sixthiterationlogs | Exploration Attempt #1

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Exploration Attempt #1

WHO: Sam Wilson
WHERE: Outskirts of Village Area, various points (see subthreads)
WHEN: July 3 - Morning
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Open
NOTE: Subthreads will be set up for the different paths by myself and anyone else who wants to take a path. Once a path is claimed, feel free to tag into that group and be part of the exploration party.

A few of them had the same idea and it seemed to make the most sense to divide and conquer. They had no map or compass to use, so it made sense to meet in the morning and use the sunlight as their guide. Of course, they would be working on the assumption that this sun even WORKED the same way, but at least it followed SOME pattern so they may as well designate where it rose as "East" and where it was setting as "West." It was going to be difficult with limited tools, but it was better than just holing themselves up in the abandoned buildings hoping for something to change. Not that it really mattered whether it was east or west, they'd be starting on the roads leading out of the village so they had an easy division and land marker to start with.

Sam couldn't tell you whose idea it had been originally, but most of them had agreed pretty quickly. After meeting in front of the Pub, they would divide into groups and each take a different path out of town. If the path ended, then they'd just have to do their best to press on in the woods. If they couldn't find a way out before sunset they'd mark their stopping point and return to the pub. That way they could all share details and figure out a plan for another attempt. More optimistically, they'd return with an idea of how to get out, though Sam was skeptical about it being that easy.

For his own sense of consistency and to make referencing things a little easier Sam had designated the four paths by letter.

Path A would head past the Blacksmith Shop.
Path B would head past the School house.
Path C would head towards the River.
Path D would head towards the Police.

After scratching the letters out into the dirt of each path, he waited for the groups to form and then they'd head out.

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"Left. I'm not about to approach a goat from behind," Sam quickly answers. He thinks this is going to result in injury enough without tempting fate by coming at the goat from behind. He doesn't need a face-full of hoof thanks and if this does end badly he certainly doesn't want THAT as part of the story.

The goat shows no sign of moving. Sam watches it for a few seconds before glancing at Peggy, "Count of three?"

She presses her lips together and tries not to laugh at the comment, because there are at least three rude comments that she wants to make. She does drift to the right, though, intending to be mature and useful rather than say things that will likely make only her laugh.

"Yes, three," she agrees, crouching down a little in order to get her best brawling face on. On three, she makes her move towards the goat, awkwardly trying to figure out how best to put her hands when the thing bleats at her rather pathetically. "I feel like I'm somehow abusing it in an inappropriate way."

It would very much depend on what the comments were. Sam is, unfortunately, used to being on the receiving end of jokes. He has a knack for walking right into them without realizing it.

Sam, clueless to what humor he might have just missed out on, shifts his stance as well. He tries to look like he's ready for anything; but how do you do that when what you are preparing to do is trap and tackle a goat? Sam counts off to three and then also moves in on the goat. Either Peggy is faster than he would have guessed or the goat is a lot tamer than they originally anticipated. Sam does realize, however, that it does seem awkward to grab the goat, but he doesn't seem to have the same qualms as she does.

It occurs to him the goat is only going to get away if it can run, "Let's not think about that right now..." He says even as he slips his arms around the goat's midsection, but closer to the front legs. As he said earlier, he's avoiding getting anywhere near the back.

The goat bleats again, this time a little more panicked and starts to try to escape.

She has to start to struggle now and it forces Peggy to clamp down her fingers in the fur available to her, unable to do much more but hold on. It's not quite a bucking horse, but it's still a furred creature on four legs that's trying to escape and she nearly topples over on top of it, hair in her eyes. She digs her heels in at the last minute and gets her bearings, but it's a near thing.

"We thought this was a good idea...why?" she asks, grasping the legs together so it can't run away, thinking they ought to just fell it and try carrying it back. "We should get it on the ground."

"No idea...food source I think," he grunts with effort. It should NOT take two people to take down a goat. At least he has help, since this wouldn't even be possible if Peggy weren't here. Sam can feel his own grip slipping and he wonders if a goat would go down the same way as a human would if he knocked it out somehow. Still, Peggy brings up a good tactic. They need to get it pinned and on the ground so they can tie it up somehow.

Which reminds Sam that he had brought those pieces of clothes to tie around trees. Sam curses, it would have been helpful to remember those earlier.

"If I can hold it down, get in my pack and pull out some of the scraps--maybe we can tie some of those around its legs to keep it bound."

For a moment, Peggy mishears him and thinks about them putting the goat in the backpack, Sam toting it back with the goat peeking out from behind him. She muffles the amusement and realizes what he's saying, instead. "We should be able to get the legs tied up so that even if it tries to run, it sort of...stumbles around," she says, for lack of a better explanation. "I think this is the most ridiculous thing that I've ever done," Peggy confesses with a laugh, in sheer disbelief that this is happening to her.

"We're going to enjoy some milk after this," she vows, like that will suddenly make this whole endeavour worth it. "Or certainly some cheese, after some work."

Sam nods, because honestly if they could even just hinder it's speed a little that would be better than nothing. "Pretty sure this tops my list of ridiculous things too," he says. This was even including fighting a man who was less than an inch tall mind you. He's pretty sure wrestling a goat still somehow topped fighting Ant-Man. Although, given how that turned out, he wasn't about to share that little tidbit with Peggy.

At this point Sam's frustration was making him contemplate goat burgers, but that wouldn't solve long term problems. So he keeps his mouth shut and with a grunt of effort he pins the goat, holding it down without wanting to hurt it. Peggy will hopefully take that as her cue to get the scraps out of his bag.

