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Jay (_snoogans_) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-03-22 01:41:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 01, jay, kaylee frye, laura moon, location: carnival

Day One - Morning
Who: Jay, Kaylee Frye and Laura Moon
What: Waking up in the middle of nowhere, probably with very distinct suppositions as to what might have happened
When: Morning of Day One (around 9am)
Where: In the woods - nearest landmark is the Carnivale
Rating: PG for definite language
Status: Active

Jay was mumbling and muttering in his sleep, though he was very nearly awake right now. He felt wet, but not the good kind, and cold, too. He didn't open his eyes right when he woke up so he imagined, incorrectly, that he had fallen asleep outside RST video again.

When he finally opened his eyes, he became conscious of the rain and mud all over himself, and sat upright, scratching his eyes. He looked around and saw...trees. Green stuff and trees.

"Shit Silent Bob that Bangladeshi Ganja we scored last night is the madness. We're not even home." He expected no answer, after all Silent Bob wasn't big on the speaking thing; but when he looked around again, he realized no one was there. Jay stood up, trying to dust mud off his pants - yes, he's that stupid. He started walking away from where he'd been, only in circles. "Silent Bob? Yo Lunchbox! If you's taking a piss behind some tree and I come look for you and find you with your dick out, I'll fucking kick your ass!"

Silent Bob, however, didn't come out from behind any tree. And as Jay took a few steps back, possibly to appreciate how alone he seemed to be in a strange place, he tripped on something and fell on his back.

"AH! FUCK!" He screamed, pulling a small box from under his back. It said "survival kit" and "Vas Captio". "The fuck is this shit?"

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spitandviolets
2009-03-24 09:53 pm UTC (link)

Something he didn't know. Laura could have told him lots of things that he didn't know. She smirked, moving away from the other woman to start brushing herself off. Which one of the things that he didn't know could she possibly tell him? It wasn't the time to use one of her real whoppers, and, really, she didn't know what, exactly, he wouldn't know.

"She looks fine to me. Why don't you ask her?"

As she patted herself down, she grumbled under her breath about not having cigarettes or a lighter. She was pretty certain that she'd had them when she'd been knocked unconscious at Ash Farm. She thought that she'd had them when she'd left. What had happened from then until now? A pause, and if she was capable of great emotion, she probably would have looked absolutely disgusted, intrigued, and confused at the same time. There were people who were in to that sort of thing, but... really? Had she been a victim of that? She'd have to check that out later, when she was in a bit more private area.

"So," she remarked coldly as she wandered over to one of the crates that the long haired man had not been mauling, "where are we?"

Kneeling beside the box, she grabbed the lid with one hand and, with a flick of her wrist, opened it. Her icy hands began rummaging through the contents. She removed a book of soggy matches, which definitely did not look like they would light even if she willed them to; a pack of Tic-Tacs, which looked relatively fresh and seemed to be sealed; a pair of tube socks which, she wasn't certain, but..., seemed slightly moist; a bottle of water, which she was almost as fascinated by as she was the Tic-Tacs; and a journal with a pen taped crudely onto the front cover. Well, these all seemed vastly useful. She could perform a puppet show then write about it after making sure that her cells were hydrated, her teeth were clean after picking them with the wooden end of the useless matches, and her breath was minty fresh. "Fucking useless," she grumbled, repacking her box. Picking it up, she slung the kit over her arm.

"You should probably look for your ship someplace where there's water." It made logical sense to here. After all, spaceships didn't exist where Laura came from. Though gods did. So maybe spaceships were possible too. She turned, starting to walk in a random direction, hoping she'd find highway. This was inconvenient at best. When she closed her eyes and focused, she could feel other people in the direction she was going, though they were a long way away. "If you want to at least find people, if not civilization, follow me. If you'd rather have a nice little camping trip with the two of you, I'm sorry to have interrupted."

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