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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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"Hey, coming in over here, hope you're decent!"

There's no door to knock on, so Buffy just tries to look everywhere but where Spike might be, just in case he might be less than decent.

The rum, well, that's a peace offering. He's much more likely to need it than she does.

"I've been many things, luv, but decent isn't one of them."

Spike has pants on! It seems as though they're very recently put on but he's got those knee-high cutoff pants that are a bit too tight on right now. He's also looking healed, considering that he's just been on a boat that was destroyed by a kraken .... Well, that's a hell of a thing.

She peeks with one eye first, just in case. And then with both, with some relief.

Though really, half-naked Spike is not much better than all-naked Spike, thank you very much.

Ahem.

"Good to see that you got out of the wreck without injury."

"Captain Boy Scout hauled me out of the wreckage all wrapped up like a present. I'm better now - was pretty close with wodden sharpnel all over everywhere."

There are a few large chunks of wood near the sail wrappings that looks as though they may have been in someone until recently.

"He's really good at that rescue thing. Like it's his job or something."

Buffy wanders over and picks up one of the chunks of wood. It's stained on one end with blood.

"I'm glad he was... able to take care of you."

"He seems to think it is. I was going to be happy to wait out the day underwater but he didn't want to leave me behind." Spike rolls his eyes a little bit at that.

His brows arch up at the tone Buffy has, "He offered..."

It sounds like they're talking about something else, doesn't it?

Buffy looks around for a place to sit, finally choosing a small outcropping of rock that sticks out over the water, low enough for her toes to get wet.

A hand gets waved. She doesn't care, right?

"I don't remember us discussing any sort of exclusive blood sucking rights, so he just happened to get there before I did."

"I don't suppose we did."

Spike puts his hands on his hips, looking at Buffy as though he's expecting some sort of trap or catch, "I figured when we're still figuring out everything, that might be too much."

Is he over thinking it? Maybe.

Well, he's talking to the queen of Overthinking Everything, so it's to be expected.

"I didn't mean to make it sound like that. I..." Splish, splash, she's focusing on kicking up sprays of water.

"I'm glad you're OK. Really."

"Really?"

He seems more amused by that than anything else. After a few moments, he makes his way over to where Buffy is and settles down next to her.

"You think you're up for a moonlit walk later? Maybe give this thing a try?"

Edited 2012-07-03 04:28 (UTC)

Splash, as Buffy (possibly accidentally) kicks a little water up onto Spike's feet.

"I might just be up for that. And why are you surprised?"

"Surprised? Not surprised, luv. The world isn't throwing us together in the same way it used to do."

Spike looks over at her and smiles, "It makes a difference, not always being in each other's hair. We'll have to make an effort." There is a look in his eyes, as if he's telling the total truth but is still teasing.

"We are sharing the same castle, though. Second castle mansion thing. I am certain that at some point we can fight over who gets the bathroom next."

He gets a smile in return, and it could be a small amount of relief there that they aren't getting in each other's hair like they used to.

Edited 2012-07-03 05:05 (UTC)

"Castle mansion thingy, of course."

Spike looks over at her, leaning in toward her a bit as he does so, "I wouldn't mind fighting over the shower but I'd much rather share."

"Spike..."

She leans in close, a smile playing on her lips.

"I think that regardless of what we are, I would share if it meant hot water and soap."

"You're just saying that because you've been trapped on a ship in the middle of nowhere." The wolfish grin on his face would argue something else but he's giving her an out.

If she wants it.

She has to admit, "I would murder for a hot shower right now."

A nudge with one shoulder.

"But I wouldn't kick you out. You know that."

"I didn't, luv."

Not giving her any time to retract her statement, Spike leans in to kiss her, an arm sliding around her hips and lower back.

There's a muffled squeak of surprise, but she's not trying to get away.

Not even in the slightest.

The bottle in her hand clinks against the stone and then tumbles into the pool as she unsuccessfully tries to set it down.

Now that he's gotten here, Spike is going to take his time with this. It isn't like there is anything else much to do around here, is it? That and, more importantly, it has been a long damned time. Carefully, he picks her up and settles her on his lap, allowing him to settle both of his arm around her waist.

Her hands settle on his shoulders, one sliding to tangle in his hair.

She reluctantly pulls back after a long moment, breathing rather heavily.

"s-Sorry for the, um."

Words -- she's got them, somewhere, but everything's a little hazy.

A-ha!

"Breath! With the not having minty fresh toothpaste or a toothbrush, though there was some sort of thing involving twigs and charcoal."

"I'm not about to let a small thing like that bother me, luv." Besides, his probably isn't any better and has the added fantasticness of blood added in there somewhere. There is no room for throwing stones.

Running fingers through his hair is a new experience -- the curls aren't constrained by whatever product he normally uses.

"This makes you look younger, more... vulnerable."

"Don't let that get out. You'll ruin my rep. I worked hard for it."

Spike doesn't exactly look embarassed by it but he might, in fact, actually look a bit vulnerable, perhaps a little bashful.

"Lips are sealed. Your rep shall remain unsullied by me."

Buffy's also taking advantage of their supposed free time, with another long and lingering kiss.

[let sleeping vampires lie but only for so long]

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