052 [text | location: around the island] on the shore just long enough to leave our clothes there

[aintnoconvict]

Glitch is so very happy to be back on land where he's 100% less useless. Sure it's not the city (or home) but it's better than being on that miserable boat.

In the jungle (the mighty jungle) there is a large hamster idol carved from limestone. It sits up on its haunches and smiles a benevolent hamster smile, and atop its head is a floral headdress. More interestingly: its right paw is definitely a hatch touchpad, and it holds in its left paw the traditional hatch replicator box thing.

Glitch stares at it dubiously, then slaps his hand down and thinks desperately of toothpaste. The box produces a bottle of rum, which gets tucked into the satchel he's fashioned from the sleeves of his giant white pirate shirt. He tries again, this time thinking of ball-peen (...wait, who even came up with that name?) hammer and some nails. The hatch responds with directions for making a shelter with palm fronds and vines.

After some trial and error (and another bottle of rum and some paper umbrellas), the hatch does produce useful things like a length of insulated copper wire, a Hawaiian print shirt and some Bermuda shorts, a pair of pliers, and sunscreen.

"...well, it's a start," Glitch mutters, then hauls everything back to the shady spot he's claimed a little ways from the beach. There he lays the pliers and wire down beside the metal-containing ship debris that had washed up, and set about composing a text to everyone.

NOTES:
- Found a hatch, marked approx. location on map. Temperamental but will give useful stuff (!SUNSCREEN!) plus random items.
- The temple: have not explored, not sure if safe, be careful if you check it out. Do not go alone.
- Swear I heard drumming last night. Might be delusional.
TO DO:
- Work w/tablets. Have more tools & materials now. Power boost? Antenna? Help appreciated.
- Go back to ship for supplies: sailcloth, rope, anything useful. Build raft for this? Volunteers? (Not it!)
- Build hammock.

That done, he heads back into the jungle for his daily swim. The island is fortunately riddled with cenotes to provide drinking water and places to cool off without getting saltwater sticky. Glitch has found a favorite with a good mix of shade and sun, water crystal clear and deep enough for diving, and just secluded enough that he can get away with skinny dipping.

That last bit is likely inaccurate.


OOC: Oh hey it's another huge note! WELCOME TO THE ISLAND enjoy your naked headcase. He will be out there every day, so go bug him or join in and fret not about continuity. Or bump into him anywhere, godmoding of that nature is go. TABLET FOLKS: there is going to be so much handwaving with this plot I can't even tell you. To the point of "let's congratulate ourselves on how awesome our geniuses and electric lady are" and moving on with end results.

This post can also be used as a log post for non-Glitch related hijinks like setting up shelters, building rafts, and other mingling.
DETAILS ON THE TEMPLE: Think Temple of Doom meets Legends of the Hidden Temple meets The Mummy. There are 100% godmodey deathtraps, the nature and degree of dangerousness is totally up to you. There are also treasures...also godmodey, but a chest stuffed with toiletries is definitely in there somewhere.

DID GLITCH HEAR DRUMMING: Yes. Yes he did, and your folks may have too. ~Details to come~.

Comments

[skinny dipping you say?]

[thepersianyouth]

There is perhaps one or two things that saves Glitch from bearing the full brunt of Bagoas' ire. For one, he is a foreigner, and as such very probably doesn't know any better (neither did the Macedonians, though they at least didn't sully the water they would draw from unnecessarily). Secondly...

Well.

Secondly, Bagoas is currently otherwise occupied enough that there's little room for upset.

All that (no longer quite so pale) skin and all that water...clinging to all that dark and silvery hair like tiny gem stones.

[i do say yes]

[aintnoconvict]

And Glitch, meanwhile, is distracted by the pure joy of floating around. He disappears under the surface, revels in the weightlessness and the ability to twist in any direction he wants. There's a little familiarity from his time wandering, when a clean pond on a hot day had been a blessing. A little bit of happy.

When he surfaces again it's in hip-deep water and so he stands, pushes his hair back from his face, scrubs at the stubble on his cheek, and glances to the shore.

"Oh!" Glitch blinks in surprise for a moment, then smiles and offers a little wave to Bagoas. "Hi!"

What even is an inhibition.

[well of course you do]

[thepersianyouth]

Caught dead in the act of unintentional ogling, Bagoas does the only thing that comes to mind: he'll excuse himself politely and leave his friend to his ablutions.

What actually happens is his eyes pop open while all the blood in his entire body seems to migrate to his face. Then, just like Glitch's sudden loss of inhibition, so too does Bagoas find himself without a brain-to-mouth filter.

