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raiamods ([personal profile] raiamods) wrote in [community profile] ethyraia2021-07-08 08:18 pm

HATCHING LOG 002

WHO: All PCs
WHAT: New characters arrive on Ethyraia and settle in at the Basecamp!
WHEN: July 8th onward
WHERE: Basecamp Leviathan
NOTES/WARNINGS: Potential character nudity, violence, trypophobia (images) as well as light mentions of gore, alcohol and drug-use.


HATCHING LOG 002 ❀
CONTENT WARNINGS: potential character nudity, violence, trypophobia (images) as well as light mentions of gore, alcohol and drug-use, light aphrodisiac effects (optional), and references to mass death.

Players who participated in our TDM are welcome to keep their CR and the content of those threads. Please make sure to chat this out on the OOC intro & CR meme before making assumptions. Please take your time reading the hatching and basecamp bullets, as some items have been altered or expanded.

❀ HATCHING


This time, the Adamant's survivors are ready. When the Hatchlings arrive, they are no longer held at gunpoint or the tip of a spear. They are helped up, taken to the showers, given time to clean themselves.

They are still quarantined for a few days — albeit in a more comfortable setting. An area of the Theatre has been set up with emergency bunking and privacy screens. Each bunk has a small bundle of amenities on it — a change of clothing (that may be too big or too small, too fine or too plain, feel free to swap!) and what precious else can be spared, including a small tube of protein paste. Given that the theater doubles as a childcare center for the basecamp, your character may find that any toddler-aged children will stare hungrily at these tubes!

Ensign Ashley Porter flits about this emergency station at all hours, chatting amicably at people. Explaining the situation. He's reasonably certain it's his fault — the entire 'hatching' process seemed to start after he tripped one day and fell into the Central Chrysalis. This disturbance must have triggered the process of pulling in people from other universes. He's terribly sorry and will say he understands if people want to be angry at him or hate him for it. He also makes mention of the fact that some people have found personal items if they return to the Chrysalis — in eggs, like the ones they woke up in.

The Hatchlings are given a few days to acclimate, and then they are expected to contribute to the duties around camp. The day-to-day life in Basecamp Leviathan is not glamorous. Repairs are always needing to be done, food is always needing to be made, dishes always needing to be washed. Anyone with specialized skills will probably be snapped up by a division before too long!

A few notes:
☆ Your character will at some point be pulled aside and asked about where they're from, what year, any personal information they wish to share, etc. This is no longer described as an 'interrogation' as with the first set of Hatchlings. It's now more of a chat. Captain Childe has deferred this duty to her various underlings, and she will likely not make an appearance here unless a Hatchling says or does something very interesting or meaningful.

☆ The NPCs will be as forthcoming about how the Hatchlings have arrived and what they know about the Chrysalis as possible. Unfortunately to both, the answer is 'not much'. They will still try to be transparent about this.

❀ EXPLORE THE BASECAMP

The Engineering Corps is always looking for new members who can contribute to some of its long term infrastructure solutions. The head of this department, Thorkil, is a large man with a booming voice who brews moonshine on the side and is the sort of bright, cheerful soul that can light up a room when he enters it. He is friendly with all the Hatchlings unless given a reason to be otherwise, and he is also very patient, gentle and understanding. If your character has demonstrated engineering skills of any coat or color (mechanical? electrical? outdated by hundreds of years? more advanced by a millennium?) please expect that Thorkil will ask if they'd be willing to help out!

The Security Division is headed up by a rather unpleasant man named Rémi. He neither wants nor, in his opinion, needs the help of the Hatchlings, but he's perfectly willing to let them risk their lives instead of the lives of his people where leaving the basecamp is concerned. Little wonder, most of his division has been chewed up and spit out by the harsh conditions on Ethyraia — can one blame him for being a little protective? If anyone asks about helping here, he's going to respond scornfully and dismissively. However, some of the Hatchlings have earned enough of his goodwill that he will consider, consider letting people have a weapon from Security's stores if they're leaving the Basecamp. (Carrying of non-Hatchling weapons is forbidden within the basecamp itself, so please be mindful!)

