Futuristic World Ended, What Do Now? [Main IC]

[Trappy]

World Ended, What Do Now?​

GM
As the last light of day is snuffed behind the thick tall branches beyond the small clearing, the inhabitants of the fledgling shelter held no doubts that it was to be a long night, one heralded by violent gusts of wind and the distant rolling of thunder. The new colonists of a scarred Earth, barely two and a half weeks outside of their cryopods, now face an outrageous amount of rain - let’s just hope this stuff isn’t radioactive or something.

Inside the ramshackle perimeter of their settlement, they rest for the night. This place isn’t exactly Fort Knox: A tall wooden wall around the small perimeter, with a staircase here and there for this night’s lookouts to use, and a few temporary housing units (see: holes in the ground with wooden roofs above). A rudimentary and shoddy place indeed, if not for the nanofabricator and transmitter in the corner, covered with proper thatched roofs; the two devices were small enough to be easily transportable, but still robust enough to do their job well (plus, they also looked shiny!).

Of course, there is also the little rover that dropped with the colonists. A small cart-sized thing on wheels, this thing automatically rolls around the place, doing stuff that it’s been programmed to do. Right now, this thing is powered down and recharging its battery next to the nanofactory.

Cozy night.

 

[Ambiloquous]

Aisha Kalashnikov

Plucking at her slightly out of tune ukulele, Aisha tried her best to time her new piece to the faraway rumbles of thunder. Her attempts weren’t quite working out the way she wanted, but it was to be expected. The thunder was too sporadic and sedate for whatever jaunty tune she was trying to play out on the strings of her instrument, and she had known it wasn’t going to go well even before testing it, but she had wanted to experiment with something new. Nighttime was boring in the wilds, and daytime held too many tasks to make anything of note; the only way to get the best of both worlds was to compose her off tune pieces at night.

She sighed, changing into strumming happy major chords instead of picking an individual melody. It was probably for the best that her violin never made it to space, considering all the wet weather and little care it would be subjected to. In a few months, maybe even a few weeks, her ukulele would also doubtless break down either through strings or the warping of the body. It was a sad thought, and she changed her key into minor to reflect that.

Sitting cross-legged on a roughly woven mat made of plant fibre with a cheap, blue uke in her lap and sheets of rain pelting the outside less than a meter in front of her, she questioned the choices that led to this scenario. What was she thinking back then? Perhaps exactly what she was thinking now. Life was shitty sometimes, but she for some wretched reason still wanted to live it.

Aisha let out a breath, too quiet to be called a sigh. “I want to eat baursaki.”

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[Breezinous]

At last, the light of day had ended for the troublesome spirit named Filip. Or at least that's what someone of a more mature, intelligent nature would say.

Enter; Filip Kawalski. A man far from being considered mature, yet debatedly intelligent. "Today was a fucking shit show, I think I got like fifty splinters," he grumbled. He had spent most of the day working around, trying to improve the fort and on watch. But now it was his time to relax with his favorite person: the rover. Though he didn't know how much the damned thing understood, he somehow grown attached to the robot thing.

"Hey buddy, you get that good charge in you, all right?" Perhaps he was going crazy due to some acid mushrooms near their camp or something, or maybe he was just stupid. Either way, the others would notice that was pretty much the only thing he was nice to. Filip yawned and sat down stiffly near it and the nanofactory, having a rather tired look on his face. A good night's rest was the plan, however, it seemed that it would be a while before that happened with the booming thunder and loud ass gusts of wind interrupting his beauty sleep.

 

[Aryasaurus]

• T a l u l l a h • N o r t h e •

Survivalist → Zoologist
• Nightfall, Main Settlement •



Talullah sat in the doorway of their shelter, slightly to the right and leaning against the frame, trying not to be in the way but also wanting to witness this storm up close and personal. She wanted to see what the rain would bring, and if it would be what she remembered, or if the years of fallout and evolution had somehow changed it - with the possibility of an acidic downfall, how could she miss this?

