OPEN MINGLE.

[ex_broach530]

Who: Anyone!
When: Day 22 - Day 26 (Dec 7)
Where: Around the city.
What: Digging Boney out, checking on the injured, observing caused by the Overseer Drone including the time shenanigans and the new wildlife, and any other daily life threads you'd like to have before new arrivals.

Here, have some prompts!


DIG AND DIG AND DIGGITY DIG
The Dust seems to be settling on the city, quite literally. The result of massive cave-ins is that the city now looks like a poorly-managed construction zone, and the seekers of the Atlas who have been brought to this place might have to get their hands dirty in order to dig out the tunnels.

In case you need an incentive, access to some of the Monoliths has probably been prevented, not to mention the fact that nobody knows what happened to the strange boney creature calling itself The Last. The group consensus seems to be that they're going to dig him out. And was he the only one buried? A headcount goes round, but nobody is sure who exactly was in the caves. Probably time for a buddy system in case the next person buried is you.

Of course, hard work leaves little time for the other necessities of life. Why not bring by some food or water and strike up a conversation?


IT MEANS NO WORRIES
Manual labor isn't your thing? No problem! Several lush oasises seem to have popped up, complete with grass and water and wildlife.

There's one near the entrance to the city that is currently home to a couple of naughty tree-climbing mammals. Despite monkeying around, they look more like a gecko had a baby with a sloth than any kind of primate, but don't accuse these guys of being slow! They're fast, mischievous, and will steal anything they can get their hands on, carrying it somewhere high and leaving it there. But maybe if you can find out what they like to eat they can be tamed? Or at least convinced to brings your stuff back...

There's another denser patch of vegetation that definitely has something large and loud tromping around in it, but nobody's seen it yet... just be careful while foraging, okay? Or maybe it's a chance to finally have some meat for once.

Finally, there's definitely a decent sized pond with a shimmering reflection just begging for someone to cannonball in. And it turns out taking off the suit has no adverse effect writhing the oasis. Skinny dipping anyone?


TALE AS OLD AS TIME
Be careful around the sudden appearance of plants; they're time distortions that will zap in and out, the bubbles bursting before you can work out how to break that coconut-like plant open. And you don't want to end up stranded in the desert without your suit on, either. Not to mention some pretty weird time distortions seem to be happening. Careful you aren't stuck in a Groundhog Day loop, forced to relive the last few minutes of your gruesome death over and over...

On the plus side, you can give yourself a high five?

And only a high five, nobody wants to see you taking self love to an entirely new level.*



* Iron Bull wants to see.

Comments

brackets or prose welcome, I'll match you.

[highflights]

→ tea-time

She's taken the bulb and some of the leaves from the plant. It smelled just fine when she found it, and if it's toxic it would only cause some mild discomfort, but Kara's really interested in seeing how the animals react to it. She's spent the morning baiting a few. They'd approached without fear, and squabbled over the small portion. Nothing untoward happened, and she doesn't hear anything wrong with their bodies when she checks later, so Kara cuts up the main bulb and leaves it spread neatly on a wide leaf for anyone to sample. The rest of it, however, she brews in a bowl with her heat vision. She's perfectly happy to engage anyone who passes, whether here to investigate the smell or not, with a cheerful,

'Would you like some tea?'

→ map-making

There's an area near the water but off the main path, and so Kara's busy drawing out a map of the city in the mud, the details exact. An x marks the Tree, another the monoliths. Of interest to her is a polygon she's situated deep under where the Overseer first emerged, that appears to be floating above its base. Kara finishes it, arms akimbo as she studies what she's managed to make.

'This is the city so far. Most of it's buried, but there's an intact structure here,' she gestures, 'and I think there might still be power. For stasis pods, or more of those killer robot things. What do you think?'

She's certain nobody should go down there alone. This place really doesn't do things halfway when it comes to surprises.

( ooc: if your character investigates the floating polygon energy source, debris in the tunnel leading to it would have been cleared away by your friendly neighbourhood Kryptonians, leaving a straight, safe path. )

→ wildcard

Anywhere else you might want to encounter Kara. She will be around digging, happy spar with anyone who asks, around exploring, etc.

[anewhope]

[ He takes the bowl graciously. It's not surprising they both had their little side-projects in foraging and cataloging, trying to make the best of a new world.

They're familiar in that, though Clark is sure Kara's experience trumps his. ]

Do you drink tea a lot?

[highflights]

[ She beams at him, waiting for the verdict. ]

My dad used to. We had a few different kinds in the cupboard.

[anewhope]

[ To his credit, he doesn't ask which one. Instead Clark gently lifts the cup to his lips, taking a long sip. The heat wouldn't bother him after all. ]

It's better than I thought it would be.

[highflights]

Oh, good. I can get more of these, [ she shows him the few spines, bright red, that she has for later, ] then. Might get in the habit of making it more regularly if we can find similar plants out here.

[anewhope]

We should find a way of carrying our supplies. We don't know how much of the planet has plantlife we can use.

[ Just finding this is a godsend. ]

[highflights]

[ Gesturing to a nearby bush, ]

Do you know how to make rope from plants?

[anewhope]

[ Clark considers this as he eyes up the plants. ]

I could manage a few. Depending on how thick they are

tea-time.

[justice_of_toren]

"I would, thank you." 'Like' may be too strong a word, but Breq is willing to try some. She shoots Kara a wry half-smile. "However, I may be obligated by patriotic propriety to call it a tisane. Certainly, the citizens back home would near unanimously declare 'That is not tea'," she says, her voice sliding into an imitation of a primly offended upper-class Radchaii.

[highflights]

Kara huffs a laugh, something that's more movement than a real sound. The corners of her eyes crinkle, and her mouth stays pulled up long after the amusement has faded from the rest of her.

'I know the type,' she says, fondly, holding over the bowl. 'Here you go.'

[justice_of_toren]

Breq takes a slow sip out of the bowl. Hmm. Well, it's a welcome variety from just water. It's funny - 99% of her existence she'd drunk only water unless it would have been rude to refuse whatever else was offered. But it's nice, to accept a drink of something else, as one equal to another.

"The type that's snobbish about tea in particular, or some other arbitrary marker of culture?"