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sixthiterationlogs2017-09-03 07:30 pm
super_seal) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-09-03 07:30 pm
OTA - First Things First
WHO: Steve McGarrett and YOU
WHERE: Fountain, Forest, Village (behind and in between buildings)
WHEN: September 3rd
OPEN TO: All
SCRUB COLOR: Hunter Green
WARNINGS: None to start
STATUS: Open
[ Fountain ]
Coming to, Steve knows instantly that he’s underwater. Fighting the upwards momentum, he opens his eyes and tries to get some idea of what the hell is going on. All he sees is darkness with light shining down from above. He knows which way to go and after confirming he’s alone without any detectible threat in the water he kicks up.
Slowing just before surfacing, he eases his eyes and nose above the water with barely a splash. SEAL training coming in especially helpful at the moment. He scans his surroundings, only to find that nothing looks familiar.
The last he remembered was taking Wo Fat prisoner and flying a chopper from an island not far off Hawaii. They’d been over the pacific, he remembers that, but then nothing until coming to in the water. Had someone shot them down? The chances of him landing in the fountain he found himself in was extremely slim, but it is possible someone attempted to dispose of him there. The landscape doesn’t look familiar and he doesn’t think he’s on the islands anymore. Which makes him wonder how long he’s been out and where exactly he is.
But first things first. Easing up high enough to see over the edge of the fountain, he sees what looks to be... a park?
[ Forest ]
Out of the fountain, he makes quick work of getting some distance between him and it. It’s not till he has some cover in the trees does he notice what he’s wearing. It strikes him odd to find himself in scrubs and instantly he misses his cargo pants and everything he normally keeps in his pockets. What he misses most though is a weapon.
Taking inventory of what he has in the backpack, he decides against changing at the moment. Changing may help him fit into whatever mess he’s found himself in, but until he has more intel he’ll stay as he is. Instead he removes only one sock from the backpack and with a quick look around him he picks up a rock about the size of his fist and slips it into the sock. Not a great weapon, but it’s better than nothing until he has time to either acquire some or make something better.
With the backpack secured to his back, he carefully scouts out the forest staying as concealed as possible while also gathering as much information as he can. As he moves through he does some light tracking of any animal trails that he might find as well as notes any vegetation that could be useful for food, weapons, tools or anything else he may need. He may not need any of it, and doesn’t waste time lingering, but if he needs it later he’ll know where to find it.
[ Village ]
Once he ventures out far enough from the fountain, he sees the buildings. With the fountain he had figured there was a settlement of some sort not far off and now that he finds it, he’s curious to see what he’s up against. Attempting to keep as concealed as possible, he peaks into windows and around corners.
The town isn’t what he was expecting and he’s still confused about where he is and why. His leading theory is that Wo Fat somehow managed to get the upper hand, knock him out and brought him here, but seeing the village and the people walking around without weapons he realizes that doesn’t seem likely either.
After watching for a bit he slips his ‘rock-in-a-sock’ into his backpack and ventures in closer. He can only find out so much information by remaining hidden and so far he’s not detected a specific threat. Still, he came to by almost drowning in the fountain and as far as he knows, any one of these people could have tossed him there... Along with a backpack with three days worth of clothing. Whoever put him in the fountain hadn't expected him to die there. So, he’s ready for anything.
WHERE: Fountain, Forest, Village (behind and in between buildings)
WHEN: September 3rd
OPEN TO: All
SCRUB COLOR: Hunter Green
WARNINGS: None to start
STATUS: Open
[ Fountain ]
Coming to, Steve knows instantly that he’s underwater. Fighting the upwards momentum, he opens his eyes and tries to get some idea of what the hell is going on. All he sees is darkness with light shining down from above. He knows which way to go and after confirming he’s alone without any detectible threat in the water he kicks up.
Slowing just before surfacing, he eases his eyes and nose above the water with barely a splash. SEAL training coming in especially helpful at the moment. He scans his surroundings, only to find that nothing looks familiar.
The last he remembered was taking Wo Fat prisoner and flying a chopper from an island not far off Hawaii. They’d been over the pacific, he remembers that, but then nothing until coming to in the water. Had someone shot them down? The chances of him landing in the fountain he found himself in was extremely slim, but it is possible someone attempted to dispose of him there. The landscape doesn’t look familiar and he doesn’t think he’s on the islands anymore. Which makes him wonder how long he’s been out and where exactly he is.
But first things first. Easing up high enough to see over the edge of the fountain, he sees what looks to be... a park?
[ Forest ]
Out of the fountain, he makes quick work of getting some distance between him and it. It’s not till he has some cover in the trees does he notice what he’s wearing. It strikes him odd to find himself in scrubs and instantly he misses his cargo pants and everything he normally keeps in his pockets. What he misses most though is a weapon.