Aisha was plucking away at her ukulele somewhere, and Filip was once again talking to the rover. Tali gave a soft sigh and looked back at the raven-haired male. "If only you'd talk to me like that," she teased, brushing her bangs out of the way. She then turned fully, sitting on her knees before shuffling a little closer, and reaching for her backpack. "I think I have medical tweezers in my kit, do you want me to help with those splinters? It'd be a pain in the ass, and kinda inconvenient if you got an infection or something."

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[Trappy]

Henri King

While the inhabitants of the small "fort" retired from their duties and settled down, Henri was still hard at work, folding solar panels and moving them into the roofed section beside the nanofabricator. Back and forth, a dull and repetitive labour, to be sure, but harsh weather was on the horizon tonight, and Henri sure as hell wasn't taking risks on the fledgling colony's sole power supply. At least there was the vigorous (and only slightly out of tune) sounds of the uke in the air, some music to his routine.

Henri gazed towards the treetops. Lightning lit the distant skies in brilliant streaks, and not too far behind, thunder declared its arrival with a cackle. He considered the ukelele, the sweet sound of the old world, maybe the last of its kind for now, amidst nature's powerful display. A distant past that was still so fresh in his memory tugged at Henri's heartstrings. Deep down, Henri truely felt miserable, clinging onto a sweet reminiscence and utterly helpless against the harsh realities forced upon him. The question persisted since the day he stumbled out of the cryogenic pod: How did it come to this?

The Quebecois shook himself free of the thoughts. There will be a time for them, but not now. He had to brave it, if not for his sake, then the poor sods he'd found himself with. Everything wasn't too bad so far, he'd rather enjoyed the fresh air, for one. The sheer thought of being in the tight, restrictive pod for over two centuries sent a shiver down his spine.

 

[JINNI]

Castil Inoue Alfson

Castil sat, pondering on a few things as he listened to Aisha strumming her ukulele. She didn't seem to be playing any piece he knew, just some random chords, but even those sounded beautiful. Anything sounded better compared to the violent storm invading his earbuds. Castil had always disliked blaring weathers such as these, even if he was trained to work under any circumstances.

The tune suddenly stopped, and a sigh, perhaps one of disdain, escaped the ukulele player's mouth. She mentioned something about wanting a baursaki-- Castil had never made any Kazakh dishes before, but he was familiar to the fried dough scrumptious treats.

"I could take on that request, but alas, I'm out of ingredients. This storm doesn't seem to be letting up soon either," Castil spoke somewhat loudly, not letting his voice lose to the violent storm. "If," the cook added, his tone warm as he grinned from ear to ear. "If you really crave them, we could go hunt for ingredients tomorrow, if this weather doesn't persist." Food tastes better when you crave it-- Castil knew this fact all too well, from the times when he owned an Izakaya. Castil liked fulfilling his customers' cravings, it gave him a sense of pride like no other. The circumstances are a bit different now, but that didn't stop Castil from pleasing his altruistic (perhaps a bit too altruistic) instincts.

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[Ambiloquous]

Aisha Kalashnikov

Hearing Castil mention that he could make baursakis if only he had the ingredients made all her thoughts turn into fluffy, golden images of the fried food, and she turned to him with a beaming grin. Scooting a little bit closer, she sped up her strumming to at least vivace tempo and changed the key back to major.

“Sounds like it’s gonna be a fun time, and I’ll be getting the unhealthy indulgences I’m hankering for. That’s two birds with one stone!” she said, holding out one hand to shake on it while she balanced the ukulele precariously on her knees. “I’m in.”

As she said so, she happened to glance at the dingy, dreary clouds outside the crude hut again and laughed wryly. “Now, I don’t have anything against rain,” Which was a lie, but who needed to know that? “but it doesn’t look like these dismal clouds will end up blowing to someone else’s shelter before morning.”

She made a sympathetic expression, both for herself and the nice man who offered her baursakis. It was unfortunate, really. She was sure she could have wrung more junk food out of him with his passively philanthropic manner.