The Theatre is another venue that one could help out with — there are stories to be told! The current production is a classic, She Kills Monsters by Qui Nguyen. However, after performing this for the thessyx at the talent show, the theater department is moving onto their next show — Procyonate, for which there are many props to build. As the only truly fortified building in the Basecamp, the theatre doubles as a place to care for children (most of the 'young' survivors are between 13-19 now, but babies have been born to the survivors since their crash-landing!) there is also a need for anyone who excels with toddler care. They are also looking for anyone who can sing, write music, or play instruments. Such people will be hastily recruited and put to work!

The Aid Station is being run by a very harried woman named Sunya Hyacinth, who fits the description of 'overworked and underpaid' to a T. She doesn't have time to reach out to any recruits, but if you wander into the Aid Station you might find yourself being put to work. Just be careful — if she decides you have higher accreditation than she does, she might just decide to dump her practice on your lap for a week so she can go take a vacation! Standard injuries you may see include acid burns, broken bones, and bad cuts and gashes out of the engineering department who's hard at work repairing the sink holes around the base. Some of the 'ill' being treated will also have psychological effects. PTSD is common, and there are no officially 'trained' counsellors, just people who try to listen and help.

The Sanitation Department handles a lot of the day-to-day cleaning that involves sewage, garbage, et al. After all, it's a dirty job, but someone has to do it! Not only will they take just about anyone, but if they warm up to you they'll let you in on a little secret... they've totally started an underground green house where they're growing some interesting plants...

(pot, it's pot).

The Communications Department is headed up by the AI Cartagena, and helps with disseminating useful information to the population, as well as managing the intranet and its infrastructure. Cartagena will be quick to point out (cheerfully) that they don't get days off and would love for someone else to make announcements once in a while! A small group of the communications department is also hard at work on a distress signal, persevering in the belief that someone will come looking for the wayward Adamant.

The Agriculture department could always use a few new green thumbs around their little hydroponic garden units, and of course the Mess Hall is in dire need of someone who can make ten pounds of questionable protein paste taste palpable...

Otherwise, the daily grind in Ethyraia seems to be fairly... well, grind-y. People wake early to manage their chores in the early hours, everyone breaks during the hot hours of the afternoon to nap or lounge around, sometimes they take in the daily movie at the Theatre, and then it's back to work for the afternoon shift. People generally work from 7 AM to 11 AM, and then have between 11 AM and 3 PM 'off' (with the exception of anyone on KP duty) and then work again until 11 PM. Exceptions are: each person's designated 'days off', or recovery time from injuries/etc. Ideally, the Adamant's survivors will work 4 days and has 3 off in a week, but oftentimes this is cancelled due to need.

While it's not mandatory that the Hatchlings work, those that don't 'pull their weight' so to speak will find themselves being increasingly shunned by the community, and the quality of their rations and their overall care will decrease. There isn't enough to go around on the best days, much less when someone isn't contributing at all!

What goes on at the base for me to engage with?:
You are free to invent NPCs to have (minor) antagonistic clashes with, or who can flag down your character to assist with something, or who you can have to help 'rescue' on a mission outside the Leviathan. We want to give players as much freedom as we can within the structure of the game, and we would rather people not feel limited.

What else can I do?:
There is no one keeping your character physically at the Basecamp! If they would like to leave and go exploring on their own, that is perfectly welcome. For the sake of the TDM, we would ask that anyone choosing this option refrain from asking us any in-depth questions — we will happily collaborate with people once they're in the game.

A few additional notes:
☆ If your character leaves the basecamp and wanders outside the Leviathan, they may begin to notice that what they perhaps took as a giant cave is actually an enormous dragon. Everything they see that seems 'human made' will look varying levels of worn down, patched, repaired and patched again. This is not a place of prosperity and happiness. Many people are recently injured, or have new scars or missing limbs.

☆ For any 'missions' or such happening outside the basecamp, please refer to our plot engagement page! We are always willing to work with players to facilitate storylines for their characters. However, please keep in mind our time limitations on major tier plots.

☆ If you think your character wouldn't be interested in helping or pitching in, that's fine! However, please be aware of the consequences that will follow — a decrease in NPC esteem, support, etc. The NPCs understand that the Hatchlings didn't ask to be here, but they simply do not have the resources or manpower to accommodate for anyone who doesn't want to work or assist in engaging with local infrastructure. Your character will not be ICly ousted from the basecamp, but they will experience a poorer quality of food and little social engagement from the NPCs. Even Captain Childe picks up a trenching tool with the best of them!

