The Field

Who: Arlo and Alex
Where: In a clearing, not too far from camp
When: Week 1, Day 5, early afternoon
What: A little meet n' greet.
Rated: As with all Arlo posts, expect language.

( I'd appreciate it if you don't take the Lord's name in vain, )

Who: Thorne and Clay
Where: up in a climber tree, roughly a quarter mile from camp
When: Week 1, Day 5, night time
What: observing the local fauna
Rated: TBD--plan on PG for language if nothing else

Clay settled himself between two big branches as twilight turned to full dark. His pockets were full of stones again, and he'd gathered a few larger rocks too, and stashed them nearby in a hollow formed by the intersection of three vine-like trunks. He'd chosen a tree well away from the main one people were using as a place to sleep. Clay intended to get a good look at the Laughers everyone had been talking about. And 'good look' by definition meant seeing the creatures in action. How fast were they? How aggressive? He didn't plan on getting too close, but he wasn't going to just sit up in the high branches and gawk, either. He'd be moving around, probably, swinging from branch to branch like fuckin' Tarzan; he didn't need to be tripping over people.

Plus people trying to sleep would get tired of that shit real fast, probably. Clay didn't need the hassle.

Now there were some kind of weird cackling sounds starting up out there in the dark, far off but getting closer every second. As Clay waited he caught sight of another guy, swinging himself up into the tree.

"Ain't gonna be getting much sleep, you stick around here," he warned, his voice casual. Didn't make any difference to him if the dude wanted to hang out and watch the Laughers too. Just don't come pissing and moaning if Clay disturbed his beauty rest.

Who: Payne and Clay
Where: another climber tree not far from the camp
When: Week 1, Day 5, late afternoon
What: the casting of stones
Rated: PG for a few drug references and foul language

( ''What's up? Not much. On another planet. Bored.'' )

Who: Thorne and Rowan
Where: The stream
When: Just prior to the meeting.
What: Meeting and finding more edibles
Rating: G

( Purple mirkweed tubers, sound tasty no? )

Who: EVERYONE (posting is mandatory)
Where: The base of the climber tree, gathered around the fire after a yummy dinner of tubers, berries and citrusmoss.
When: Late afternoon as the sun is starting to set behind the trees.
What: A State of the Union address.
Rating: G

( Closing The Day )

Who: Alex and Angelica
Where: The tree
When: Week 1, Day 5, evening/night
What: Cursing at a priest....and arguing, not exactly good for your immortal soul.
Rated: PG-13

( Fucking priests....no priests don't fuck....no wait, that's not....never mind. )

Who: Ryan and Bazzer
Where: not far from the tree
When: Week 1, Day 5, late afternoon
What: blind guys gotta stick together
Rated: PG

( are you stoned? )

Who: Annie & Bazzer
Where: the field edge and in the wooded area
What: meetings, explaingins and berry picking
When: Day 5, morning

( Is there a resort nearby? )

Who: Alex and Clay
Where: at the edge of the field
When: Week 1, Day 5, afternoon
What: Clay interrupts a private moment
Rated: PG for a wee bit of swearing

( 'If it's too loud, you're too old.' )

Who: Cross and Rowan
Where: near camp
When: Week 1, Day 5, midday
What: a conversation of sorts
Rated: PG

Cross had been gathering different lengths and thicknesses of vine, cutting it with the pocketknife he'd had with him when he'd arrived here. He wanted to experiment with it, see what could be done and how easy it was to weave. He absolutely had to have something to do when he wasn't sleeping; he was not a person who could just sit around without something with which to tinker. This could end up being a useful project, he thought. He'd gathered all the fellwood he could find in the immediate vicinity, and it was time to move to something else.

In deference to the heat of the day, he'd taken off his shirt and crammed one end of it into his pants pocket, and it flopped against his thigh as he walked out of the wooded area and looked for a place to sit down. The enormous tree in which they slept was casting a shadow over a large portion of the ground, and he made his way toward it, seating himself not far from the dark-haired pregnant girl, whom he'd nodded to the previous day. Of course, being Cross, he'd barely spoken to anyone beyond the basics. "H'lo," he said, nodding again as he sorted lengths of vine in his lap.

Who: Thorne and Helena
What: Planning Discussions
Where: Somewhere back along the stream.
When:: Mid-Afternoon on Day Five
Rating:: G

( Some Suggestions To Chew On )

Who: Thorne and Bazzer
What: Food production and talks
Where: upstream from the camp
When:: Mid Morning Day 5
Rating:: PG-13 for discussions of porn

( Wings and revelations )

Who:  Rowan and Arlo
Where:  The Field of Purple
When:  Fairly early morning
What:  A finding!  Mostly so that Helena can deal with her testosterone influx.
Rating:  R because there is a nekkid lady

Rowan was in a pretty good mood this morning.  But she also had to pee.  Really, really badly.  She listened to Helena climb lightly to the ground and disappear into the mist - and really, Ro wouldn't have blamed her if she didn't come back - but shortly there after the urge hit and Ro was scrambling down the tree and picking her way through the rocks and moss and undergrowth to the stream, and following some ways down there.  When business was taken care of, she decided that this looked sluggish and shallow enough for a proper wash, too, in spite of the lack of soap, and she peeled off her clothes and stepped into the chilly water.  Mentally, she made a note that if she ever managed to get home, to get her calves tattooed in tribal designs.

Who: Helena and OPEN
When: Dawn on Day 5.
Where: The Field
What: Working on a hunch and looking for arrivals.
Rating:

( Is Anyone Out There? )