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[JINNI]

Castil Inoue Alfson
Castil shook Aisha's hand as she plastered a grin throughout her face, feeling the passion that she showed towards these baursakis. He didn't know if he found ingredient hunting fun or rigorous, although the end result-- him getting to cook dishes always restored any depleted vigor. "There's always the other campers-- What do we call ourselves again?" he asked, scratching his forehead. It's been about a week after they were released from cryostasis and forced to fend for themselves in this place that used to be their residence.

"Storm's here to stay, yeah," Castil responded to Aisha's take on the weather. With violent storms and lightning struck occasionally here and there, Castil just hoped this isn't the normal weather they were going to face from now onwards. Observing the change in expression from a grin to a somewhat more lax- sympathetic, if you would, the older male showed a tense expression. "At least.. at least the rain's not poisonous. Right?" unless, he thought to himself. Castil hadn't ruled out the possibility that the rain may be poisonous, but small talk here and there won't hurt anyone.

"250 years, huh?" Castil added, sighing. As far as he knew, they were explorers impeding on foreign territory. Most of the places they knew are gone, and they don't know what has been transpiring in these lands while they were gone. Their survival's been smooth sailing for a week, but that didn't mean that they were guaranteed to survive another. "Oops. Didn't mean to ruin the mood," Castil said while rubbing his hair, grinning.

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[Ambiloquous]

Aisha Kalashnikov

Aisha shrugged at his question, setting her ukulele to the side. “I have no idea. Survivors, maybe?”

The word was an apt descriptor, even if they didn’t want it to be. It was becoming increasingly clear that there was nobody else—at least nobody human, animals were more common out here than before—in the now-wilds of Earth, and a small pang darted through her chest with that thought. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t like it.

When Castil nervously questioned the state of the rain outside, Aisha laughed brightly, incongruously. “Who knows? Perhaps you’ll turn blue the moment you go out!” It wasn’t odd to think the rain might be different from what they were used to, especially with the varied creatures running around outside the base and the flora growing that no one in the settlement had seen before.

Aisha smiled and would have parroted him but for an extra line. “250 years if the records are to be believed.” And she wasn’t sure she believed it or not. Not that she completely disbelieved it either, but her opinions flip-flopped even in stable circumstances, and right now, her brain had settled on “possibly”.

As he sheepishly messed up his hair after not-really-apologizing for whatever social blunder he thought he had made, she almost wanted to give him the eye but settled on waving a hand at him instead. “Nah, you’re not ruining anything.”

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[Kabboom]

Jeanette Dushkova

Jeanette walked back into the settlement through its main door. She'd just got done setting up the traps for tonight; nothing bigger than a rabbit has dared show its face near the settlement so far, but it's better safe than sorry - bears are probably strong enough to survive 250 years of world-ending cataclysms anyway. The rainstorm was closing in anytime now, which made her extra glad that she had a little roof over her usual post where she stood guard for the night - it'll still be very chilly though. The Dushkova girl still hadn't quite gotten over the fact that at least two centuries have passed since she got frozen in a pod, and something inside her stirred as she thought of what may have happened on Earth while she was 'gone'.

In classic Jeanette fashion, she mulled the possibilities over while perched atop her little staircase near the walls, fidgeting with her Tikka T4 survival rifle - one of two survival rifles dropped alongside the group. She'd tried her best to conserve ammunition with this thing, instead relying on snares and traps to net most of the food that Castil cooks (fantastic alien food, when seasoned properly!) - but she will run out of rounds soon after that, and unless they can find a brass and sulfur mine soon to cram into the nanofabricator, Jeanette will be useless. Her spear might come into use, but...

Bah, whatever. She's still got ammo, she can relax. And besides, it's not like they're getting stormed by angry aliens soon - no really, she scouted the nearby area thoroughly, and nothing particularly threatening caught her attention. It's a peaceful night - aside from that storm heading closer.