❀ A DEPARTURE AND A BIG PROBLEM



Unfortunately, the thessyx clear out of the basecamp shortly after witnessing the second hatching, before the new children of the leviathan are cleared of quarantine. Their exit is prompt and quiet, their visit clearing like the end of a summer rain. They do not make the rounds for goodbyes, but simply remove themselves graciously from their hosts' camp.

However, even after their departure, the basecamp is abuzz with questions about the thessyx. How had they known the hatchlings arrived? What did they mean about chosen? While some are markedly suspicious and moody about the special treatment afforded to the hatchlings by their long-term neighbors, most of the Adamant survivors have been strongly influenced by the generosity and composure of those hatchlings who shared their food during the feast and who represented the hatchlings during the meeting with Childe. Word gets around!

The theater folks pack up their talent show, which culminated in a rousing performance of Tristan and Yseult that brought tears to the thessyx's eyes (or would have, if they had tear ducts). The art installations, however, remain. New paintings hang and new sculptures stand in the streets, plazas, and public spaces near the theater and the bunks.

Failing considerable progress in his extermination campaign, Rémi and the security force stay busy reluctantly adopting the hatchlings' plan to funnel any stray lingering 'shredder moles' (their new names) from the basecamp as they crop out of the various sinkholes. They use a two-pronged attack to steer the moles in the right direction: they use strong-smelling cleaning chemicals to divert the moles from high-value areas like the mess hall, aid station, and bunks; and they use metal plates to create temporary tunnels that funnel the critters on the fastest route between the sink hole and the edge of camp, where they can scamper off to join their surviving friends.

However, many of the critters are dead, some of the animal corpses divided between the aid station and the engineering department that would seek to do science on them. In medical, they're trying to better understand the anatomy of the critters and develop an understanding of the natural wildlife on this planet that could help them develop antidotes for various poisons and so forth. Similarly, engineering is interested in making use of their hides for greater safety for the Adamant's survivors, but it seems like the grunt work of figuring out how to separate the impenetrable hides from the carcasses is left to the newbies. The rest of the engineering department has bigger fish to fry — the giant holes appearing all over the base.

All hands are on deck from engineering volunteers as Thorkil tries to rally an effort to fortify the very ground beneath the basecamp where the shredder moles had tunneled. This project will continue for the remainder of the month and involve some particular efforts by innovative hatchlings like Ian, but also more traditional approaches like soil fills, new concrete pours, and the erecting of support beams that dig deeper into the earth beneath the steel plates of the basecamp's flooring.

Anyone with engineering who isn't working on this project is charged with helping with the fortifications of the theater, which is the de facto emergency shelter, or repairing the showers to prevent the loss of too much desalinated water. Regardless, the basecamp is thoroughly under construction in most of its major community areas. Basketball games are cancelled for the foreseeable future!

Life around the basecamp:
☆ More than fifty people were injured in sinkhole incidents in total. Things are pretty crazy around the aid station right now. Most of them were only moderately injured — broken bones, deep cuts, that kind of thing.

☆ More mouths to feed mean tighter belts! People may notice their rations in the mess hall shrinking this month while the outreach department works on recalibrating what's safe to share following the intrusion of the shredder moles and the arrival of all the hatchlings.

☆ A holiday called Unwara is on the 22nd! Community prayer services are offered at one of the temples in the basecamp. The prayers center around the relationship between rain and the first harvest (obviously there will be no such harvest on Ethyraia, but this religion emerged on Earth between 2100 and 2800). Celebrants will be dressed in their finest and may be sharing zwetschgendatschi with their neighbors. Late on the 22nd, they'll be serving freshly prepared strips of goat jerky with anyone who joins them in their evening prayers.

☆ With the gymnasium shut down, people are playing soccer (or football) in the streets. It's becoming a bit of a rowdiness problem. It's probably just the heat making people stir crazy.

Kainé, Zeta, Lottie, 9S, 2B, Kaz, Lys, and Maria Juliana have vanished, leaving behind allergy medication, makeup, a bible, rosary beads, five two swords (one two-handed), a hunting knife, two pods for combat assistance, two spears, a radio transmitter, some clothes, a walking cane with a crow's head, a deck of playing cards, and a jeweled hairpiece. Unless someone claims it (please drop a note in Mod Questions if you do), the community outreach department will be collecting and redistributing these items.

