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Glitch ([personal profile] aintnoconvict) wrote in [community profile] 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.

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~.
dustandhope: (Looking)

[personal profile] dustandhope 2012-07-17 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
"My subtle attempt of return humour about a lack of all organs obviously missed the spot. I'm still not used to socialising much. Killing's much easier. You know where you stand with slavering monsters."
smecker: (textless - red - stare - mad hope)

[personal profile] smecker 2012-07-23 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe if you had a smile to take my cues off it'd be easier," Paul answered with a shrug.

"And yeah, slavering monsters are easier. Gotta say that much for Taxon, you usually know who the bad guys are."
dustandhope: (Raziel)

[personal profile] dustandhope 2012-07-28 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably. I miss having a mouth. Or a jaw. Less so the internal organs, my ribcage makes useful storage space."
smecker: (bitch please - stare)

[personal profile] smecker 2012-07-28 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Paul squinted sideways at mister-tea-and-crumpets-normality there.

"...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.
dustandhope: (Default)

[personal profile] dustandhope 2012-07-29 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"The thing which beeps and flashes and shows people. I keep it amongst the leather that once was muscle and tendon."
smecker: (smoking - glasses - dose me up)

[personal profile] smecker 2012-07-30 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
"...you carry your tablet in your ribcage." Paul's torn between being vaguely appalled and being terribly delighted.

"What, is there a handy little slot to shove it in so it doesn't fall out? Do you wedge it between two ribs?"
dustandhope: (Away)

[personal profile] dustandhope 2012-07-30 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
"That thing," he agrees. "No. There's taut leather, I feel no pain, so a bit of pushing doesn't hurt me. I'm dead."

He reaches for Paul's wrist, apparently intent on letting him feel.
smecker: (evil stare - quite possibly psychotic)

[personal profile] smecker 2012-07-30 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
A lot of the bizarre freakishness of Raziel has worn off for Paul, since their first meeting-- not all of it, no, occasionally he still has to fight the urge to stare-- but either way, he doesn't flinch away when Raziel reaches for his hand.

"This I have to see. I've poked a lot of corpses but never those who could poke back."
dustandhope: (Two faces)

[personal profile] dustandhope 2012-07-30 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
Raziel's claws are firm, hard, but decidedly not bone. There's flex in them as he curls them around Smecker's wrist and guides his hand to under his rib cage, to poke inside.

Sure enough, shoved in against strained tendons and bone, there is a tablet.

"That depends entirely on the type of poking you do."
smecker: (Red)

[personal profile] smecker 2012-07-30 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep, okay, his fingers are reaching through the dessicated flesh until they find the smoothness of plastic (or whatever it is the tablet is made of exactly). Huhhh.

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?"
dustandhope: (Default)

[personal profile] dustandhope 2012-07-31 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Thousands of years in the base of a whirlpool, and sinking through to the spectral realm, where there is no water. I have little idea why my corpse persists in appearing in this manner, but I cannot change it, whatever shell I inhabit."
smecker: (strangely happy)

[personal profile] smecker 2012-08-02 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Paul draws his hands back because it's either that or start poking and picking at everything and he sort of doubts that would go over well.

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."
dustandhope: (Away)

[personal profile] dustandhope 2012-08-03 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Raziel clearly pulls the o_O face at Smecker. It's hard to say how. "I'm not sure I like that idea. I'm not the entertainment."
smecker: ("Hell is empty...")

[personal profile] smecker 2012-08-04 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, Blue, if you're gonna say things that have two possible options-- my gaping in mind-blown, slack-jawed staring, or my going that shit is high-larious-- I'm gonna take the latter.

"But I'll watch other people do the slack-jawed staring."
dustandhope: (Looking)

[personal profile] dustandhope 2012-08-05 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Raziel smiles again, eye sockets crinkling up despite the lack of jaw and mouth to show it. He has a surprisingly expressive set of blank sockets. "I will confess a degree of pleasure in shocking others."
smecker: (stare - sssymbolism - oh fer chrissake)

[personal profile] smecker 2012-08-07 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd never have guessed, given our first meeting," Paul deadpans back.

"So do I, but I have to work at it a damn lot harder."
dustandhope: (Default)

[personal profile] dustandhope 2012-08-07 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Raziel makes that shake that suggests maybe a laugh. "It's easier when one is an animated corpse from the bowels of nightmares."
smecker: (textless - red - stare - mad hope)

[personal profile] smecker 2012-08-08 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Precisely. I'll just have to make do with my natural charms and not eerie-ass glowing eyes and tablets in my ribcage. Some people have allll the 'luck'."
dustandhope: (Raziel)

[personal profile] dustandhope 2012-08-09 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll swap. You can have this, and I'll have the ability to taste and feel again."
smecker: (Default)

[personal profile] smecker 2012-08-10 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not for all the what-the-fuck looks in the world, pal. Sorry."
dustandhope: (Default)

[personal profile] dustandhope 2012-08-11 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He shrugs. Not like he expected it, or could actually make good on the offer. "Well, it was worth the brief thought."
smecker: (strangely happy)

[personal profile] smecker 2012-08-13 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I won't argue that."

Paul ponders the coconut, that he can rest it in the coals and cook the coconut meat as it stands. Maybe. Not like he's ever tried it before. Carefully he sets it down in the stones at the edge, uses a stick to nudge it in closer.

"I'm gonna go see if I can find some spices."