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

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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.

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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Madelyne reaches out and lifts him, bringing him back toward the shade near the water. It is cooler over here, you see. He'll be better off over here where it isn't so warm and bright.

"Not so bright over here."

Well that was odd and different and, for a moment, Josef flailed a bit. Knowing all the things she could do and having her do it to him was not the same thing.

"Madelyne! I..." He blinked at her, tense and uncertain as he watched her. "That was different."

She makes sure to settle him close to but not in the water and completely in the shade of many trees.

"Sorry. You were too hot and it is cooler over here."

She's up to just below her shoulders in the water, looking at him, a concerned look on her face. She does her best to pull her thoughts back in, reminder herself that this is why she doesn't drink. Even a little bit.

Though letting go of the control for a bit is nice.

It was cooler. He could feel it instantly on his skin. Curling in a bit and then stretching out. Torn between the instinct to huddle against pain and discomfort and wanting as much cool air on his skin as possible.

"No. Thank you for that. Just... different. Never been moved off my own power except when heaved off something or hit by something bigger," he said, nearly smiling though his eyes were just fluttering open.

Glancing at her, he did his best to arch a brow. "I'm not going to die on your watch. Promise." He laughed though, all things considering.

"I should hope not. I wouldn't be a very good friend if I let you die over there."

She ducks down and leans back scratching at her scalp for a few moments. It isn't like washing her hair, not really, but it feels pretty good anyway.

"Friends, are we," he asked. He didn't sound upset by that but rather amused, smiling a bit though he still looked wan and waxy.

"When you're done," he began as she ducked under. He slumped back, waiting for her to resurface.

After a few more moments, she surfaces again, "Sorry. I forget that not everyone can hear everyone else and I didn't want to intrude into your thoughts."

Especially not when she's just finished being upset with herself about taking liberties with other people. She starts to walk up out of the water, slowly.

He considered that, not sure what he thought about it. "I... I could handle it," he said. "Though right now I think it would remind me of one of the worst moments of my life." She had been in his head when Bagoas went overboard, after all. Or at least broadcast to him.

"Just thinking I may need to do a bit of what Mick is. Much as I would rather not turn into a creature, I may need it later."

He turns his head, watching her with a hooded gaze.

"Remind me why I gave you my shorts?"

She's wearing the strapless bikini that was beneath the sunshirt. Again, because the hatch hates her, it is smaller than she'd have chosen for herself. "I was indelicate on the ship because it was an emergency. I don't have to be so blunt about things."

Madelyne looks down at him and takes a moment to wring out her hair before she levitates the shirt toward her to put on over the not much she's wearing, "Because otherwise I'll have enough of a headache to become delirious. No one needs a delirious telepath."

"You did what you had to," he said, not taking the chance she might feel bad about it all. Not that. "You saved him, that's all that matters," he said, nodding once. He looked a bit dizzy for a moment before nodding again.

"No wait, you don't need the shirt either," he said, being a lech because it was better than being heat sick and noticing how tantalizing the water smelt on her skin.

"The sun disagrees with me. Not as much as it seems to disagree with you, though." For the moment, she'll stay with just the shirt since fabric sticking when she's wet is not something she wants to deal with just this moment.

"Are you going to be okay?

"Maybe you're part of my blood," he said dryly, smirking. "Or, you know, redhead. Can you imagine how horrible it is for someone like me with red hair," he asked, trying to sound light hearted and teasing.

"I'm pushing for okay, yeah," he admitted. "I should... Just... Yeah." He frowned slightly. "Right. Okay."

"A vampire clone? Don't you think I'd be pushing the bounds of credulity at that point?" Madelyne settles not too far from where he is, looking concerned.

"Is there anything you need? Can I help?"

Despite his exhaustion, Josef flinched at that. "Hate that word," he admitted in a low voice, shaking his head. "Everyone here knows and I still get nervous because speaking of it is a death sentence. And I was the one that ordered the execution," he admitted.

Josef laughed softly. 'You don't want to ask that."

"Is there something you'd rather I say?"

Madelyne looks over at Josef and arches a brow, "Well, I already did."

He shrugged, shaking his head. "Whatever you want to call it. Just... My world? There was a code of silence and protection. To protect ourselves and the f... mortals. Weird being outed here, even if I outed myself.

He watched her a long time. "I don't ask beautiful women for a donation before even the first date," he joked.

"I understand, on some level. Some mutants can hide and some can't and those of us that can, well... Some of us hide and some of us don't."

Madelyne looks back at him, blushing a little at that, "Well. I...." She pauses, "Wha... a date? And... if you need... I mean... I'm not handling this very well am I?"

"We all hide for the ability to protect ourselves. You know how people can be, I bet," he said softly, considering what being mutant must be like in her room if some look to hide while others can't.

He actually smiled then, pushing himself to sit up with the a bit of the reserves of energy he was hoarding. "You're handling it amusingly, though not poorly. "Yes, I do need it no. No I'm not asking you for it but we can discuss it. Yes a date," he said, softly and patiently.

"There aren't so many people here that I can't block them all out. It isn't like that at home."

Madelyne is distracted from the whole blood and date thing by talking about what she knows, talking about her powers.

"I.... Well." She pauses, pressing her lips together, trying to figure out what comes next. "I hope that's not a requirement - the date part."

"How bad is it in a real city," he asked, leaning forward and watching her curiously.

It was a learning experience for him, especially after she moved him.

He was quiet for a long time. "You'd rather donate the blood than go out on a date with me? I wonder if I should be offended," he said, offering a smile.

"It can be overwhelming, especially if all of them are thinking something similar or feeling something similar."

There is a deeper blush, "That's not what I meant. Here, on the island, I mean, we can't go on a date first if you need to eat now, right? I just..."

"Do you hear everyone? Not just humans or mutants but everyone? What about animals," he asked, being truly serious in his curiosity.

Now there she did have logic. Part of Josef wanted to refuse and find Bagoas but, in the end, he was feeling the heat and he was pampered and suffering.

"It is mostly me using it to ask you on a date if we ever get somewhere with, you know, date places," he said softly. "Not that I'm not... enduring the heat badly but..."

"Normally it is like white noise. Though on bad days, anyone who is feeling strongly comes through in sharp spikes. The Extras are all nonsense. It hurts a little to listen to them for long."

Madelyne pauses and tilts her head to the side, "Animals... sometimes but they're quieter, harder to hear."

"..... Oh. Don't you ... Aren't you and Bagoas together?"

He actually winced at that. "I think they would be the worst," he said. "Th Extras and the noise they make." He had gotten used to ignoring them, after all.

"Huh. I wasn't sure. Says a lot. About animals, that is."

He fell silent at that, considering just how to answer that. He wasn't sure himself.

"We... I consider it courting," he admitted, being as honest as he could. In truth this whole being honest thing was confusing as hell to him but, for now, it seemed to work best. "We're close and..." He took words from Bagoas. "We hold a deep fondness for one another. Beyond that..." He frowned a bit, trying to work it out himself fully. "I don't know what we are. He's special to me," he said, closing his eyes and leaning back against the tree. "I think you knew that."

"They... They don't sound like normal people, so they're easier to block out. Their thoughts don't make any sense and is like strange babbling. So, I can separate them more easily."

Madelyne moves over toward him and the tree, "It sounds like you need to figure that out, between the two of you before you ask anyone out on a date." There is a smile on her face, partially teasing him but also partially relieved that she doesn't have to worry about that whole date thing.

"That's not the true issue at hand, though, is it?"

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