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sixthiterationlogs2017-06-13 06:17 pm
caelus) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-06-13 06:17 pm
001. i'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage.
WHO: Jim Kirk
WHERE: (Where the post takes place)
WHEN: Backdated to June 10 and onward.
OPEN TO: All, unless otherwise marked.
WARNINGS: No warnings as of yet.
STATUS: Open.
the fountain. closed to star trek types.
The first thing Jim does when he kicks up, after finding himself suddenly (randomly) in the water, is to pull the backpack off of his shoulders and drag it up in a way that impedes his movements less. Breaking the water doesn't take him long after, and he sputters, coughing as his hair sticks wetly to his forehead. He treads water for a moment, catching his breath, and trying to ascertain if he's in any immediate danger from---wherever the hell he is.
Finding none, he heaves up the bag over the edge of the fountain he apparently just swam up out of, and grasps onto the edge to heave himself out with a groan. Despite the abrupt shift and change, he's alert, and grabs for the rucksack to drag it close again. He's already starting to look through it for what is of use, and also for anything that could be a weapon of any kind. Nothing. Wonderful. What he wouldn't give for a Kelvin pod right about now.
He finally gets his breath enough to take a look at what he's wearing, and immediately his face screws up. Red, seriously? He had enough of this from the Academy. Today is already starting off great.
"Wonderful," he mutters sarcastically, and reaches up to scrub a hand over his face.
around the village & at the inn.
The first night, if you can call it night with the sun still blaring overhead for no apparent reason other than it can in this place, he stays at the Inn. He tries to help where he's able to, feeling very much like an impostor, but only at first. It seems they are all in the same situation. He doesn't know how many people are from civilizations or time periods that are warp-capable, and so he keeps a lot of information to himself. Ship is a lot easier to go with than starship. The last thing he needs to worry about is the Prime Directive.
The next couple of days, he's acquainting himself with the village as well as he's able. Which means he's likely caught someone who could use an extra pair of hands with, well, anything.
"Hey," Jim says as he jogs up to the person with a grin. "Need a hand with that?"
He'll even go so far as to offer to share some of his water if he notices anyone out there for a while under that sun.
exploring the forest.
While there are definite drawbacks to the sun never setting, and staying stationary in the sky (nevermind the science behind that which shouldn't be possible in the least), there are also perks. Perks like exploring the forest and the far canyon for hours until he has to turn back. He's found himself forced back a time or two, but it hasn't really deterred him all that much. In the forest, it's a little easier to explore longer, as he is afforded the shade, and he makes sure to bring enough water with him as he goes along.
For the moment, he's finding out the boundaries here as well as he can, but he isn't yet pushing them. Feel free to tag along or stumble upon things.
wildcard. pick a card. any card.
Did I miss something? Hit me up, I'm easy.
WHERE: (Where the post takes place)
WHEN: Backdated to June 10 and onward.
OPEN TO: All, unless otherwise marked.
WARNINGS: No warnings as of yet.
STATUS: Open.
the fountain. closed to star trek types.
The first thing Jim does when he kicks up, after finding himself suddenly (randomly) in the water, is to pull the backpack off of his shoulders and drag it up in a way that impedes his movements less. Breaking the water doesn't take him long after, and he sputters, coughing as his hair sticks wetly to his forehead. He treads water for a moment, catching his breath, and trying to ascertain if he's in any immediate danger from---wherever the hell he is.
Finding none, he heaves up the bag over the edge of the fountain he apparently just swam up out of, and grasps onto the edge to heave himself out with a groan. Despite the abrupt shift and change, he's alert, and grabs for the rucksack to drag it close again. He's already starting to look through it for what is of use, and also for anything that could be a weapon of any kind. Nothing. Wonderful. What he wouldn't give for a Kelvin pod right about now.
He finally gets his breath enough to take a look at what he's wearing, and immediately his face screws up. Red, seriously? He had enough of this from the Academy. Today is already starting off great.
"Wonderful," he mutters sarcastically, and reaches up to scrub a hand over his face.
around the village & at the inn.
The first night, if you can call it night with the sun still blaring overhead for no apparent reason other than it can in this place, he stays at the Inn. He tries to help where he's able to, feeling very much like an impostor, but only at first. It seems they are all in the same situation. He doesn't know how many people are from civilizations or time periods that are warp-capable, and so he keeps a lot of information to himself. Ship is a lot easier to go with than starship. The last thing he needs to worry about is the Prime Directive.
The next couple of days, he's acquainting himself with the village as well as he's able. Which means he's likely caught someone who could use an extra pair of hands with, well, anything.
"Hey," Jim says as he jogs up to the person with a grin. "Need a hand with that?"
He'll even go so far as to offer to share some of his water if he notices anyone out there for a while under that sun.
exploring the forest.
While there are definite drawbacks to the sun never setting, and staying stationary in the sky (nevermind the science behind that which shouldn't be possible in the least), there are also perks. Perks like exploring the forest and the far canyon for hours until he has to turn back. He's found himself forced back a time or two, but it hasn't really deterred him all that much. In the forest, it's a little easier to explore longer, as he is afforded the shade, and he makes sure to bring enough water with him as he goes along.
For the moment, he's finding out the boundaries here as well as he can, but he isn't yet pushing them. Feel free to tag along or stumble upon things.
wildcard. pick a card. any card.
Did I miss something? Hit me up, I'm easy.
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Too bad for them, he supposed.
He was headed down to the river bank to check out a few things that had been mentioned, and see if he could gather some of the arrowheads that were showing up. He didn't have a tricorder or anything to scan them with, but they might be useful for something. Weapons, possibly, at the very least. He hoped that they wouldn't need them, but in a place like this where someone had the ability to abduct people on a whim--- Well, he wasn't expecting their hosts to be the gracious sort.
He's taken out of his thoughts as he comes out of the brush at the edge of the woods, and onto the muddy bank, greeted by a bark. Someone was certainly enthusiastic, and Jim couldn't help a grin and a wave at the dog's owner.
"No, he didn't at all. He's just excited," he started, and carefully made his way down the muddy bank so that he could talk to her easier. "I've seen you at the, uh, inn, haven't I? I'm Jim."
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When he was closer she nodded, "A lot of people move on after awhile...I decided to stay since it's a good place to keep an ear out for new arrivals and new information. I'm Riza and this is Arado," she said, gesturing first to herself and then the dog. Arado's tail was wagging fiercely and Riza smirked, "I'm not sure I can keep him from jumping on you much longer...you might want to say hello to him first before he decides to greet you first."
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He heads over at her prompting, and lowers his hand so that the dog can get his scent first. Get used to him a little at least. "Hey, Arado. You're an excitable type, huh?"
Then to Riza: " Did you find him out here?" Do the people that brought them all here just randomly dump animals and whatever they feel like it here? If that's the case, and it seems as though it might be, he wants to have words with them, heated ones, the more time goes by.
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"Sort of," she replies, letting Arado have his fun for the moment. "Whoever happens to be keeping us here seems to think it appropriate to send gifts every once in awhile. Usually it's supplies of one kind or another, clothing or food...other times it's animals like Arado or livestock like chickens and pigs." She knows there are animals in the woods as well, but she wasn't sure if there were wild dogs or cats. Most of those, she was reasonable certain, had arrived via the boxes.
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He's about to question as to the sort of, but then she starts to explain. His face screws up a little bit. He's not sure if that's just them toying with them, or caring enough to actually help.
"The more I hear about these---whoever they are---the less I like them," he admits. He's sure he's not the only one.