taxonomites | 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.

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~.

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After a long moment, Scott huffs. "I'll never mention it if you don't," he offers. It's as close to offering as he's going to get, but he doesn't really want a starved vampire rampaging over the island.

"As long as you're sure."

Spike looks up and meets Scott's eyes, holding them. "I don't wanna put you into an uncomfortable position but I am warning you that it tends to make a person really want a shag. There's a reason some of us call is an orgy of blood."

That grin of his makes another appearance, some of the swagger coming back to him.

"You're a good looking man an' all... Well."

"I'm comfortable enough in myself and my sexuality to not be threatened, it's okay."

Scott nods once, making it clear. He understands the consequences. "And married. I think I can hold back from jumping your bones."

"Watch out now, you're gonna hurt my feelings."

Yeah, he's got the swagger back again. That whole ship thing seems to have thrown him off for a little bit. He thinks, for a few moments, for commenting on the married part but he thinks better of it.

"Any preferences on where?"

Scott considers, the offers out his left arm. It seems the least intimate and least awkward.

Gently, Spike takes Scott's hand and arm into his. There is a significant look to the lack of a wedding band on his hand. His brows arch up briefly, with a questioning, not quite mocking look. One of his hands cups Scott's elvow, his hand curling with Scott's fingers to hold him in place.

There is a moment of pause, as Spike /changes/ into something less human and more monster. It passes quickly enough before he leans over Scott's wrist and his fangs sink into the other man's skin.

Scott's expression doesn't change at the glance. He knows why he doesn't wear it and it's not all good reasons.

The other face doesn't shock him. The only thing that makes him flinch is the first bite of fangs, making him tense and jerk slightly before the shock and slight sting fades away and the tensions eases out of his arm.

The hand at Scott's elbow continues to cradle, his thumb stroking lightly across the skin there. Old habits die hard and, usually, Spike wants his victims to enjoy this part of it - even if he was planning on snapping their necks. Drinking from the Extras has been frustrating and unfulfilling.

Drinking from Scott is anything but unfulfilling. His blood is thick and rich and Spike could get carried away with himself, were he not watching out for it. It isn't quite Slayer blood but it isn't exactly that of a typical human, either. This is more pleasant than he was expecting it to be - which is why he has to stop now.

Pulling back, Spike pulls a long breath in through his nose before he licks the wound. It helps the wound close, even if it doens't help it heal faster. One last moment of sensation before the experience is entirely finished.

At no point does Scott give away anything on his face. Whatever he feels or experiences, he shows nothing of it, face turned slightly away.

It doesn't last as long as he expects, which is maybe a blessing. He presses his fingers onto the vein above the bite to encourage it to stop bleeding, but he heals fairly quickly anyway. "I've got to head back to the boat. Recover what we can."

The one give away is the slight pinkness across his cheeks.

"Right."

Spike breathes in through his nose, looking at Scott. He won't comment on what he can smell and what he knows for certain. This si not the firs time he's done this certainly.

"Well, I'll be here. Not like I can go anywhere outside."

The wounds on Spike start to heal quickly as he sheds his vest, looking to use the water available to him.

"Not until sun down." He turns on his heel and starts for the entrance without a backwards glance, head down slightly and watching where he puts his feet.

He intends on keeping his word. He'll never mention it again.

Buffy is navigating the sand with varying degrees of success. Her ankle's just turned again, and she plops down with a sigh.

She watches him walk by and hesitates before calling out. He looks occupied.

"Hey, Captain. Good to see that you made it out alive."

Scott startles, hand going tight on his wrist before he clasps his hands behind his back. "I was just heading back out to the wreck, see if there's anything to salvage. There's fresh water in barrels still, which we know isn't contaminated and-"

He trails off, shaking his head slightly. "Food supplies. Ropes and sail cloth for shelters."

"Give me a few, and I'll come and help. Or d'you want to come and sit? Hang out while I attempt to retain my dignity?"

She's rubbing her ankle, in a futile attempt to get it to stop aching.

"What have you done to yourself, Buffy?" He crouches down and lifts her ankle up onto his knee and leaving his bite mark plainly visible as he starts checking her ankle instead.

"The sand, it leapt up and, and... bit me."

Her voice trails off, and she's looking at the bite mark.

"And bit you."

He twists her ankle gently, then clicks. "Ah. Yes. Don't worry about it. Does that hurt?"

"It made me fall down on my butt. Never mind me attempting to scamper like a scampering thing."

She hisses at the movement, but wiggles her foot.

"I think it'll be OK. Less scamper, more careful placement of feet. Does that hurt?" Looks down to his wrist, back up to meet his gaze.

"Stay off it and I'll go and get something to bind it up, okay?" He sets her foot back down.

"No. Not really. Just slightly uncomfortable."

"Nah, you don't have to. I'm a quick healer. I'll just lounge here and enjoy getting sand in all the places."

She nods once, at what he says. Knowing that it was voluntary (there didn't seem to be any sign of charred vampire) and also knowing how it feels... Buffy will let it slide on by.

"Go, get your supplies. I'll try to come and help as soon as I can."

Scott stands up, dusting off his knees. "I'll see you then."

He won't mention Spike in the cave behind her. He won't be coming out and he doubts Buffy will head in.

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