"Oh look at the time, I think I forgot to stoke the fire at camp, dear me I'd better get going, you know how it is, pesky fire doesn't stroke-- stoke itself, haah, of course you know that, you're an inventor, silly me." Breathe. Smile. Bow.

"I bid you a good day."

Under a tree

[genequeen]

Madelyne, eventually, had made her way on shore.

Once she got there, she found a place mostly shaded from the sun, pulled from palm fronds over her for additional shade protection and went to sleep. Exhausted, sun burnt, generally bruised by the fight with the kraken and wearing entirely the wrong clothing for something like this means that she's been sleeping fitfully for a few hours.

Luckily for everyone, in this case, it just means that she's not sleeping deeply, not that she's dragging everyone into her dreams this time. Eventually there will be better clothes, sun screen and dear God a bath, but for now, there is just sleep, mostly (sort of) out of the sun.

[Under a tree] I am.... godmodding Maddy's sleeping arm. Let me know if that is a problem.

[personaldemon]

Jason is seeking something similar-- shelter, that is, from the tropical sun, a few hours' rest after the roller coaster ride of the fight with the kraken.

Living with Etrigan features adrenaline rushes like no other-- a demon's fire burning through one's veins gives more of a boost than any caffeine-- but once whatever has Etrigan's attention has faded, the demon too sulks back into Jason's subconscious, and the resultant fatigue is often brutal.

Still, single-minded as his quest for some shelter is, Jason pauses to note Pryor's dozing body. One arm has twitched in her slumber, flung out from the shade into a stripe of sunlight that moves through the leaves.

That will burn rather horribly if she leaves it there, he thinks distantly.

He pauses a moment. He supposes he could actually do something about this. She was quite useful on board the ship, after all.

Jason crouches down. He can take a few seconds to move one of the palm fronds, he supposes, and cover the woman a bit better. Good deed for the century, and such.

[Under a tree] - No problem!

[genequeen]

As the fronds move, Maddy mumbles something, though she doesn't move her arm back into the sun. Most likely this has been incorporated into whatever dream she's having right now. The pattern of her breathing shifts, as though, perhaps she is starting to emerge out of sleep all together.

On the beach, drying in the sun. Working on PROJECT TABLET.

[creepyfreezone]

Sky had gotten clever with the hatch. Trying to second guess what questions to ask to get the right answers of use. It wasn't entirely effective but she got a swimsuit (in her size, with lightning print to it), a water-logged radio console, a pair of sunglasses (circa 1960), a volleyball net (no polls), and one Tiki necklace (plastic - made in China).

It took some work for her to get to the beach with the supplies but she managed it dragging most of the stuff behind her. First was her clothes. While she was aware modesty was important, given the state of things she didn't actually care who saw her change. Happenstance was the only reason she was alone on this part of the beach (and her desire to start work alone to think). Changing into the new clothes and wearing her large pirate shirt over-top. It was still wet but it would dry in the sun just as easily strewn along the beach with the rest of the pirate costume. And while she wore it that would protect her from the sun.

Next was work. It was slow going at first, but she disassembled the radio and put the various parts out to dry. She needed them to not short out from the water they were unfortunately crafted with. Then organizing which parts were too gone to be used, which parts were viable, and which viable parts were of actual value to her.

Which leaves the girl there surrounded by equations drawn in the sand staring at the Tiki necklace. How to turn this into an antenna or amplifier. If they were transported far enough from the others this wouldn't matter, but... there was no logical reason to assume a distance was involved, just separate... rooms. Sky went through the various antenna arrays she's run into on Earth and tried to come up with a design she could replicate here. Drawing a schematic from memory and then as quickly erasing it from the sand when she decided it wouldn't work.

Stressful.

[aintnoconvict]

Glitch arrives on the scene, toting a basket of grapefruit, his shirt sleeve satchel loaded with collected metal bits and pliers, and the copper wire looped around his shoulder. he spots Sky - and her collection of parts, and her diagrams, and is all excited until he sees her start erasing.

"No, wait, I--" Too late. "Was gonna look at that. Oh well."

[creepyfreezone]

"To get that to work I would need four Gwens," Sky looked up briefly, only to return to staring at the back of her tablet for a few moments. Trying to figure out the exact frequency the tablet was broadcasting on from watching the energy flow through the device. It was easier to see things here than in the city, but it was still complex alien technology. If Luke were here she could ask him to access the code. "But I can redraw it if you want."

Sky figured other people would have other ideas, and be able to better explain them. But on the other hand her really clever, so there was a good chance she could do this herself. Sky cleared some space and started drawing a diagram of what she thought was the communication relay in the tablet. Maybe if she can look at that it will help her.

[at cenote, saving vampire]

[no_rose_tint]

First things first.

