunion in which we learn that these two aren't allowed to have nice things. Where: 109 Pott's Tower When: Backdated to 26 November Rating: PG for language Status: Logged, Complete
Who is this genius who decided to write a series of novels about the exciting adventures of Tris Prior? Tris gets a haircut. Tris makes dinner. Tris eats cake. Tris gets tattoos. Was the intention death-by-boredom?