sixthiterationlogs | 001 - Adding a bit more Flourish to it

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001 - Adding a bit more Flourish to it - [OPEN]

WHO: Clary Fray
WHERE: Fountain & Village & River
WHEN: August 1st to August 6th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: Drowning? (Note: Scrub color is black.)

Fountain: Arrival [Aug 1]

Clary inhaled, feeling a cool rush of water fill her lungs. Her chest burned while panic tightly constricted around her heart. She flailed wildly in the water, kicking her arms and legs out in a futile effort to swim. The water stung her eyes when she tried to open them. Clary had always hated opening her eyes underwater but she needed to see.

'I need to breathe! She thought, forcing herself to calm down enough to escape a rather pathetic watery death. After everything she's been through, she's not going to have 'death by water' on her tombstone. Clary saw a blurry smudge of light in the distance and swam towards it.

She broke the surface of the water, coughing and gasping for air. Bright orange hair plastered to her cheeks and neck as she made her way to the fountain's ledge.

It was only when she was pulling herself over the edge of the fountain that she felt the weight of the pack on her back. A groan of complaint vibrated through her torso, even as she managed to tumble herself and the backpack onto the pavement. Clary was laying on her back. The backpack was a surprisingly comfortable pillow though that might have just been in comparison to the water. The sun shined pleasantly in the sky, warming her limbs and face.

Clary decided that it wasn't worth getting up. She'd happily lay there until someone told her to move. Maybe she was in central park? That's the only place that she can think of with a fountain. Either way, Clary knew that someone would find her and she'd sort it out then.

Around the 6I Village [Aug 2-4]

Clary really didn't know what to think of this place. She had named the village Salem in her mind, the broken buildings and dreary feeling reminded her of a town where hundreds of girls burned at the stake. It probably wasn't the best name but the village was surprisingly less daunting with a name attached to it.

She wound her way through the houses, inspecting the ones that were broken and then knocking at the homes that looked like someone lived there. If no one replied, she'd peak inside to see what was there. Clary was naturally curious and not at all shy or hindered by the unknown. This wasn't nearly as scary as trying to get Simon out of the Hotel Dumort.

Clary would take the time to stop and stare at the houses or setting around her. She tried to figure out how she'd draw it: what colors she would use or how certain objects might appear out of focus. At the end of each day, she'd find herself at the inn, usually hungry and sitting at the bar like a ghost might come and take her order.

She was new at this whole survival thing and Brooklyn had pizza. She really missed pizza.

At the River [Aug 5]

Clary was both happy and sad to see Izzy in the village with her. She was happy to see her friend and to know that she wasn't alone but it also made her think about home. How was her mother doing? And Simon? What about Jace? She wondered if any of them missed her. She didn't particularly worry about Alec missing her; he was with Magnus and starting towards his happiness.

She missed her sketchbook. It gave her the ability to get all of her worries out of her head and onto a piece of paper. Without it, her thoughts jumbled together in a messy knot that she didn't know how to untangle. A groan pulled from Clary's lips as she took a seat near the water's edge. She watched the waves for a few seconds before pulling off her scrubs and jumping in.

Clary hadn't been in water since almost drowning in the fountain a few days before and as much as she wanted to avoid it, she felt gross. She had never gone this long without a shower. After drenching herself in water, she floated lazily on the surface of the river.

"This place feels too much like the Twilight Zone." She mumbled to no one in particular.

The Breach Between 6I and 7I: Small Earthquake [Aug 6]

Clary first heard about the mysterious second village at the inn, when she had eavesdropped on two people discussing their plans to cross the breach. She hadn't asked about it then but she couldn't stop thinking of the possibilities that lay on the other side of the ridge. Peeked by her curiosity and her ever-rampant thoughts, Clary decided to head to the breach to check it out for herself.

She wasn't completely unfamiliar with bouldering but the path was not as clear as she thought it would be. She took careful steps over small rocks and then slipping between larger boulders that stood like giants in the path.

Clary was halfway through the breach when the earth began to shake. She'd gotten used to the small tremors over the last few days but she hadn't been standing in a small crevasse in the ground back then. A surprised scream tore from her throat as she ran back the way she had come. Peddles and rocks loosened from above her, falling on her head like rain drops falling from the sky.

She ran out of the breach, stumbling to the ground as the earthquake ended. Clary's head was shaking as she tried to regain her balance. She tasted blood in her mouth and felt a soft sting along her cheek. If she had managed to get out of that with a bloody lip and a few thin cuts then she was happy.

"Okay. Maybe I won't go that way." Clary was talking to the rocks and seriously hoping that they could feel her displeasure.

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Someone knocking wasn't entirely new--but that someone not being Credence circumvented Jude's expectations as he pulled the door further open. He's been in and out of the house all day, moving between the short yard and the kitchen while he mixes another batch of paper. The sheets are staked flat in the yard, raised slightly above the ground, with already-drained sheets knocked out of his repurposed window screens to dry a little more on them.

Behind him, the house is humid and smells mildly like soup and laundry, some the plants releasing their scent into the steam. The largest pot he has boils on the stove, and he's sweaty and soot-streaked from feeding it when he stands in the doorway, taking in the girl on the other side.