Scott gets to shore dragging a bundle that looks suspiciously like a dead body wrapped in sail cloth. He drags said bundle deeper in land until he finds shelter, a cavernous tunnel that dips down towards one of the cenotes and leaves his baggage there, patting it at what must be the head end. "You're safe and there's clean water if you want to wash off the blood."

[at cenote, being saved]

[loves_bitch]

"Thanks mate."

It is a bit warm out there but once he's not in direct sunlight he can at least get himself out of the sailcloth and then worry about the next need on the heirarchy. "No offense, but of all of the things I want to think about, blood is pretty low on the list."

Someone's hungry and, because he is who he is, he's trying to go without for as long as possible. The less feeding awkwardness the better.

[on the beach| the guy who can't eat is cooking for you mortal types]

[dustandhope]

Raziel stays missing for several hours.

He does turn up, wet and smug and dragging chunks of kraken with him that he optimistically hopes will be useful food for the mortals.

Over the next few hours, he adds several monkeys, a wild boar and a handful of tubers to his collection. Then he starts a fire up with the old fashioned trick of rubbing sticks together and starts cooking it all up.

[on the beach| the guy who can't eat is cooking for you mortal types]

[smecker]

Fuck, he's got sand in places sand is very clearly not supposed to be. And a vicious sunburn. And his kohl has smudged and run all to fuck. And now somebody's taken his job.

....although that may not be such a bad thing, Paul thinks as he stands blankly by Raziel's fire and watches.

"....is that the fucking squid?"

[In the jungle - Not too far in]

[loveawkward]

Josef had sought out two things once they made land. The hatch and then the jungle. He should have left it with the jungle.

The hatch had provided three pairs of knee length cut off pants, striped shirts and a hat. The hat was nearly useful - if it hadn't been utterly embarrassing. That didn't stop him from wearing it.

Giving that damn hamster statue one last hateful look, he settled into the darkest shade he could find, sending back a few text messages.

Thinking to hit the temple. Anyone up to go?

As for boat supplies, can always make a swim back if needed. Can't carry too much but saves risk of storms and rafts.

[In the jungle - Not too far in]

[genequeen]

After sleeping for some time, Madelyne made her way to the hatch and has new clothing. She also has some rum and some sunscreen. She's still looking for something a little more solid to eat since the hatch thought it would be funny to give her a coconut but no way to open it.

"Hey."

[Visual/In the Jungle: In A Tree]

[thelonewolf]

The jungle is a strange place to Arya. It's not like the forests of the north. Everything is damp and hot and filled with strange bugs and sounds. But she can climb any tree, and somebody has to see how big the island is and what's on it. Arya ascends the branches of the tallest tree she can find, as nimble as a monkey, her bare feet callused and rough like leather. Dangling from one of the leaves is a big brown spider, but Arya whacks it away with her hand and keeps going.

When she gets to the top, her eyes take everything in--the endless ocean, the strange temple, and a sea of trees.

Even though she doesn't like the tablet, she takes it out and turns it on, moving it around so anyone watching can see the island. "What's in that temple?" she asks, squinting.

[below the tree]

[dustandhope]

He can't use the tablet. It baffles him and he frequently loses it when it falls from his ribs.

But he's down the bottom in the undergrowth, peering up, just those glowing eyes. "I have no idea, but it would wonderful to find out, wouldn't it?"

[cenote fun for everyone! if you like getting zombie flashbacks, that is]

[ownlittleprison]

Mick sleeps during the day in the closest thing to a freezer he can find on the island, which just happens to be yet another idyllic cenote. He goes there every night just before dawn and swims to the darkest possible places.

Then he simply exhales and lets himself sink to the floor, dead weight and dead to the world and...looking rather like death twice warmed over when he resurface just after sundown.

In so many words, he is not a pretty sight with his skin seeming to hang too loosely about his frame and under his eyes, and damn but it brings back memories from the trenches, stories of where the soldiers' feet would rot right off the bone from standing around for too long in too much muddy water. He remembers seeing it for himself, milder cases of trench foot, as it came to be called, and he doesn't think he'll ever forget.

It's small comfort, but at least there's not all that many awake at night to bump into him.

[cenote]

[loveawkward]

Tired and worn, Josef had been wandering through the edge of the jungle, seeking the coolest place he might find. He had to admit, he was holding up a lot better than he thought he would, but that wasn't say much all things considered.

At length, sometime just after dusk, he found Mick's scent the strongest, but no Mick.

"Where the hell have you gotten off to," he muttered.