 

[Zane]

Vivian Wolf​

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Turquoise eyes poured over the inelegant scribblings on the nanofabricated paper. Having not brought a pen or pencil in her toolkit she had resigned to using charcoal from the firepit to etch bold and at time illegible markings onto the paper. Some of it was lists and others sheets of math. The one page in particular she stared at intensely was covered corner to corner in calculations. Her charcoal stained fingers absently stroked her face as she puzzled over it. She was attempting to calculate their landing position based on what she could gather from the sun, though she was not an astrophysicist, merely an engineer. Noting added up in a way she could come up with definitively. To her chagrin, despite being pleased with her math, she wasn’t even sure of their hemisphere let alone where on earth they were. Frustratedly she rubbed her forehead painting black streaks across her face like war paint. She was used to being covered in soot, grease, and dust anyhow so she hadn’t even thought twice about it.

She huffed tossing the papers aside of her “bed” a ramshackle collection of large leaves that kept Vivian off the dirt in the hovel she and her bunkmates called home. Living in a hole in the ground in centuries past the “end of the world” did not bother her. The world was still here and so was she. There was only one solution in her mind. Just continue on. There lie in the problem though. She pulled a sheet from the pile again. This one was a estimate of the amount of resources they had and what she projected would be needed to outfit themselves much better. Her lips pursed and bent downwards. They were rapidly running out of raw materials. Wood and organic matter was nearly infinite given the number of people that needed to use it, but everything else… she crumpled the page tossing it aside. She could dismantle the cryopods but having designed and built them herself what only felt like mere months ago, she knew all too well what they would yield. There were far greater applications for the quality of materials she could get that she was not even sure she could get ahold of otherwise. Not out of sentiment but out of necessity she wanted to wait.

Thunder rumbled though the earth rattling the makeshift roof above her. She had tuned out the storm to this point. Jolting up she remembered the solar panels and rushed out of the hole cursing under her breath for her negligence.

Instantly blasted by the wind and rain her whole body shivered with goosebumps. Fumbling with her jumpsuit zipper she zipped it all the way to her neck, an uncommon level for it to be at but she really did much better with the heat. Rushing Vivian strode over to where the solar arrays should have been but it seemed more than half were already gone. Her eyes railed over to Henri King who was methodically transporting them to a safer position by rover and the Nanofab. Her joy to see how reliable Mr. King was showing himself to be was visible as she gave him a toothy smile. Her tangerine hair was already tangled into thick ropy strands by the wind and rain, these things seeming to bother her very little.

“These things go a bit quicker with extra hands, Mr. King.” She said as she knelt in the mud quickly folding another array up. Showing her unexpected strength as despite the fighting wind and rain she hefted the panel up. “Let’s finish this up and get somewhere dry. I need to talk to you.” She stated making strong eye contact. With that she marched her way to where Henri was stacking the others.

 

[DefectiveMelon]

Nathan Hill

Nathan sat on the sofa in his parents’ ornately decorated living room, listening to the sounds of a storm passing all around his childhood home. The crash of thunder made the mahogany hardwood floors creak, and rain drummed harshly on the windows. Yes, these sounds were familiar, and maybe if he kept his eyes closed forever, he could believe that nothing had changed.​

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But he did open them, and the world had changed. He’d traded his sofa for the hard ground, kept dry under a hastily constructed wooden roof. This was his creaking “mahogany”. The rain hitting a panel of plastic leaning against one of the nearby camp walls sounded exactly like his former living room window. As he looked around, he saw Henri still working, Aisha and Castil chatting, and Jeanette dutifully settling in to stand watch tonight. This was his new reality. The house he remembered probably wasn’t even standing anymore. Yet, he wanted to return there more than anything.​

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Despite the storm, Nathan was grateful for the lull that sunset brought to the camp; today was exhausting. He’d even taken a long break, slipping away from camp to sit by a tree and watch the strange forest in all its beauty. It was terrifying, but it didn’t involve hauling or hammering or harvesting, so he enjoyed himself in spite of his fears. The guilt only settled in when Nathan realized that nobody noticed his absence because they were all so busy. Either that, or they didn’t care. As he considered his minor betrayal, he prepared himself to do something he had yet to do on this “new” world: volunteer.​

