The Field

Who: Kestrel and Alex
Where: Far Side of the Island
When: Early Afternoon
Rating: G

( Indroducing... )

Who: Alex & Jasper
When: Late evening, day 32
What: Alex owes Jasper an apology
Where: her lean-to
Rating: Pr0n for priests! (PG13 again)

( You and me baby ain’t nothin’ but mammals, So let’s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel  )

Who: Alex & Jasper
When: morning, Day 32
Where: Camp
What: awkwardness!
Rating: XXX for p0rn for priests.(PG)

( 'I... oh... ffffFFUUUUUUCK!' She shrieked )

Who: Alex, Kenneth, Helena, Bazzer, anyone else that would like to jump in with an opinion
When: Day 31, morning
What: Discussing what to do with Bazzer's tanned skins
Where: The center of "town" the campfire!

( Decisions, decisions )

Who: Alex & Marcus
Where: the bathing spring, then camp
When: Day 30, early morning
What: snark and philosophical debate about purgatory, free will and the Loch Ness monster

( The idea of 'God's plan' negates the concept of free will. )

Who: Alex & Jasper
What: evening in the camp, Alex goes to check on the healing Jasper
When: Day 29, evening

( Read more... )

Who: Alex & Angelica
When: evening of Day 29
What: The lumberjacks have returned, sweaty, tired and singing
Where: the campfire

( I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay. I sleep all night. I work all day. )

Who: Adnan and open to any of the lumber peeps!
When: most of the day
Where: forest across the lake, camp, points between
Rating: TBD

Adnan was grateful for the fair weather, even though the sun was beating down. At least it was better than horrible storms. He'd led the men who volunteered to go with him to the mast trees that he and Helena had spotted from their explorations. It was going to be a trek between there and camp, but it was what they had to do. The stone axes worked better than he could've hoped, but they were still small in comparison to what they were taking down, and things were slow-going. But with everyone willing to work hard, he knew they could accomplish what they had to.

Stopping for a moment to straighten out his spine and arm sweat off of his forehead, Adnan squinted at they sky and then around at the other toiling men. He scratched at the scruffy beard he was developing and stepped away to take a breather. There was no question they were all going to be unrecognizably tan by the time this was all over.

Who: Adnan and open to Alex, Kenneth, and Helena
When: midday
Where: near camp, by the water
Rating: tbd, likely G

Adnan had gathered the council together. It was a little nerve-wracking, being in front of all three of them at once. He'd never really done public speaking or presentations or anything, living the life he had, so it had taken a moment for him to gather his wits when it was time. But once he'd gotten started, it had gotten far easier. He felt like he knew what he was talking about, after all. Mostly, anyway.

( Okay, so ... )

Who: Alex and Adnan
When: Day 25, late morning
Where: around camp

Adnan had stayed a respectful distance away from the funeral. He'd been tempted to offer to play some music, but in the end had refrained. He hadn't even met the deceased gentleman, and didn't want to overstep any bounds for those who actually knew him. It was tragic that a man was dead, but Adnan had seen enough in his life that it didn't throw him into somber introspection. He was there often enough as it was. He'd kept the fire going and waited until it seemed like people had dispersed and settled down enough. Then he'd waited a bit longer.

After it felt like enough time had passed, he got up and walked over to where the priest had gone. It was his intention to introduce himself to all three members of the council, and speak with them about his plans. He'd already talked to Helena, and this man was next. He cleared his throat faintly as he approached and offered a hand. "Hello," he said, his tone quietly respectful. He hadn't known many true priests in his time, and he wanted to get the measure of the man.

Alex had been sitting alone away from everyone else, rosary in hand and knees up by his chin. He wasn't praying though, not quite. He was thinking mostly. Thinky thoughts. The heavy kind that were dangerous. The kind he specialized in. Sighing, he turned towards the man who had spoken. He was new and Alex hadn't met him formally. "Hello," he replied, his voice hoarse. Alex's eyes were also red rimmed. He looked like crap, but he was long past caring. After a moment, he uncurled enough to reach up and take his hand in a brief shake. "Something I can do for you?" he asked, trying to keep his voice level and his tone reasonable. He wasn't sure how much he could do for anyone right now.

( Future plans. )

Who: Alex & OPEN
When: Day 25, morning
What: Graveside funeral for Quinn
Where: at the newly created cemetery

( Requiéscat in pace )

Who: Helena and Alex
Where: Down by the camp's beach
When: Not too long after first light
What: It's The Talk from the priest.
Rating: It's awkward but it's still family-safe

( I Don't Think We've Gotten As Close As You Thing )

Who: Alex & Rook
Where: Campfire
When: Day 24, evening
What: Rook has a book...