Peggy's sure that the same can be said for her, though she has watched something incredible similar. "Now I know how Jarvis felt about that awful flamingo Stark had," she curses under her breath, though that had been a purely ornamental thing and not something that could actually end up contributing to their society.

She gives Sam a look and immediately heads for his bag to find something, fishing out scraps with victory. She goes to work with a knot that Gabe had once shown her, securing it around both sets of legs before she feels content to call her work done.

"Now, shall we bring it back to town like the conquering heroes we are?" she teases.

If they had been doing anything else Sam would have asked for more details. That sounded like a great story and he wanted to hear more -- especially if a Stark was involved. However, when you're wrestling a goat to the ground and waiting for someone to help you bind it, asking about stories is not exactly a priority. In the back of his mind though Sam makes a note to ask later.

Instead, he waits for Peggy to get the knots tied, rather impressed by the speed and efficiency of her knots. Sam lets off of the goat when Peggy has the knots secured and he doesn't bother questioning them because he can tell they're fine. "It looks good, didn't know you knew knots so well."

The goat struggles against the bonds, but it's tied down fairly well. Now, Sam grabs the goat and hefts it up. "Sounds good, we should probably spend the time walking back with a better sounding story though."

"You learn a thing or two when you work with the Howling Commandos as long as I did," Peggy says, thinking of the various pieces of stray information she's picked up. "You have no idea how many ways there are to make a bomb," she quips cheerfully, as though this is the sort of useful, random information that everyone ought to have.

She gives him an appreciative smile for taking the brunt of the weight and glances back to the path they'd come from. "I'd say that's our search party done, unless you want to tote around the goat with us the rest of the way?"

Sam raises an eyebrow at that. He's not surprised, given the stories he'd both read about and heard. Still, the image of Peggy putting together various DIY bombs is a pretty good one. Leave it to Steve to fall for a girl like this and he really can't blame him. "You're just tempting me with that one--that's actually a skill I wouldn't mind learning. Bomb building sounds a little more impressive than goat wrangler."

He shakes his head at her question, catching a whiff of the goat in the process and wincing. The goat, giving his two cents, bleats irritably. "I think the sooner we deposit the goat, the better I'll feel," he sighs and then adds, half sarcastic, "The better I'll smell if nothing else. It's not like this was a waste -- we got a pretty good reward out of it."

"I'm sure that we could find our share of explosives around here, though I think the question would beg itself as to whether that's the intelligent thing to do," she feels compelled to point out, arching her brow. Of course, it could go a long way in helping to defend themselves or even just to change the landscape, so she leaves the thought idling in her mind.

"Are you going to keep it, then?" she can't help but ask, trying to sound rather innocent in her query. "Since you discovered it and all."

"We do have enough problems without someone blowing themselves up--so I guess we'll leave it at that unless something comes up," he replies. Certainly there could be uses for explosives, but not as useful as a goat.

He falls quiet at her question though. It was a good one and honestly he hadn't thought past the idea of capturing it. Now that they had it though they couldn't just let it go, could they? Not after all that damn work! He sighs, "I don't know the first thing about keeping a goat. I don't know if I should keep it...but I'm sure as hell not letting it get back out after all that work. Guess we might have to ask for some takers on the goat."

She raises her brow pointedly at him, as if to say that if they've gone to all this trouble to catch the goat, then one of them ought to at least keep the goat. Seeing as Peggy isn't rushing to volunteer herself, there's the handiness of having Sam to put in place for the very task. Smiling cheerfully, she gives him an encouraging nod. "I'm sure you're up for the task," she confirms. "Besides, wouldn't it be helpful to have an asset people might want?"

They couldn't pawn the goat off on someone else? Sam wasn't opposed to it, but now that Peggy was giving him that look he was second guessing the idea all together. Damn she was good, how was she talking him in to keeping a stupid goat?

"I think you're being a little optimistic," he finally says. "Can't deny the asset part though. Guess it is a matter of finders-keepers."

"Plus, if it turns out to be useful and yields milk and cheese, it would be nice to have them firsthand instead of having to barter for them," Peggy continues, even though she already gets the sense that she's won over Sam. If she hasn't, she could keep going, but she thinks they're good.

"I'll help, of course. Inasmuch as a person can help when they have no idea about a goat."

Sam shot her a look, adjusting his grip on the goat as they walked, "Again, you make it sound like I have any idea about a goat. I'd say we probably have equal amounts of experience here." But how is it going to look if he carts this goat into town and then hefts it off on Peggy. True, he couldn't have caught it without her, but that doesn't mean he puts the burden on her.

"No one's using the Police station across from my house...we could put it in one of the cells," he finally says. Still carefully using the word 'we' as to indicate that Peggy is not going to be let 100% off the hook. But, honestly, who is Sam kidding? He's going to end up with this damn goat.

"Well, in that case, let's arrest a goat," she says, because the very image of a goat in one of the police cells is certainly amusing enough that Peggy is more than willing to go with that. She's actually feeling better, though. Even though they're still trapped and even though she hasn't got a clue how to get out, she feels like she's actually accomplished something.

"Thank you," she tells Sam, "I don't think I ever expected to have this much fun capturing livestock."

If he was honest, he hadn't actually expected them to find anything. Well, okay, maybe a little something--but certainly not the way out. But you couldn't shake the satisfaction that came from feeling accomplished. Sam is glad they got something done--even if it wasn't what he'd imagined.

"Hey, couldn't have done it without you. If someone told me I'd be catching goats today I probably would have called them crazy," he says with a grin. "It was fun though...in retrospect." It had not been fun at the time, not at all. But now that they were returning with a goat and the hard part was behind them, he could admit it hadn't been the worst thing ever.

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Exploration Attempt #1

now i can't decide if they should succeed or fail

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