Jude pushes a hand up through his hair, momentarily out of his face before it starts to flip back down over his brow. She looks to be Samantha's age, but he can't recall seeing her before. "Yes," he eventually answers, "Can I help you?"

Even after a near-disastrous earthquake, it feels like there's nothing to do around this village. At the very least, there's no demons to slay, which leaves Isabelle to help with boring, mundane things. Cooking, cleaning, tending to crops, that sort of thing. Isabelle fills her downtime with exploring, which has at least gotten a little more interesting with the quake giving them more land to work with. When she's not doing that, she indulges in some working out, either by sparring or jogging.

Right now, it's jogging, in yoga shorts and a sports bra in order to survive the sun and the weather. It's not as hot as it had been, but it's still warm enough that just stepping outside and walking around can work up a sweat. After this, maybe she'll take a dip in the river to cool off, then treat her skin and hair to a dip in the hot spring.

It's too hot for the hot spring, really, but with very few beauty products to work with, Isabelle can't really afford to skimp out on what options she has. The water of the hot spring makes her hair silky and smooth, and her skin nice and bright, so she'll continue to make regular trips to it to keep herself looking nice. Just because she's trapped in this stupid canyon doesn't mean she should let herself go.

She's jogging around one side of the fountain when she almost steps on something bright orange, and she takes a quick step back, shifting into a stance that makes it look like she's ready to fight.

"By the Angel," she breathes, recognizing that hair and face just a second later. "Clary? You're here?"

He's a little surprised when he hears a knock on the door. He doesn't really have visitors. He sees people at the inn every day, or runs into them around the village. The only real visitor he ever has is Claire, and she no longer feels the need to knock first, what with him living here alone.

He makes his way to the door (thankfully his ankle is much better by now and there's no sign of a limp anymore) and opens it. Standing outside of it is someone he doesn't know, and he doesn't remember seeing her around the inn, either. She must be new.

"Can I help you?"

"And yet, no Rod Serling," Ravi replies to the girl who's been speaking out loud. She probably hadn't been talking to him, but seeing as he's currently bent nearby to fetch a new sample of river water for his newest round of experiments, he thinks it'd be rude not to reply. That, or it's creepy that he's replying right now, but either way, he's socializing, look at him go.

"Sorry," he says, wrinkling his nose when he realizes that this could look creepy. "I wasn't actually staring. Or lurking. I'm definitely not stalking," he clarifies. She is in not much at all, though, which means that he probably shouldn't look too long. "That said, if this were a Twilight Zone episode, I have to think that it would be more interesting. I don't remember them being so long and drawn out with menial every day tasks."

For a brief, heart-stopping moment, the first thing Benedict thinks of when he sees wet red hair is Folly.

He's wondered what would happen, should any of the people he knows back home turn up. Some of the residents of this habble knew each other before they arrived; some are friends, some mere acquaintances, some are clearly more like enemies. He's watched many of them forge lives together, sharing jokes about life back home, settling into old routines as best they can. What would that be like for him, should his cousin, or any of the Guard turn up?

That Folly would be the one to turn up first had never occurred to him, but once it did, it was all he could think about. She would be so confused, so lost, so distressed to be without her jar of crystals. Would she even be able to speak directly to him? Without her crystals, she would lose the crutch she used to interact with the rest of the world. He started casting about for things to use in its stead as he dropped what he was doing and raced forward, all in the split-second before he realized that the girl crawling out of the fountain was not, in fact, Folly, but someone else.

Well. He's already on his way over, he might as well continue.

Standing over her, he clears his throat. "Ah, miss," he starts, eyeing her black scrubs and thinking another one. Just like him. Should that mean something? Perhaps. "You might be more comfortable inside. Changed out of those wet clothes, perhaps?"

Jax ends up at the river more often than not because he likes swimming, goddamnit, and it's easier to take a dip in the river and go back to work on roofs and clearing out houses than to go back to his own house to take a bath. The redhead is new, though, and Jax makes a note of it; this place has more hot redheads per capita than goddamn Ireland and that's saying something. At least he knows he's not related to any of them here.

"If you care about me being naked, you probably want to go downriver," Jax says, stripping off his scrubs. "Because I'm not swimming in all my clothes just to avoid offending you."

Every day, he gets closer and closer to the breach. He circles it, wary, similar not to a predator but instead prey. He looks not because he wants to attack it or explore, but because he finds it unsettling.

An entire village, apparently abandoned. Apparently rich with things the other does not. Not exactly a utopia, either, but Credence is still convinced it's a trick of some sort. Everything is, every little kindness the villagers are given turns into ash. It's a matter of time.

So he walks, and he stares, and sometimes he thinks and sometimes he doesn't. As he approaches it, he notices someone disappear into the small crevasse--only for the ground to rumble and for Credence to momentarily tense, crying out in fear and shrinking as small as he could as a knee-jerk reaction to it. The three days spent in a cave in peppers his mind, and he's learned to fear even the faintest of shaking in the ground.

When he looks up from his hunched up position, the girl is there again. Closer, with honeyed red hair stark against pale face. The red on her lip, too--

--he gasps, concerned, moving towards her, his normal self kicking in.

"Miss! Are you hurt? You're bleeding."

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Around the 6I Village

Arrival

Around the 6I village

River

arrival

at the river

The Breach;