The Field

Who: Kenneth and Bazzer
When: Day 22-night, post Jasper rescue
Where: Lookout Ledge
Rating: PG-13

( Inch by painfully slow inch )

Who: Rook
Where: Grazer Island
When: Early, early morning.
What: Melancholy Rook doesn't want to talk and so he goes hunting for wood.
Rating: PG for bad, bad thoughts

( you make it real for me, and now that you're gone I just can't see. )

Who: Cross and Helena
When: late night
Where: camp, then just past the north rise

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Who: Ryan and Thorne
When: late night
Where: a short distance from camp
Rating: NSFW (explicit M/M sex)

It had been an eventful day, for damn sure. Ryan had spent most of his time during the daylight hours trying to help around their new camp. He was always acutely conscious of pulling his weight, of doing just as much work as anyone else, and he felt he'd done a decent job of that today. He'd braided tons of cord, worked on one side of the fire pit to hopefully make it more usable for his pottery when he got the chance to get back to that, searched for food, brought water in their most water-tight pot to boil. His ambition was to make something big enough to hold a decent amount of drinking water, but he hadn't yet figured out how to do that.

Then once darkness had fallen, there'd been a lot of confusion and two little tiny kids had showed up at camp. Ryan had arrived late for that, being on the other side of the island at the time; he'd gotten caught there without realizing how soon the sun would set, and it had taken him some time to find his way back in the dark. Jasper had brought the children, someone had told him, and she'd been injured but somebody had swam out and brought her back to camp. That was about all he knew about the situation since he'd arrived so late, but he knew better than to think he would have been able to help that much anyway, since he couldn't fucking see.

Once the excitement had died down, he stood on the outer edge of the area where everyone slept, his eyes on the glow of the fire, which was the only thing he could see in the intense darkness. He felt restless and twitchy, worried about things over which he had no control, and he wasn't anywhere near ready to lie down yet.

( something else to think about )

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: Analiese and Bazzer
When: late morning
Where: near the spring and rock waterfall on the far side of the island

The experience was still like a surreal sort of dream to Analiese. She'd walked all day in her socked feet, trailing near the end of the group of twelve or fifteen people who were making their way to an island camp, then once darkness had come, they'd had to swim across a lake while pushing their belongings on hollowed-out wooden things that floated. Somebody had said they were tree branches, but Analiese couldn't imagine a tree branch ever looking like that. She'd been so footsore and exhausted by then that she hadn't spared it much thought. There'd been a huge fire and other people, and she'd spread out her comforter and pillow right along with them, slipping off out of sight to take off her wet pajamas and put on Luke's huge sweater, which hit mid-thigh on her and would be good enough to sleep in.

She'd wondered if she'd awaken in her bed at home, but she hadn't. Analiese had found herself still on the island, still wrapped in her comforter with her blonde hair a mess, still surrounded by strangers. She'd rolled up her bedding and placed it off to the side where people seemed to be putting their bedrolls once they'd gotten up, and she'd ventured off to put her still damp camisole and leggings back on. She couldn't just wear a low-necked cardigan sweater around all day; that was even more indecent than the pajamas.

( oh, my god, he's taking his clothes off! )

Who: Rowan and Helena
What: Friend-time!
When: Early morning
Where: The Beach

( Presents! Boys! )

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. )

There are more laughers in the grasslands tonight, a long ways off mercifully but it's quite obvious that the reprieve of the past couple of days might be coming to a close sooner rather than later. With only a single lean-to built it's camp out around the fire time. The night is clear and again, cool, and the stars are stunning without the curtains of clouds that had covered the sky all day long. The ground is a bit damp but after such a long walk I doubt anyone minds. Not to mention the singular bliss of being able to stretch out flat!

There are rounds of clam digging and clam bake pits are set up and marked on the beach for the morning's breakfast. Now that everyone is back together again, there are plenty of things to discuss! What are the most pertinant building jobs to be performed on the island? What resources are they going to have to try to find? Since the numbers have grown again, who delegates and who gets delegated?

( Mod Notes - Please Read, Added To )