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Jul. 15th, 2009

[info]winged_bazzer

While everyone's lost, the battle is won

Who: Bazzer & Nefertiti
When: Day 28, late-morning
Where: Bazzer's tannery
What: dogs invade the tannery! Violence ensues!

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier )

Jul. 14th, 2009

[info]wanderingaaron

More Responsibility

Aaron's heard was still pounding as he returned the to camp from his clam dig down the beach. He'd heard the commotion, all the dogs barking as well as people shouting. Wiping his hands on his jeans he rushed forward into camp, seeing that whatever had attacked them had moved on. Wide eyed, he took in the destruction and the confused or angry expressions on the people milling around. Rushing over to the cart to check on his belonging he gasped as one furry body lay sprawled in the mud. "Mamma!" he said breathlessly as he dropped down on to his knees. Gently he turned her toward him but there was no mistaking it. Those incredibly jewel bright green eyes were flat, vacant. Her head flopped bonelessly and Aaron eased her carefully back to the ground. "Poor thing," he said. Clearly the ill-tempered cat had taken on one of the dogs to protect her babies.

With his heart in his mouth, Aaron reached for the basket where the ten day old kittens had lived their short lives. Pulling it ward himself his shoulders slumped in relief when the sides of the grass-woven basket wiggled. He reached into the silky fuzzy mass and withdrew the four kittens one at a time. They blinked their massive eyes against the brighter light and mewled and were generally oblivious to the loss they had just suffered. "I'll look after you guys," he promised them. His eye took in a bit of movement and he spotted Lucy the pregnant goat. "Hopefully her milk will be good enough to get you guys through until you can hunt on your own." After a few more sympathetic strokes of their large sail-like ears he carefully tucked them back into the basket and tucked his hoodie in around them.

Aaron spent the morning burying Mamma cat and then giving his sleeping bag a good scrub. Maybe someday soon he'd actually get to sleep in it himself.

[info]lostchu

Surprise Intruders

Who: Helena and OPEN to anyone at camp during the attack of the dogs.
When: Mid-Morning
Where: Her lean-to
What: Sustaining an injury and giving one back
Rating: TBD

Helena had gotten up with the sun and dug a fresh batch of the clams even further down the beach than she normally did. She was starting to worry about depleating that resource as quickly as they had in the Forest. Needless to say, she never failed to find clams when she dug deep enough. She just worried about the day that she wouldn't. Today had been full of luck, though. She'd occupied herself cutting seaweed and laying in a pit of clams to steam. She'd waved the guys off when they had sailed across the lake in Bazzer's boat, paddling themselves with sticks for oars. She hoped they'd luck out in finding wood. The sooner they could see about the lumber for the meeting hall, the sooner it would be built and everyone would be safe.'

Once the chore of baking the clams for lunch was started there really wasn't much else to do but wait. No one could afford idle time these days so she set her bottle of water in the shade beside the lean-to and dragged out her basket of yarnballs and knitting needles. Inside, rolled up tightly, was the green and blue mottled poncho she was making for Rowan. It had started out as a sweater for Rook but once that fellow had taken off after Payne's tribe, she'd morphed it into something more practical in the here and now. Her dear friend was outgrowing her clothing and the poncho would keep her warm on cold and damp days.

So it was that she spent a few lovely hours in the early morning sun throwing stitches and building on her project. It was just about done, she decided, sure that it would reach about to the waist on Rowan, even if she got enormously pregnant. As she was folding up the project to switch to another for a while (a reddish pink bikini top for herself to make her feel a bit more comfortable) when she hear Coop holler from down the beach. Stuffing everything down into the basket, she stood up and brushed herself off. What was the girl saying? Something about dogs?

Where Did They Come From? )

[info]driveeveryroad

Defending The Homestead

Who: Coop and Jasper (and Tripper)
When: Mid-Morning
Where: Jasper's lean-to
What: The dogs attack the camp


Coop had been taking Tripper a little ways away from camp to find an acceptable place for him to relieve himself when she heard them. Rather, Tripper heard them and tensed up immediately. From the quivering uncertainty, Coop half expected to see laughers rushing the far shore but no, not at all. The shapes were far more familiar, sleek bodies and bunching muscle spurring on their speedy way. Half a dozen or more furred, barking bodies snapped at each other's heels as they cavorted down the beach toward the camp. "Oh...oh shit, Tripper." She nudged his shoulder to break him out of his anxious freeze. "C'mon buddy!" She gathered up her long skirt and knotted it up between her legs and around her thighs. The result was a set of ridiculous looking puffy bloomers but she didn't much care at the moment. It allowed her to run across the sand without getting caught up in her long dress. "Hey!" she called as she reached the camp. "Everyone, there's dogs on the island!" And what's more, they weren't too far behind her.

Jasper had been sitting on a nice rock that had another nice rock that she could rest her leg on. It wasn't far from the lean-to, and Jasper was just relieved to get the hell out of there that even a few steps away was a Really Big Deal. With capital letters. The kids had brought her some of the randomest things she could possibly imagine. There was a tab from a bread bag, some blades of very broad grass, a mussel shell, all sorts of stuff. While she had no idea what to do with the tab or shell, she'd been teaching Ash and Corbin how to use the grass to make quacking sounds. Ashwin enjoyed the attempts at making the soundmaker, but Corbin was too little to do it or something, and was having a grand time just listening to the sounds alone.

She looked up when Coop, she thought it was Coop but she wasn't really sure of the woman's name, came running and calling, and Jasper suddenly thought how nice it would be if there was, say, a horn or or a bell or something that everyone would be able to hear. But at the words 'dogs', Ashwin looked very deeply concerned. Taking that as a hint, Jasper did her odd scuttling-crawling thing that wouldn't damage her leg even more, herding the kids into the lean-to where there was at least a very small measure of protection, taking a wickedly sharp couple of sticks with her. She'd learned a good lesson about the uses of sticks when they saved her life before. Jasper knew better than to not have them now.

Where Did They Come From? )

[info]soph_bakes

This is harder than it looks

Who: Rowan and Sophie
What: Chattering and Being Creative
Where: The island village!
When: Late morning, but before the crazy dog things attack
Rating: PG, tops

Women's work? )

Jul. 10th, 2009

[info]thefieldmod

Day Twenty-Eight: Raided

The day is slightly overcast and a little cooler, the cloud cover and the temperature decrease to approximately 22C (72F) bringing relief for those who got a little too much sun the day before. The water is a comfortable temperature for bathing or fishing, and it seems as if it will be another idyllic day until late morning.

That is when a pack of eight wild dogs swim across the lake and invade camp. They are vicious, slat-thin creatures with their skin drawn tightly over their ribs, bearing a resemblance to ordinary dogs in some respects-- in the same way Aaron's feral cats resemble their tamer relatives-- except with larger paws with extra toes, pointed, furless ears like a boxer's and unusual colorations and patterns to their hides. The animals instantly wreak havoc, snarling at any human they happen to encounter, eating any food that has been left near the fire in pots or hung to dry, attempting to get at the pesks in their cages, snatching any loose items out of lean-tos that they can and then spreading out to invade Bazzer's tannery to play tug of war with any skins they might get hold of. Something will have to be done, because if left unchecked the animals could bite or maul the children or anyone without weapons to defend themselves.

When evening falls, there's a distant meteor shower; however, none of the rocks which caused so much trouble the last time lands anywhere near the island or the grassland immediately near it.

Mod Notes - Please Read )