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Nathan stood up, zipped up his jacket, and braced himself - against the wind and his own doubts - as he walked over to Jeanette’s post on the wall. He started as he got close, beginning the climb up the stairs. “Hey!”, he called out, raising his voice slightly over the storm, “Has anyone volunteered for the second shift yet?" ​

Having reached the top step, Nathan looked slightly up at Jeanette. He eyed her rifle, knowing that he wouldn’t land a single shot if he needed to. “I’d be happy to take over when you finish.” Happy was a strong word, but he was certainly willing.​

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[Breezinous]

Filip Kowalski

"In your dreams Brownie," he retorted in reply to Tallulah's teasing. He paid little mind to the others conversing or flirting, he didn't really care at the moment. The splinters were a bitch, and she'd probably be gentle as she did it. Girls were gentle, right?

Filip nodded, patting the rover before standing up and heading over towards the girl. Castillo mentioned cooking something and that sounded like a hot dream for the asshole Polish. "Let's get this over with before I keel over and die from splinter disease, aight?" His accent came out a bit as he held out his hands.

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[Aryasaurus]

• T a l u l l a h • N o r t h e •

Survivalist → Zoologist
• Nightfall, Main Settlement •



Her stomach gave a quiet growl at the idea of food, though considering what they may be forced to eat she just hoped that this chef had magical 'taste good' powers so that at least the meal was palatable. While she knew how to eat in a crisis situation due to her survival training, it didn't mean she enjoyed that kind of food, much rather preferring to eat what wouldn't permeate her senses with a foul aftertaste or strong odor.

"In your dreams, Brownie."

Talullah chuckled. "Yup, every night I find myself pinning over it - 'maybe today is the day he finally says something nice to me,' is what I think when I wake up every morning," she retorts in a teasing tone, fishing out the tweezers from her First Aid kit and nestling down beside the hulking man - well, any man was considering as such at her height, but Tali swears this dude was, like, twice her actual size, it was unreal.

The brunette softly took his giant hand into hers, and tries to be a merciful as possible. She couldn't promise it wouldn't hurt, but she tried to be patient and gentle, taking out the biggest and easiest splinters first.

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[Trappy]

Henri King

Coming out of his little melancholy, Henri greeted Vivian with a smile and a wave as the latter approached, and happily accepted the offer to help. He had no real problem finishing the work on his own, but the redhead was right: these things certainly do go faster with extra hands, and as much as Henri preferred the outsides over the cramped little dugout that was his 'quarters', the weather didn't look like it was gonna be so pleasant for long. Besides, the proposed conversation certainly intrigued him. As Vivian toted one of the solar arrays off, Henri promptly lifted his part with one heave and followed suit.

He called out to her as they reached the Nanofab section of the camp. "Thanks for the help. This place is as dry as it gets in this weather, so, what's on your mind?"


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[Kabboom]

Jeanette Dushkova

"Oh? Sure!" Jeanette answered the Nathan guy. It was refreshing, seeing him volunteer for once; the guy had basically been dead weight since they touched down, and the Dushkova girl was starting to doubt if he should stay in the group at all. He had a really punchable face, but hey, an extra colonist is still an extra colonist. The wind had begun cutting more sharply, leaving her cold enough to start shivering - a necessary sacrifice for standing guard, peeking above the walls. Slipping her black shawl over her head, she silently thanked the small roof above her for its aid tonight.

Something came to mind, though. "Wait, do you even know how to shoot? Because I can teach you that rather quickly. Here," she piped up as she safely unloaded her rifle and handed it to him, "You can start learning now."

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[Zane]

Vivian Wolf​

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The two of them were experts at achieving redundant tasks. With the two of them at it the task was finished before it began. Setting the last panel in place she straightened herself out giving an energetic nod to his thanks. Water droplets ran out if her soak ed hair prompting her to forcefully run her fingers and hands against her scalp squeezing the excess moisture out. Flicking her hands at the ground a couple times her hair fell back down framing her face as Vivian ruined her attention back to Henri.

“-This place is as dry as it gets in this weather, so, what's on your mind?”