❀ RESEARCH OPPORTUNITY

When they finally get a few minutes around the aid station towards the end of the week and most of the injuries have cleared out or been dressed and redressed, one of the aid workers who had done an autopsy on the shredder moles puts out a job posting on the network:

WANTED: BRAVE SOULS WITH AN EYE FOR ADVENTURE TO INVESTIGATE SHREDDER MOLE HABITATS. COME TO AID STATION FOR MORE DETAILS.

Anyone who answers the advertisement will find the aid worker busily tying clean bandages on some of the worst cases of the sinkhole incidents. The tall and broad-chested nonbinary individual will explain that someone needs to trace back the source of the shredder moles and figure out where they're living so that it's easier for the engineers and xenobiologists to team up and make sure they don't wind up digging back under.

This mission would entail following the shredder moles' tracks back to their homes, charting some of their observable behavior (WITHOUT, they emphasize, INTERFERING WITH THE TUNNELS) especially with regards to diet, and reporting back.

A few notes:
☆ You can feel free to handwave involvement in this mission, but if you'd like specific details about the shredder moles beyond what has been added to the bestiary, feel free to ask!

☆ Only characters who have established a positive rapport with Rémi will get access to rain shields for this mission, so make sure to group up with someone who's done their time kissing ass to Security!

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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-07-10 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
( He shoots Steve a look, though it's lacking any real heat. It's the obligatory Face he's supposed to pull when Steve gives him shit for something. )

We agreed never to talk about that.

( No, they did not. Bucky agreed to never talk about it — firmly insisted, in fact — but if memory serves Steve made no such promise. All the same, he's gonna act like they did.

It's not terribly unlike Coney Island, in that there's a couple of little red pockmarks dotting his right arm now. He stops, twisting it around to get a better look at it with a sigh.
)

What're the odds this is some kind of alien poison ivy?

( Follow-up question right on its heels, maybe more important: )

You get poison ivy since the whole...

( You know. Upgrade thing. He hasn't had the opportunity, they gotta be immune right? )
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[personal profile] lapideity 2021-07-10 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
Tea would be amazing. [zhongli sighs wistfully, but he has to remind himself to not ask for too much, and he settles for the water (?) in the little cup he's given, swishing it around as he watches.] But I'm well aware that it's a luxury, and not a need.

So you don't need to answer that seriously.
fossils: (pic#10792283)

[personal profile] fossils 2021-07-10 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ His raised eyebrows and slight, wry smirk are surely pleading either innocence or ignorance in the matter.

With a tilt of his head he squints at the marks, his expression sobering just slightly. ]


Still allergic to cats.

[ (which may as well be psychosomatic, so hey, the serum doesn't fix everything)

Anyway— ]


Is it itching?
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-07-10 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ His apologetic, half-shouldered shrug indicates he'd help him out there if he could, but the guy's not wrong. He taps his comms device though, tilting his head to one side. ]

Can't hurt to ask on the network, or around camp. Someone might've figured out a substitute by now.

[ Not a tea drinker himself. He's been living off the stale coffee. ]
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[personal profile] lapideity 2021-07-10 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[zhongli bows his head in thanks.] I'll keep that in mind.

[except there's still one more problem, and he's unsure if he should admit to it. then again, he has time. he quite a bit of it, really. unlike earlier, he couldn't really ask what the network is, or how it works, or really how he's supposed to be using it.]

But I confess, I don't know what this "network" is. From what I've gathered, it's long-distance communication, but I've often put ink to parchment or paper for that, back in my home.
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-07-10 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
( A lovely return look reads something to the tune of I'm not stupid; he knows your dumb face and the dumb expressions you're making. What's more, he knows you know he knows, so it's really more about that.

Something about this stupid exchange brings on a gentle brush of fondness, an appeal that he diligently keeps out of his expression because god knows he can't be caught encouraging this behavior. Still, it's enough to rob the last of the irritation out of him, so when he studies the pockmarks it's more scrutinizing than annoyed.

