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052 [text | location: around the island] on the shore just long enough to leave our clothes there
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.
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~.
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~.
[on the beach| the guy who can't eat is cooking for you mortal types]
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]
....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?"
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He still has the pirate hat.
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".....I guess that thing has enough blubber for useful fat. Or whatever that bubbling part is if not blubber. Blubber's whales. What the hell do you call it in squid," he says, half-talking to himself, really. The sun and tiredness are starting to catch up.
"Also you need some goddamn spices. But I do like your hat."
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"It might be fat. Maybe the meat is simply fatty. And if you want spices, go find them. All I found was the round thing that the pig was trying to open."
He means the coconut.
[on the beach| the guy who can't eat is cooking for you mortal types]
"--oh. Coconut. Hummnnn. Haven't cooked a lot with coconut, but...."
Paul starts poking about in the sand, hunting a nice rock. "You're one of those 'stronger than mere flesh' types, aren't you, Raz."
[on the beach| the guy who can't eat is cooking for you mortal types]
[on the beach| the guy who can't eat is cooking for you mortal types]
"Because..." Hey, woo, rock. He picked it up. Had sort of a point on it. He tossed it lightly to Raziel.
"...you can probably split that thing open. Then we get coconut milk."
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Then, he offers it out to Smecker.
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"Yeah, so, the flesh inside of this is edible, but we can use the milk as a sort of sauce for the pork. Unless you happen to also have mammary glands to render that a moot point too?" he says with a sarcastic brow arch.
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Paul takes the coconut with a grunt, then scans the tree line on the beach. It's tropical, right? Maybe there's fruit trees? Citrus would be lovely but that might be too much to hope for. Salt, well, technically the salt water can be evaporated for that. Other seasonings...
"I'm gonna need to go shopping."
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"And yeah, slavering monsters are easier. Gotta say that much for Taxon, you usually know who the bad guys are."
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"...what the hell do you store in your ribcage? And I'm really gonna regret asking this, I'm sure, but-- how does that even work?"
Cue a head-tilt, and a study of Raziel's torso.
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"What, is there a handy little slot to shove it in so it doesn't fall out? Do you wedge it between two ribs?"
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He reaches for Paul's wrist, apparently intent on letting him feel.
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"This I have to see. I've poked a lot of corpses but never those who could poke back."
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Sure enough, shoved in against strained tendons and bone, there is a tablet.
"That depends entirely on the type of poking you do."
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It probably says a lot about Paul Smecker that one of the things he considers doing in this moment is using his own tablet to text Wyatt Cain with, Hey, I've got my fingers inside another man right now.
Trolling as a sanity-preserving mechanism, yeahhhh.
He goes with a secondary option, at least for now. "Your skin is dry as fuck. Were you stuck under a desert for a couple hundred years after you died?"
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He makes a face at Raziel. It's an interesting face.
"I love it. I want to throw a party just to have you stand there and saying stuff like this and watching people's faces when you do. Spectraaaaal reaaaaaaaaaaalm."
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