With a sigh her eyes wandered along the posts and ceiling that ‘sheltered’ the shiny bits they had. He wasn’t wrong, and thankfully Mr. Kowalski had ventured on as Vivian wanted to speak to Henri privately. There was very little privacy to be found in camp as of yet so she felt the need to not waste any time.

“Mr. King-” she trailed off as something quite unusual caught her attention. Leaning to the side a bit so she could see better past the imposing figure of Henri she locked onto Nathan talking to Ms. Dushkova. Her face involuntarily scowled as she looked at him. She had taken notice of his mid-day excursion, his existence in general made her blood boil more on a daily basis. She was sure in his mind, one act of decency made of for any and all of his previous actions and expunged him of guilt. "tch."

Her attention snapped suddenly back to Henri. Sheepishly she cleared her thought as she took a couple steps around the mans left so the boy would be out of her line of sight. making strong eye contact once again as she started over. “We have done well to build simple accommodations. But just this,” she motioned around at their limited base. “Has really strained our resources.” She fished in her pocket for a sheet of paper pulling out half of a soggy note.

Between seeing the boy and the paper she was completely derailed. Her pulse became visible in her neck as she stuffed the note back where it came from before covering her face with both hands for a second taking a deep breath to compose herself.

“Look, it's bad, were effectively in the dark ages out side of a single nanofab. With what we have left building simple tools wont even be possible.” She begins pacing a couple steps in each direction. “I need to see what scrap is available to us out there, and if possible, retrieve it.” Sharply she turned back to Henri pointing to him with her entire hand. “I think you are reliable Mr. King and I need your body!” she stated abruptly in an attempt to get to the point. She froze. Both hands slapped against her face in frustration. “god damnit.” She cursed.

In a quick attempt to backpedal she spoke again before Henri could, “No! I mean… ehhh, you know…” she stared blankly for a moment. “for the love of… Mr. King, Help?” she pleaded for his mercy.

 

[JINNI]

Castil Inoue Alfson
"Survivors, huh! That has a nice ring to it," he shrugged. Branding themselves as "survivors" of a cataclysmic event certainly didn't feel bad. It almost makes him feel important-- accomplished, even though it was hard to even find food these days. In fact, it was hard to do anything. After being frozen for 250 years, Castil's body felt numb, almost like it wasn't his own body. At first, he struggled to taste, and feel anything which admittedly, made him quite worried. Cooking was one of his passions, and not being able to taste his own food would really suck the life out of him. He couldn't handle being 'fired' twice from his job.

Castil winced at the thought of turning blue if they contact the rain. He showed a glad expression that he didn't ruin the mood by saying things reminding them of the cryostasis. "I wouldn't call that a stretch.. We should consider opting out of contacting things foreign to us-- Staying inside like this would be safe. But for how long?" They were essentially nursed by the nanofabricator, and the whole "Mother" AI thingy. They knew practically nothing about this new world, and they couldn't even be sure that this mother figure was spouting out cold facts.

"I think sooner or later, we're gonna have to venture out more. . bravely? courageously? What's the word?" If they had any chances of retaking their land, it was by vigorously exploring without fear. What's the worst that could happen? Death? That'd be better than continuously living like a caged bird, with a robot telling them to do stuff that they couldn't even trust-- maybe. The thought of death still terrified the man in his thirties.

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[Ambiloquous]

Aisha Kalashnikov

“I mean, yeah, of course, we would have to.” Aisha gave Castil a wry smile as she moved her fingers from her lap to the nearby ukulele, idly contemplating his attitude towards it all in the process. “Sooner or later the nearby resources will run out.”

While he seemed to have some reservations about the whole exploration idea, she was looking forward to their future activities. It was likely going to bring much-needed entertainment—she couldn’t wait for somebody to be swallowed by a mutated plant—, and she could put a stop to the monotonous, repetitive tasks she always had to do from daybreak to nightfall. If Aisha wanted to be a factory worker, she wouldn’t have gone into music and escaped to space, she would have just dropped out of secondary school and saved herself some effort.