( One man's trash is another man's treasure. )

Who: Alex and Quinn
What: Lunch for the faithful and unfaithful alike doesn't end so well.
Where: At Alex's new church
When: An hour or two after noon.
Rating: G

( Due To Sudden Illness )

Who: Jasper, the npc babies, Kenneth, and then open to everyone!
Where: The lake
What: Badness
Rating: Oh, let's say somewhere between PG and R for profanity

Jasper had made a severe error. One she hadn't made in, oh, years and she was definitely regretting it now because this could very possibly cost three people their lives - her's included. But she wasn't used to being weighed down by two children and a bunch of things left at the prime camp; she was used to running for herself, with the things she was used to running with. But right now she was going much slower than she'd thought she'd been, there was a large tract of land that didn't have any trees, just open field, and on the other end of said tract of land was the lake. It was also sunset. Jasper could hear the laughers in the distance, but she knew how fast those could run and if she made it to the lake it would be by the skin of her teeth, and there were still the shallows that the laughers would undoubtedly be able to get through before it became too deep for them.

( Laughers Are Not Friendly )

Who: Alex & open
Where: camp
When: Day 22
Status: incomplete

( By a Carpenter mankind was made, and only by that Carpenter can mankind be remade. )

It was closer to dusk than Kenneth liked when the shore of the lake came into view, but the sight and burgeoning darkness sped the feet of the travelers as their destination appeared. So far there was no sound of laughers behind them, which Kenneth was thankful for.

At the beach, it was organized chaos, but the planning that had been done en route was invaluable as they got the heavier things out of the carts. Kenneth was pleased to see they did in fact float, better even than he'd thought. In groups of two and three people, one stronger swimmer to one or two weaker, they held onto the makeshift rafts and made their way slowly across the fifty or so yards that separated them from the mainland.

Kenneth watched nervously, but some of that disappeared as he made out the form of Helena on the opposite shore. She was alive.

By the time the last raft made it across, which left only the heavier clay pots full of resin, collected food, medicine and Bazzer's skins, the laughers were hot on their trail. On Kenneth's orders, the pots were moved into the shallows and he stood guard over them as their strongest swimmers made a second trip across, this time manhandling the heavy clay pots in groups of two, with longer lengths of braided grass they had thanks to Rowan, tied around them to form a sort of sling like carrier. They took the medicines first, then the resin and skins. Food was easier to replace.

Sooner than he wanted, Kenneth saw the glowing eyes of the laughers. He took one shot then grabbed one of the remaining pots and dove into the water with the laughters splashing in the shallows along the bank. He was surprised to see Aaron, Alex and Thorne make a final dash for the remaining pots and swore softly as he saw the laughers lunge forward.

In a blink, he realized that the four of them had gotten away. They'd sacrificed some of the food they'd gathered, but Kenneth would take that. Given the other possibilities? He'd totally take that.

Who: Kenneth and anyone/everyone leaving on the 20th
When: Mid morning
Where: Heading east
What: Taking a break


There was no way to keep up the grueling pace all day, at least not for most. Kenneth made sure to call plenty of halts, at least as many as he possibly could, but they still weren't making the speed they'd need to get to the safe camp. Fortunately, he'd sort of planned on that, his worst case scenario. If they didn't make it, he'd circle the carts, build a fire and people would just have to stay awake. The Laughers were smart, he hoped if he took down enough of them, they'd just back off. Did Laughers have a concept for unacceptable losses?

Kenneth didn't know, but he did know that would burn through his ammunition, something he'd already decided was worth it to protect those coming with him. He looked around and squinted up at the sun. Sacrificing a blanket, he tore strips of it with his knife then handed them to the closest person. "Soak these with some water and get people to put them on the back of their necks and heads. It might help."

who: Arlo and very very open
what: heeeee's baaaack!
where: Outskirts of camp
when: Dusk - an hour or so before the Laughers come out?
warnings: Let's say R. Blood and swearing will be involved :)

( Guess who just got back today? That wild eyed boy who'd been away. )

Who: OPEN to anyone in camp!
When: Day 15, afternoon through sundown
Where: in camp
What: Dressing, cooking and eating of eleboar piglet. Also, there's a live eleboar piglet that needs to be confined in a cage or something. :D
Rating: TBD
Notes: Here's a shot at a group thread. Please feel free to comment, pick a threading buddy or two, and make sub-threads conversations with whomever you please! Thanks everybody!

( Let's eat! )