He shakes his head.
)

Nah, it just stings for a second. Not really like a rash, more like a thorn bush or somethin'.

( He shifts a little, angling their bodies closer so he can hold his forearm up on display. )

How are you not getting hit by-

( He stops abruptly, eyes flicking past Steve into the empty woods. It's a tune, he's faintly catching it on the breeze. Something familiar, just fading into audible range. Crooning, and... strangely, with the muffled and faintly scratchy sound of a record player. His brow knits up. )

You hearing music right now?
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-07-10 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Doesn't need to see it on his face to feel it himself, that same faint warmth from their back and forth. Makes it feel less like pretending nothing's still off center between them.

Omelettes'd be worth the equivalent of stomping through scratchy brambles, if that's all. God knows they've been dumb and desperate before for less. His frowns deepens a bit as he examines the welts a little more closely, reaching for his arm by the wrist to turn it. Starts replying as Bucky trails off. ]


— probably cuz I'm not getting handsy — [ and trails off himself, glancing up with a cocked eyebrow. ]

No?

[ He actually listens, though. An alien monarch came to them in their dreams and they're walking through a jellyfish forest right now. Music? Sure, why not? But he doesn't hear anything besides the faint ringing in his ears from the headache he's got. ]
Edited 2021-07-10 09:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-07-10 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
( couldn't say which is more distracting: the music, or the way Steve's hand makes the hair on his arm stand on end a little. goosebumps, a soft flush of prickling awareness that threads up to his shoulder. the subconscious acknowledgement that they haven't been all that tactile lately, maybe that's why it feels so grounding.

turns out to definitely be the music; if he were a dog his ears'd be pointing straight up right now. the melody picks up a little, and he can finally start to pick out words.
)

Shh- hang on-

( An absent murmur while he focuses. )

I know that song. It's, um--

( the fundamental things apply...
as time goes by


He motions vaguely, struggling to pull the memory to the forefront for a second.

Snaps his fingers when it finally hits.
)

Casablanca. You seriously can't hear that?
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camp

[personal profile] lapideity 2021-07-10 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The earth without water will turn brittle and crumble... but will still endure, even without it. [responding to a simple question with a winding proverb? that's how zhongli rolls.

still, he smiles at the obvious concern being directed at him by a stranger, straightening in the middle of his work on closing sinkholes and tunnels, stabbing his shovel into the ground.]


But I appreciate the concern nonetheless.
trassel: (43.)

bird's eye view.

[personal profile] trassel 2021-07-10 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Greetings, friend.

[ — is how Matthias always greets him, upon spotting the dark feathers. Not a native bird, and not Eivor's raven, he's quite certain. He's been taking notes, just in case another creature like the churchgriffin shows up. ]

[ Satisfied he's been seen, and in no need of acknowledgement, he makes himself comfortable, Trass some distance away, on watch. To the crow, again, ]

We will not be here long, but we have water. If you want to come and share.
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[personal profile] pridecroweth 2021-07-10 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
just how many people greet crows as a friend? mostly they're seen as nuisance birds, chased off or yelled at.

someone with a wolf, he supposes.

he maintains his distance, head cocked to one side. he can fake being a true bird, but he's not bothering to be particularly careful about concealing the intelligence behind his eyes. he hops forward, a little nearer, in a sort of sideways manner. clacks his beak a couple times.

water would be nice, yes.
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[personal profile] pridecroweth 2021-07-10 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
his eyebrows go way, way up. that is definitely not even on his list of responses he expected, and this man works with teenagers for a living, who at any given moment will say things like yeet on fleek, fam or talk exhaustively about how shaggy could defeat some supervillain in the latest round of superhero movies.

sam just kinda leans on his shovel.


Last I checked, rocks didn't breathe.

he says it mildly, but if the guy insists — hey, who's he to stop him? it's a free... alien planet, he supposes.
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[personal profile] fortyforged 2021-07-10 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Awesome. I will do that. Thanks!
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-07-10 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Most people. But he's only ever had friends among the birds that came along with them when training out on the ice. And Matthias already ranks animals as much easier and more pleasant to be around. They do not need him to speak another language, to worm his way through strange differences and stranger people. If you feed a creature and are kind to it, that's enough. ]

[ He's unfazed by the clear look of intelligence, and chooses to draw a small water bottle out, unscrewing the cap and filling it, offering it out, so there's still comfortable distance between them. ]

Quite thirsty?

