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taxonomites2012-06-25 11:27 am
aintnoconvict) wrote in taxonomites2012-06-25 11:27 am
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~.
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
"It doesn't sound so different from the customs of my world, though a man would hardly court a eunuch in a formal manner. We are...personal diversions; living embodiments of amusement and companionship and camaraderie. However, before I bring a dark cloud over your head, of course we are much more besides."
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
Even as he said the words, Josef tensed. Slight but there. At least until Bagoas assured him it was different. "Good. I wouldn't want you thinking I was only here for the physical diversion of your body. I've seen your body from the beginning, and comely as it is," he said, hand moving to cup Bagoas' cheek.
"It was your mind and personality that I saw through our letters that has truly captured my heart and mind," he said, speaking openly, his voice only slightly caring the tiniest hint of an accent from the youth.
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
"Forgive my amusement and perhaps ill-placed candour," he murmurs, fingers flexing gently over Josef's chest. "But were you only interested in what earthly pleasures I could bring, you would have made that clear from the start. You are a businessman, as you call it, a merchant of many years' experience... You know I cannot be bought. Therefore, this is obviously not a matter of services rendered."
Turning his head slightly, he presses a soft kiss to the palm of Josef's hand. "You are sweet for wanting to reassure me, but I swear there is no need. Your letters have told me more than enough."
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
“The truth is, I don’t tend to spend time seeking out earthly pleasures. At least not of that kind. The one I have sought over the years, you willingly offered.” And even now he thought he could still taste him on his lips as if it had just been a moment before.
Josef shivers at the kiss, eyes closing for a moment. “Maybe I like assuring you just how special you are to me. I haven’t had many chances for that.” And he would always regret not telling it to Sarah enough. He wouldn’t take that chance again.
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
What's more, he is becoming increasingly remiss of his duties, in finding it more and more difficult to keep his eyes open and on the fire. Slowly, his breathing evens out, and his voice becomes less articulate despite his diction.
"I've grown...very fond of you, Josef. You're very special in my eyes as well. I suppose it's only proper that it's mutual. I'd be terribly disappointed if it were not."
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
Josef says not a word about him falling asleep. He would stay and watch. With Azkadellia there with him, he will pay attention and watch and ensure that Bagoas' duty is done.
"Then don't be disappointed at all. You're the first one to open my heart in nearly a million years. Must say something about how amazing you are," he murmured, head dipping to kiss his temple.
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
"Let us call it an age, lest I be forced to call you a liar, in which case we'll both be disappointed. No," he sighs, hand stilling over Josef's heart.
"That simply would not do. The wise man sits on the hole in his carpet, Josef."
Re: [Jungle/Beach at dusk]
Some days four hundred years felt like a lifetime, others it was merely a blink of the eyes.
He frowned a bit at that, not sure if Bagoas had just insulted himself or not. "What exactly does that mean?"
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
"It means that one will make a better impression on others by hiding one's shortcomings. If one has not the means to change, one may still employ a bit of cunning.
"In this case," he says softly, breaths coming deep and measured and slow. "It means I'm...prone to listening too keenly to what is said. I watch too closely, and when I see or hear something that sits ill with my perception of matters, I immediately begin suspecting sinister plots."
One finger taps softly over Josef's breastbone. "I may not have the means to buy a new carpet; change my disposition or habits; but I may hide it from my guests. Do you see?"
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
“I am a man known for his sinister plots and a deft hand at hiding his shortcomings,” he admitted. “So I can understand why you would be wary of what I say, how I say it and what I mean,” he allowed, speaking slowly enough to choose his words carefully.
“But what I know most of all is that you never need to hide your shortcomings from me for my sake,” he said, accepting that Bagoas might wish to for his own sake.
“I want to know you. All you’ll allow me to know. Even if you think it’s a shortcoming. As for my own…” He turned his head, lightly kissing against Bagoas’ hairline. “All of my possible sinister dealings will most certainly never be cast your way. If I were to have any here in Taxon to begin with.”
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
"Such acceptance is almost enough to make me giddy, were I not so damnably tired. I trust you, dear friend."
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
He had never lived his life less than that, he wouldn't start now.
"And I you," he murmured, lips brushing his skin once more. "And I accept you because you've done the same with me. How could I give you anything less," he asked.
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]
[Jungle/Beach at dusk]