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Ray Palmer is the (_atom) wrote in paradisolog,

Immediately, Ray had felt an intellectual connection with one Dr. Jemma Simmons. They were like-minded in that they both intended to be intentional and selective with the choices they made for with whom they were going to reproduce when the time to do so came. She wanted to do a molecular study to see what, if any, alterations had been made to their surroundings by the gods to benefit their project and Ray wouldn't have thought of that, but since she'd mentioned it, he couldn't help thinking it was a really good idea and he hadn't even thought twice about offering his assistance, wanting to participate. Of course, they'd need the tools to do so, but Ray was confident that this island wouldn't be primitive forever. Eventually, the gods would have to offer them something more modern to work with if they wanted the community to expand outside of the primitive culture and, really, the only way to survive over the course of centuries rather than simply decades was to grow. They couldn't grow if they were never changing.

In any case, Ray found that he enjoyed talking to Jemma and when she invited him to share some tea she'd found, he was more than happy to accept that invitation. Beyond that, she wasn't in camp and hadn't found it yet, so Ray took note of the direction he was moving, notching into trees with a sharp stone he'd found every so often so that he wouldn't lose his bearings without a compass. Following the sun was possible, he knew that, but it wasn't ideal because he wasn't necessarily that good at it, given the sun moved through the sky throughout the day. He'd have to keep the sun at his back in the afternoon, he knew, if he was heading back to camp, but Ray thought it was just...better to have a backup plan in case his sense of direction completely failed him. There was probably little worse than to expect someone to lead you to camp only to find that they'd gotten themselves lost and Ray had mentally added Jemma to his list of prospective reproductive partners; he had a feeling that would be a good way to get himself blacklisted from hers.

Hearing the sound of her voice, Ray smiled and moved a little faster. "Yeah, it's me, sorry. I'm coming, hold on," he called back, because he still wasn't right there, but it was good to get a more specific location via the sound of her voice. The smoke led him generally; her voice led him directly. A moment later, he appeared from out of the brush with a great big smile. "Sorry I'm late," he said, "I didn't miss tea time, did I?"