[ He smiles, gently, pleased it's come to investigate him if nothing else. ]

Don't worry. Take as much as you need.
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research opportunity

[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-07-10 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
she hardly seems like an ideal candidate for a mission. she's dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, hair bound up in a two-toned disaster, yellow polish still flaking off her nails. but she's serious enough, and asked all the right questions in the briefing. books, covers, etc.

at his question, she shrugs:


Acid rain. It only seems to penetrate a few inches down. We get the normal sort too, but it seems like we're sort of in a drought right now.

she tilts her head faintly.

How can you tell?

she doesn't doubt him — there have been more things in her life between heaven and earth than a guy who can sense tunnels in the ground, but it does help her to figure out how this might play out.
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ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴀʟ ᴡᴀʟʟ

[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-07-10 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
sleep is an elusive creature, slipping through her fingers like sand. she knows when to give up on lost causes, and it's why she wanders through the camp. there are people doing nightshift work, but the bulk of the bustle happens in the day. she's glad for the reprieve — people here are starting to stare at the 'hatchlings' almost as much as people sought out the avengers for autographs back home.

she doesn't announce herself, just falls in beside him. works quietly, though much of what she's doing is mimicking him. she doesn't have the skills for this.

at length,


Can't sleep?

she says it lightly, more joke than statement of fact. it's true of both of them.
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[personal profile] pridecroweth 2021-07-10 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
he sidles closer in a sort of skipping motion, and circles warily so he keeps both human and wolf in his view. then, satisfied, he drinks from the cap. he actually is parched — he's never flown in this sort of heat before. even in afghanistan and iraq, he'd put his shifting away.

so he drains the cap and then picks it up with one clawed foot, hopping closer to deposit it back in matthias' hand. a peck to the water bottle clearly indicates he would in fact like more.
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[personal profile] trassel 2021-07-10 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Trass largely ignores them. He's curious, Matthias sees him turn his head just once, but he stays away. The moles were problem enough, it's been hard to get used to them still coming up now and then. And there's a new crow on top of it? Pffff. ]

Hm?

[ He had been looking in his jacket for something, and holds out an outstretched hand to accept the empty cap. Already? But he pours more without hesitation and offers it again. ]

You must be tired as well, if you are so thirsty...

[ Glancing up, looking at the best place for a nest... ]
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[personal profile] pridecroweth 2021-07-10 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
he drags the cap a short distance away, just beyond arm's reach. he likes matthias well enough, but there's liking people and trusting them. he liked simbria once upon a time, too.

the second cap is drank more slowly, as sam watches him. at the comment about being tired, he lets out a very birdlike huff. he's fine, thank you.

after he's had his fill of this water, he hops backwards, feathers ruffled up. he sits a few moments, and then wings away.

but not indefinitely.

after several minutes of his absence, he brings something back: a piece of crystal from high-up on the dragon's back. it's a small piece, but it glitters marvelously in the light. sam has it in his beak, and he hops in close to matthias to get his attention.
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[personal profile] pridecroweth 2021-07-10 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd like to put dibs on a sword, please! c:
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[personal profile] fossils 2021-07-10 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Haha awesome, good to know :> Thank you!
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[personal profile] freightcars 2021-07-10 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( it's peaceful, actually. she steps in, he makes room, watches her watch him, hands over the tools she needs to emulate. all wordlessly for a while, seamless. it's companionable enough that he isn't even particularly startled by the eventual question, nor all that defensive about it. )

We're having irreconcilable differences. It's a mutual separation.

( he sighs it out unhappily, then pauses only for a second go glance over and assess her. puts his eyes right back to the task at hand for the return question. )

What about you?
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[personal profile] dissemblance 2021-07-10 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
they are both creatures of violence made calm. some of that calm is learned. some has been taught. she thinks, not for the first time, about coney island.

The guy two hammocks down from me thinks he's real subtle about she makes a casual, offhand gesture that's impossible to mistake as anything but what she means, jerking off. you know. He isn't, for the record.

whether it's true or not isn't what matters. she's still figuring him out, and that means prodding at him from a variety of angles.

Decided to give the poor guy some privacy.

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