Pulling the ukulele towards her person, she tugged on a loose string and released it with a ping. The topic their conversation had drifted to had no real answer or end in sight, so being the subtle person she was, Aisha changed the subject by saying, “Hey, can you play the ukulele?”

It was a foolproof question. If he couldn’t play, that was fine; she could teach him without really teaching him. If he could play, well, then she could pass her ukulele over with unspoken threats and candidly judge his skills while he played.

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[Breezinous]

Filip Kowalski

"Yup, every night I find myself pinning over it - 'maybe today is the day he finally says something nice to me,' is what I think when I wake up every morning,"

"I know you do," he retorted, wincing a little as she picked the splinters out. Would he admit that it hurt? Hell no, this is Filip Kowalski we're talking about. This dude ain't scared of nothin'. But now that he thought about it, he was a little scared with how much smaller this chick was. Like actually, why was she so small. Or maybe he was just too big, he'd ask Henri about it later.

When she finished, part of him cried a little. A single tear almost rolled down his cheek, but we shall not let the others know thy weakness. Small things stuck in his hand. "I thought you said you were gentle, no wonder I prefer Rovey over you. She's a babey and just-" He coughs a little, finishing up his inner lovers discourse. Filip does that sometimes cause hes an idiot.

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[Aryasaurus]

• T a l u l l a h • N o r t h e •

Survivalist → Zoologist
• Nightfall, Main Settlement •



She had honestly tried her best to be as gentle as possible, but they were splinters, so y'know, R.I.P. The silence between them was comfortable, and for the sake of his pride she pretended not to notice whenever he winced or flinched, but instead softly took his hand back, repositioning it, and continuing as if none of that just happened. That was how you'd treat dogs too, just saying.

The storm was the only thing sounding between them for a while, which was perfectly fine. Sometimes she'd glance up at his face before quickly looking away again, mostly checking to see she wasn't causing too much pain. Mostly.

When it finally ended she cleaned off the tweazers and slipped them into an isolated pouch, making a mental to boil them later just to keep them thoroughly clean and sanitized. At his comment, however, she laughed softly. His attachment to the rover was adorable, but still, it must've hurt more than she was aware of i he was complaining about it now. "Awww, do'ya want me to kiss it better?" she teased, completely joking as she chuckled more.

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[DefectiveMelon]

Nathan Hill

"Wait, do you even know how to shoot? Because I can teach you that rather quickly. Here, You can start learning now."​

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Fully oblivious of the mounting resentment the others were harboring over his presence in the camp, Nathan felt a swell of pride over having done the right thing in this one instance. Maybe he wasn’t so worthless. After all, he was about to become an expert marksman. In Nathan’s mind, a little bit of practice would be all it would take to actually deserve the spot he took up on Project EDEN. He was optimistic about his abilities - he even recalled going hunting with his father on the Hill winter estate. He might not have been so hopeful if cryo hadn’t erased the end of that day. They came home empty-handed, and his father never invited him to join on another hunt.​

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In conflict with Nathan’s optimism regarding his raw talent was an understanding that he definitely needed instruction. But he was not one to admit a fault, and responded as such to Jeanette, “Of course I know how to shoot! I went hunting with father all the time.” ​

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But when handed the rifle, Nathan held it in both hands with trepidation. He briefly considered a situation where he’d have to actually use it, with visions of an unknown alien terror at the forefront of his mind. Fear won out over pride, and he admitted “But ... it’s been a long time, and I’m sure cryo has messed with my muscle memory.” Looking to salvage a shred of dignity (with a bit of flattery for good measure), Nathan added “And considering how good a shot you are, I’m sure I’d have plenty to learn from you.” As if to demonstrate his skill, Nathan repositioned his grip on the T4 and pressed the rifle awkwardly into his shoulder, assuming a weak stance. He leaned back to get a better view as he looked down the sights, lazily scanning the dark forest. He was lucky that no lightning struck close by, a startling crash of loud thunder would have knocked him completely off-balance. Considering how close to the edge of the wall he was, he likely would have gotten a couple of splinters on the fall down. ​

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Spoiler: Mentions

Talking to Kabboom

 

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Henri King

"Calm down, I get what you're saying." Henri said with a chuckle as Vivian finished. It was a strange mix of amusement and worry watching her struggle to explain herself, but beside that, she made a valid point. They've all been trying to cope, be it keeping themselves occupied with building the modest shelter, or just looking at things on the bright side. But just 'coping' eventually won't be enough, and whether or not they've accepted their current situation, they'll have to do something about it.