Taking inventory of what he has in the backpack, he decides against changing at the moment. Changing may help him fit into whatever mess he’s found himself in, but until he has more intel he’ll stay as he is. Instead he removes only one sock from the backpack and with a quick look around him he picks up a rock about the size of his fist and slips it into the sock. Not a great weapon, but it’s better than nothing until he has time to either acquire some or make something better.
With the backpack secured to his back, he carefully scouts out the forest staying as concealed as possible while also gathering as much information as he can. As he moves through he does some light tracking of any animal trails that he might find as well as notes any vegetation that could be useful for food, weapons, tools or anything else he may need. He may not need any of it, and doesn’t waste time lingering, but if he needs it later he’ll know where to find it.
[ Village ]
Once he ventures out far enough from the fountain, he sees the buildings. With the fountain he had figured there was a settlement of some sort not far off and now that he finds it, he’s curious to see what he’s up against. Attempting to keep as concealed as possible, he peaks into windows and around corners.
The town isn’t what he was expecting and he’s still confused about where he is and why. His leading theory is that Wo Fat somehow managed to get the upper hand, knock him out and brought him here, but seeing the village and the people walking around without weapons he realizes that doesn’t seem likely either.
After watching for a bit he slips his ‘rock-in-a-sock’ into his backpack and ventures in closer. He can only find out so much information by remaining hidden and so far he’s not detected a specific threat. Still, he came to by almost drowning in the fountain and as far as he knows, any one of these people could have tossed him there... Along with a backpack with three days worth of clothing. Whoever put him in the fountain hadn't expected him to die there. So, he’s ready for anything.
village;
Upon a closer look at the young man in front of him, he can see that he's nervous and uncomfortable. Steve's not always great with social interactions himself. Prior to leaving the military he didn't really care, it didn't matter overall or slow him down from completing his missions. Since then though, the last couple of years, he's found that it's not something he can really ignore. When he's knowingly out of his depth, he gets nervous and uncomfortable too. Able to somewhat relate to the young man, at least with this, Steve's features soften slightly from the harder military SEAL face. The least he can do is make this easier, likely for the both of them.
The fact that the young man referred to him respectfully also helps.
"Uh, hello. Sure. I don't see why not." He offers a small, hopefully encouraging, smile. "What can I help you with?" And with any luck after Steve helps him, the young man will be willing to help Steve out in return.
no subject
His mouth is dry, for some reason, and it takes him a small moment to speak. When he does, his voice cracks a little in the beginning.
"Sorry to bother you, but I've never seen you here, and I was wondering if I could perhaps ask you a few questions?"
no subject
Whatever has happened in his past that made this young man timid and unsure clearly left it's mark, but that he's willing to approach a stranger, a potential threat, tells him that it's not likely from this place - at least not from those who arrive here in the same fashion or dress as Steve is. Unless it's an act, a misdirection, a way to get under Steve's radar and get him to drop his defenses. Which may work on some, but Steve is well trained and never fully lets his guard down. Still, until he has evidence to the contrary, it's in his current best interests to make friends with the locals.
"You can. I'm happy to answer them if I can." He offers another smile. "And maybe you can help me some in return? As you pointed out, I am new, and I'm not fully certain how I got here or why."
no subject
But he's working on it. he's working on a lot of things. Like this, he thinks, and he hugs the book he'd brought with him carefully. That's right, he has to talk now. Besides--this man is pretty nice. His voice seems nice, like Kira's, or Sonny's. Polite and friendly.
"I'll answer anything you want, sir, and for what it's worth, I'm very sorry you're here. What I'd like to know is if you're dead or not."
no subject
Instead he places his hands on his hips and frowns in contemplation. Could he be dead? Could the chopper have crashed or been shot down and this is whatever comes after? Really it makes no less sense than anything else. Steve's trained to approach things with an open mind, and as most of this has seemed beyond reality he's not yet willing to dismiss anything.
Eyes moving back to Credence, he bites on his lower lip a moment. "I'd like to say no." He says slowly, figuring Credence deserves an honest answer, at least he sees no reason not to give him one. "But, the last thing I remember was flying a helicopter over the ocean. Then waking up in the fountain. I don't feel dead... Does that help?" And really it nicely brings him to Steve's most pressing question. "You think this place is the afterlife?"
no subject
"I'm not sure, to be honest. I thought it was at first, but there are people like you that are alive. I'm Credence Barebone." He presses his lips together, and then braves a look up at him. He even manages to look into the other's eyes before carefully looking down, patiently waiting for an introduction.