Open to all!

[dateme]

Who: Inui (dateme) & ALL OF YOU
When: Day 3, eclipse/evening
Where: Boneyard
What: IT'S TIME FOR A POW-WOW aka we built a fire

[ So it's been a rough couple of days (literally, just two). But between nearly being blown up, marching through the desert, and generally just never wanting to see desert again, there is one good thing Inui (and Lance) have discovered: those Coral plants? Can be cracked open and eaten!

So as the sun vanishes behind the rocky formations or the moon(s), fellow interlopers might notice a distinct & nutty aroma wafting through the boneyard. Tracing it to it's source isn't hard though: Inui and Lance have started up a rather sizeable camp fire from the remains of some of the bones near the vague center of the massive grave. There they've cracked open large stalks from the coral and are roasting the mealy insides over the flames.

They've stockpiled quite a bit and have yet to cook all of it, so anyone and everyone is free to stop by and either help or take up a stalk of their own! Heck, maybe there's already people gathered there!

Whatever the case, it's a good way to kill some time, right? Maybe you've got a ghost story or a survival plan you want to share with the group? No really does anyone have a plan we could really use a plan ]


[ ooc; THIS POST IS OPEN TO EVERYONE AND EVERYONE! Feel free to make your own starters/sections, threadjack like crazy, and just generally get to mingling. The cooked Coral stalks taste like almonds and shouldn't be poisonous!.

HAVE FUN ]

Comments

[dateme]

Haha--! Oh man, isn't he hilarious?? He's a futuristic robot, but...he's totally useless! [ He...he means this in the nicest way possible?? ]

[adamance]

Interestingly enough ... I told him as much. But all groups do need leaders and followers. He seems comfortable enough with being among the latter. [It might not sound like she's discrediting him. The words themselves don't amount to "he's useless" in typical vernacular.

But that is what she means.]

[dateme]

[ It's alright, Inui is perfectly aware that as useless as Cayde is in terms of being a bad ass killing machine, he himself is even worse off. He is kinda useless in every regard, except noise pollution. ]

That got for me too?

[adamance]

Clearly, though I doubt you take offense to what is apparent.

[And at least he's gathered food. That's something.]

[dateme]

Nah, not really. I know I'm not very useful to anyone in this sorta situation. I probably should have been dead on day one!

[adamance]

Under most circumstances, I would agree. [And yet—he's here. Yes, he had a starter pack, so to speak. But he's here.]

How have you lasted this long? [It isn't a matter of doubt: it's a matter of recognizing method. (And seeing if anyone covered his ass this long.)]

[dateme]

Luck? [ Inui shrugs, smile even but just a little detached from the reality of things. because he knows if he starts taking it too seriously it's going to be a long, slippery slope with nothing fun at the bottom. ]

It's kind of a miracle.

[adamance]

[With Lexa, everything is a long, slippery slope with no fun at the bottom. Which is apparent when she says:] Or perhaps you were kept alive for some other purpose. [She studies him for a moment. Oh, no, she's not foolish enough to believe he's important. He could never be. But perhaps he's meant to be utilized elsewhere.]

But purposes can be miracles depending on how you see it.

[dateme]

I think I just got lucky, honestly. I shoulda died when I nearly blew up, and then again when the bugs attacked. But both times I had someone bail me out.

[ Inui hums thoughtfully, noting that both times it was Clark who had helped him out. He should probably give him a gift or something as thanks. ]

[adamance]

So, it's more of a fact that you're able to inspire others to rescue you. [Probably because he's so helpless, so ...

It makes sense.]

[dateme]

That or they feel bad for me. Clark seems like it's sort of a hobby of his though. He'd probably help anyone who needed it. [ In other words, Inui's fairly confident he's not special in any sort of regard when it comes to that. The only thing he inspires is migraines. ]

[adamance]

Ah, Clark. [Lexa actually doesn't know that it's spelled differently than the name of her Clarke, but there's a long moment where she ruminates on it.] It may be something about the name itself. There are two here, you know. Two Clark(e)s. They're both determined to save people even if it hurts them in the process.

We may only be bystanders to that desire.

[dateme]

Oh. [ Two Clark(e)s. He didn';t jnow that. ]

I'm talking about the perfect jaw and beefy muscles. Shoot laser beams from his eyes?

[adamance]

My Clarke is a woman instead of a man. [Yes, that is a bit of a possessive claim on Clarke. Lexa is how she is.]

And unable to shoot lasers from her eyes. I suppose we're fortunate that the male Clark is so willing to overextend himself to help others.