The Field

Who: Aaron and Rowan
Where: Where the yarnballs live
When: Mid-morning
What: Gathering of things and information
Rating: Disney-esque

Rowan was gathering. Not food, unfortunately, because there wasn't much around, well, anywhere, but there were yarn balls aplenty, and they needed to be gathered because eventually someone was, literally, going to wear out the seat of their pants. And when that day came, she wanted to at least have thread for it. Thank God that Helena had shown her where they were before she went off and disappeared and didn't come back. But she had a leaf basket, and she hand her hands, and she was gathering yarn balls - as many as she could, though she was careful to leave two or three on each plant, so that they could propagate.

Aaron was still lost in a bit of a daze. He'd climbed the tree and found a spot to hang his hammock. The tree was thick with them, once he'd gotten up there. It was more than a little bit amazing. Once his sleeping bag was swinging securely and his pillow, jacket and hoodie were stuffed into the middle of it, he'd climbed back down to see if there was anyone else around here who could shed some additional light on their situation. He'd wandered further and further afield of the camp, talking to people who's names and places of origin went out of his head as fast as they told him.

Eventually though, he wandered right into a quiet clearing populated by one person and a sea of fluffy blue and yellow. It took his breath away, mostly because most colours registered as dull brown to Aaron Ackles. He'd been partially colourblind since birth and didn't see red or green. It was one of the reasons why, then living in civilization, he lived in Toronto where driving and traffic lights weren't such a big deal. In the midst of all of this colourful fluff was a lady with dark hair and a tank top which barely stretched over her protruding belly. "Um...Rowan?" Ok, so that name came back to him, maybe others would too.

( No Matter How Much You Wish You Were Somewhere Else )

Who: Jeannie and Open
Where: The Field
When: Morning of day 18
What: Weirdest. Hangover. Ever.
Warnings: None yet. Maybe language. Maybe puking, at some point.

( We did nothing, absolutely that nothing that day, what the hell am I doing drinking in LA? )

Who: Aaron and Bazzer
When: Dawn on Day 18
Where: The Field
What: A New Arrival
Rating: PG? Maybe?

( Disappointment And Dawn )

Who: Open to any and all in camp.
Where: Not smack in the middle of camp, but close enough to be noticeable.
When: Mid-afternoon.
What: Tempers flare. Yeah, we know the meteors were yesterday, but Payne and Clay fight every day.
Rating: TBD (It's already R because, um. Payne and Clay.)
Warnings: Language, violence, domestic abuse, tattooing.

( ''...you wish!'' )

Who: Jasper
Where: That bloody desert
When: Night and day and night again
Rated: PG, I guess

( And Other Songs )

There is something about the laughters tonight that raises the hairs. There seem to be more of them and their laughter seems...very different. We are entering into laugher mating season. The aggression level has escalated and the packs of laughers seem more interested in each other for once than each other. They fight brutally amongst themselves and the winners take the spoils of the female pack members.

In the morning the woods are liberally spattered with the blood of laughers. There are claw gouges and bite marks on the trees and the underbrush has been shreaded. Anything left on the ground from the previous day has been shredded. The decreased population of the pesks even seem subdued today, unnerved by what is going on in the woods.

Food, as always is still a concern and a few enterprising individuals might stumble across a hunk of laugher left behind. That, aside from the melon, is all that seems to be available to eat. On the island, there is even less that is familiar as food.

The last concern is the weather. At night while the laughers rage, the temperature drops as low as 10C (50F) in the forest and possibly as low as 8C (46F) at the island. There is little wind, which is a mercy. The day, though cloudless and sunny, is also cooler than normal. The temperature never rises above 16C (60F). It's a chilly day. Is it a fluke? Or are there much cooler days ahead?