"I'll come with you, and a few extra bodies might help on this 'expedition', if you don't mind." Henri thought possibly getting Talullah onboard with this might be a good idea. Between Vivian and himself, they could manage a salvage operation, but Ms. Northe's expertise would no doubt come in handy in the wild unknown beyond the perimeters.

"We could also get Mother on the transmitter once this weather..." He gestured wildly at the sky. "...clears out. Honestly, whenever that is... But she might be able to provide some aids. A satellite map of the region could be useful."


Interacted: Zane
Mentioned: Aryasaurus

 

[Kabboom]

Jeanette Dushkova

Jeanette listened as Nathan went on about his experience with shooting, particularly hunting with his father. He wasn't too different from her then - or at least that's what she thought, before he brought the gun up to bear; what did he hunt with his dad, wild water bottles? With that limp shoulder and weak stance of his, the Dushkova girl was amazed he didn't tip over with the wind blowing on him. Snatching the gun off of Hill, Jeanette entered teacher mode - the sooner she could get this done with, the better.

"First off, you want to put your legs like this, so you don't wobble as much," she spoke as she put one foot forward, one foot back; she was gonna demonstrate this as she went. "Then, you tuck the gun into your shoulder- don't press it too hard, just enough to make sure the gun won't jump anywhere when it shoots. Nice and easy, lean the gun on something if you can - it'll be more stable that way. Chin down here, eyes right here - not too close so you don't get hit in the eye socket with recoil, just close enough." With trained hands, she actuated the safety on the gun before going into the shooting part of the lecture. "Now, we don't have a lot of ammo so you just gotta use your imagination. Squeeze the trigger slowly but surely, breathe slowly and shoot when you've exhaled. That's the basics, just point and shoot. Point and..."

As Jeanette lectured Nathan on How to Gun, she scanned across the horizon in her stance, eye on the scope. She was mostly doing this for show, planning to stop when she passed round again, when she spotted some movement in the underbrush a good hundred meters in front of the camp. Trailing off, she concentrated - ignoring the droplets of rain hitting her forehead in increasing numbers - on that peculiar, unnatural movement she spotted. Right after that, she saw more movement, and more. More and more. Something was in the treeline.

"...What the hell is that?"

DefectiveMelon

 

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GM
They would’ve heard it coming first. The rumbling of fleeting feet and hooves, thundering across a region of the forest towards the lonely fort, blending almost completely in the angry rolls of the distant storm.

As Dushkova ( Kabboom ) aimed down her rifle, she would be the first to see them. Chittering feathered creatures, each no larger than a turkey, hopping and running - seemingly herded towards her section of the wall by some as yet unseen force. Within but minutes, some of them had already made it to the settlement, digging and tearing at the foot of the wooden barricades. A curious sight of fauna behaviour, to be sure, which might even be fascinating to some.

Then came the real party. Great beasts on long, muscular legs that might’ve invoked some old memories of the long-extinct velociraptors, if not for four small clawed arms neatly folded into their bodies and their unmistakably xenos head, which were smooth and almost glistening in appearance, ending at a maw lined with numerous thin, jagged teeth. Through the rifle’s scope, she could spot four of them, seemingly coming after the herd and towards her. What was happening? Dushkova wondered. For the weeks they’ve settled here, she had neither seen or heard of anything like this from the others. As the beasts finally emerged from the tall bushes beyond the perimeter, certainly now catching the attention of Nathan Hill ( DefectiveMelon ), and with only the small clearing now between them, the girl knew that her questions weren’t for the present, and that they had mere seconds to do something.

Spoiler: The big angry aliens