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sixthiterationlogs2017-09-05 09:04 pm
chosenbytheocean) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-09-05 09:04 pm
12 Building A Boat~! [OPEN MINGLE]
WHO: Moana
WHERE: 7i Beach Area [Also around the 7i Boat House & Town looking for stuff]
WHEN: Month of September
OPEN TO: EVERYONE [Feel free to make top posts if you'd like as well. Moana will hit everyone up but this is open to whatever people want.]
WARNINGS: None
Throughout the month, Moana was at the beachfront assembling different parts of a boat. She had the design sketched on few pieces of paper though the sketches were not very good.
She had spoken to a lot of people about building a boat and will accept everyone's help with its construction. They needed pieces of wood, someone to build the hull, stronger materials for the sail, which meant that Moana was back to collecting reeds and stalks that wouldn't absorb the water as it sprayed up from the ocean. She really needed a better drawing of the boat and its design, even if she was bad at trying to explain what she wanted to build. The hull needed to be shaped from a single piece of wood to avoid leaks. As well as the side-canoe that would help keep the craft balanced on rocky waves.
Everything had to be collected from the new parts of the island since it would take too much effort and time to try to carry all the pieces through the now small breach between the canyon walls. When Moana wasn't working the boat she'd watch others work and encourage those around her to join. It was something like an event. If there were enough people come night fall Moana would start a large bone fire and cook fish. She would welcome others to lend a hand in any part of any process. Much like her home, she wanted to build a community of people working together and helping.
She could be spotted around the 7i boathouse looking for any useful materials, as well as rummaging through the other houses on the way back to the beach. She also brought a handful of tools from the inn, including a grappling hook that she had found in the inn's storage closet. Moana wasn't sure how anyone might use it but it looked useful enough to take with her.
Image References: Moana's Boat, Boat One, Boat Two, Drawing One, Drawing Two, Drawing Three, Drawing Four.
WHERE: 7i Beach Area [Also around the 7i Boat House & Town looking for stuff]
WHEN: Month of September
OPEN TO: EVERYONE [Feel free to make top posts if you'd like as well. Moana will hit everyone up but this is open to whatever people want.]
WARNINGS: None
Throughout the month, Moana was at the beachfront assembling different parts of a boat. She had the design sketched on few pieces of paper though the sketches were not very good.
She had spoken to a lot of people about building a boat and will accept everyone's help with its construction. They needed pieces of wood, someone to build the hull, stronger materials for the sail, which meant that Moana was back to collecting reeds and stalks that wouldn't absorb the water as it sprayed up from the ocean. She really needed a better drawing of the boat and its design, even if she was bad at trying to explain what she wanted to build. The hull needed to be shaped from a single piece of wood to avoid leaks. As well as the side-canoe that would help keep the craft balanced on rocky waves.
Everything had to be collected from the new parts of the island since it would take too much effort and time to try to carry all the pieces through the now small breach between the canyon walls. When Moana wasn't working the boat she'd watch others work and encourage those around her to join. It was something like an event. If there were enough people come night fall Moana would start a large bone fire and cook fish. She would welcome others to lend a hand in any part of any process. Much like her home, she wanted to build a community of people working together and helping.
She could be spotted around the 7i boathouse looking for any useful materials, as well as rummaging through the other houses on the way back to the beach. She also brought a handful of tools from the inn, including a grappling hook that she had found in the inn's storage closet. Moana wasn't sure how anyone might use it but it looked useful enough to take with her.
Image References: Moana's Boat, Boat One, Boat Two, Drawing One, Drawing Two, Drawing Three, Drawing Four.
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Her lips remained slightly bent in a frown as she listened and thought about what Owen had said.
"I know." Her voice was very soft. "I don't know if I am prepared for that. I've thought about it but I don't know if it scares me." It wasn't something that she's truly experienced before. "And I understand why people don't want me to go. It's because they care about me but staying here isn't going to change anything."
She paused, sorting through her thoughts. "I'm happy to have met so many wonderful people here. To have people I care about but I want to protect them too. This isn't my island but I can't shake who I am. The person I am is someone who will always do things to protect the people I love. Even if it's scary or difficult. I won't be reckless." She rolled her eyes, her lips twitching into a small smile. "Okay, I won't be reckless on purpose but I'll do what I think is right."
Her hand moved to rest over the locket around her neck. "I'll follow my heart." The way her grandmother had told her too.
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Well, going alone will maybe ensure it won't put her face to face with a dead body, but it might put someone here face to face with hers.
Even in a normal setting, he'd worry about someone sailing out into the cold water alone. In this canyon though, forces seem mounted against them, and he can't imagine success on these terms. He just hopes it isn't as catastrophic a failure as he can imagine.
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Maybe she would never make a good chief, maybe her story ended in this canyon or out in unfamiliar water, but she didn't know the future. All she knew was here and now. This was what her heart was telling her to do.
She reached towards the plate that she had brought and grabbed one of the fuzzy peaches. Her dark eyes were distant and thoughtful as she looked out over the ocean, nibbling on the bit of fruit. She wanted to think about what Owen had said. It was true that she was reckless and rash but she wasn't going to risk her life without thinking it through first. Maybe after a good night's sleep, something will change.