[mmm flashbacks]

[imperial_long]

Long is one of the very few completely unbothered by the island's heat and light. He soaks it up in the day, dozing in stretches of sunlight like a cat, uncaring of the warmth that would make others toss and turn and wake with headaches. The sun finds nothing to burn in skin already the color of dark, tarnished bronze.

But at nights he wakes-- stretches in the relative cool, breathes in the wet scents of green leaves and flowers. It takes him back to India, in his head. The stone stupas. The scent of acacias and lianas...

Long explores the island at nights. His eyes, although he is not aware of this fact, shine in the dark like a cat's, two tiny golden moons. And he has excellent night vision.

His wardrobe has changed over the course of the glitch. No need for a business suit and ironed shirt on a ship, or in a deep jungle. He lets the West slip away from him and does not miss its passing overmuch (although he does miss restaurants). He wears the remains of the dark robe he had hatched on the ship, and largely goes barefoot despite the jungle's thorns.

Tonight he seeks out Mick St. John. The tablet is an excellent resource and tool, and guides him eventually to the cenote. He picks his way almost noiselessly through the jungle, feeling just as at home here as he does in the cities. More so, perhaps. He steps lightly on the damp earth and damp leaves.

The jungle opens before him, moonlight shining down on the water. Much as he has no real liking for water after the ship ordeal, it is all the same pretty. Long scans the area for Mick-- there, a pale figure on a rock by the water's edge.

He has looked better, Mick St. John has. Long wonders if the vampire is eating enough. But then, that would be why he has sought him out.

Long clears his throat. Politely.

Re: [cenote fun for everyone! if you like getting zombie flashbacks, that is]

[dustandhope]

It may seems surprising, but Raziel actually enjoys swimming. And he's taken to swimming through the underwater tunnels that connect many of the cenotes, places that anything breathing would drown in but he spends hours under water, sinuously moving through the caverns.

He watches Mick for a long time underwater, swimming around him with small flicks of his legs.

[let sleeping vampires lie but only for so long]

[buffy_slayer]

Buffy had finally taken some time to find something, ANYTHING to wear other than the salt-laden pirate costume that she'd managed to find on the ship.

Which might explain the ridiculousness of what she's wearing now. It's far too long, and with the seemingly ubiquitous bottle of rum in one hand, and having to hold up the caftan to avoid tripping on the hem with the other, she's looking less than graceful as she approaches the entrance to the cave.

She's pretty sure he's still in there, and calls out, "Spike? Hello?" There's a muttered exclamation as she stumbles yet again on the sand, managing to drop both the bottle and the handful of caftan.

[let sleeping vampires lie but only for so long]

[loves_bitch]

There is the sound of water inside the cave. It may well be that he hasn't managed to finish whatever it is that he's doing in there. Sounds like there is enough water to wash up, at the very least, maybe take a swim.

Near the entrance of the cave there is the rough ends of what looks like part of the sail from the ship.

[Jungle/Beach at dusk - Seeking out Bagoas]

[loveawkward]

There was that moment when the sun finally, after slow and agonizing hours for some - broke the horizon and sank down as if extinguishing itself in the sea. For some it was a moment of sadness, of fears and phobias. For those like Josef it was a moment of pure and simple bliss.

The jungle did its best to be dark and cool but the heat was still an oppressive thing, seeming to cling to his skin and hold Josef hostage. The moment the sun sank though, it was like waking up. Maybe not refreshed and renewed but enough to encourage him to move.

Still feeling the buzz of Madelyne's kindness in his veins, he first stripped down and dove into the deep, cool waters he'd been basically camping out near. Enough to rinse off the feeling of the heat, diving deep before breaking the surface and climbing back to the grass.

Dressing in another pair of denim shorts, cut off again, and a tee shirt that bore the imprint of some island and encouraging a tropical vacation, he set off to find Bagoas.

Ever since the sun set, despite the physical comfort, his chest was tight and he knew he wouldn't wait, he'd seek out the beautiful man he'd become so fond of and try and figure out just where they stood. He thought he knew but he wouldn't risk a misunderstanding losing him the brilliance of their letters, or the soft, silken feel of Bagoas' touch.

[Jungle/Beach at dusk - Seeking out Bagoas]

[thepersianyouth]

Josef finds Bagoas at the main campsite situated close enough to a stream for gathering water, sheltered enough that predators won't catch their scent from all directions, visible enough that the fire shines like a beacon, scaring off animals and leading the fellow shipwrecked back after their various excursions.

There Bagoas sits, watching the fire while the others find their rest. He's on first watch, preferring it to third despite his tendency to rise early. For once he thinks he'd rather sleep in, once sleep takes him.

It's been a harrowing week, which is only further illuminated by the warm light dancing over his skin. When no one's looking, he allows himself to feel the fatigue.