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014 Finding to many things [OPEN]

WHO: Moana.
WHERE: All Over.
WHEN: November 4th – 15th
OPEN TO: EVERYONE.
WARNINGS: None.

[ooc: Let me know the day and where you tag her. It is all open to run into her at any time or in between any action!]

Nov 4th – 10th | Letters Everywhere | 6i & 7i

Moana spent a great deal of time on her own.

She traveled between the two villages; checking on the boat, Itiiti and the ocean while also making an appearance at the inn to try to help everyone get ready for whatever winter horrors were about to befall them. Moana really hated the winter. She wore shoes, remembering Rory's threat of frostbite, but otherwise wore her island dress with a cloak pulled over her shoulders. Moana was against jackets because it restricted the moment of her arms.

When the first letter arrived, she was outside, collecting the milkweed stalks that she used to make fishing nets and rope. The envelop was red, almost missed among the collection of leaves that it had fallen into; what made it stand out was the familiar flame insignia that was sealed on the outside of the letter. Moana paused in her task to read it, her eyes narrowing at the block letters.

"What?" She looked around her to see if anyone was around to notice her outburst before continuing to read the letter. This was insane. She ripped it up, hiding the small pieces of paper among the red fall leaves. She thought it was over until she received a second letter the next day. This one was waiting for her when she went to get water for the inn. She frowned at the letter and then soaked it until it fell apart in her hands. The letter hadn't technically done anything wrong but it was receiving the brunt of Moana's frustrations. Two letters destroyed. Moana hoped that it was over.

The third day, Moana found the letter in the kitchen when no one else was around. She gapped at the red envelop, wondering how it had ended up in the kitchen. Someone must have seen who dropped it off. Moana pushed her way into the common area of the inn but didn't see anything that was out of place. With a frown, she threw the letter into the inn's fire, watching as the fames quickly engulfed the paper.

Three days in a row and Moana was now dreading tomorrow.

November 7th was uneventful. Moana spent the day weaving at the inn. People walked in and out of the common area at a steady rate from early morning to late evening. Nothing happened until Moana returned to her room; she found another letter resting on her bed. This was insane!

This time she didn't destroy the letter but took it with her. She shoved it into her pack and left for the other village: 7i. The path was familiar to Moana but it took her time to travel across the breach and then to her destination on the other side. Her goal was the peach trees though she wasn't sure what she was going to do once she got there.

Standing beneath the peach trees, she read the letter again, this time out load. "Steal an item of true value from another person." She looked up at the trees with a frown. "Another person." She echoed the sentiment as if it was somehow the key. She didn't want to keep finding these letters and she wasn't sure what else to do. She couldn't bring herself to steal something of true value from someone else but she had something that didn't belong to her, something that held true value to its owner.

Moana took the dormant Heart of Te Fiti and slipped it into the red envelop. She quickly scribbled a note with a pencil she had swiped from the inn weeks before and placed it at the base of the peach tree. The letter she left was short and to the point, she hoped that it was enough.

'This isn't mine and it is truly valuable. I don't know what game this is but please, let this be enough to leave the others alone. -Moana'

Nov 11th – 15th | Green House Glasses | 7i

Moana was hoping for some uninterrupted peace now that she had dealt with the fiasco with the letters. She felt a little lighter, breathed a little easier, and smiled a little brighter. She didn't think it had anything to do with the letters exactly but she felt less doom and gloom about the onset of winter. It probably wouldn't last but she would enjoy the feeling while it was here.

It was during her adventures around the 7i village that she stumbled upon the glass panes and frame for the green house. Of course, Moana had no idea what it was for but she was fairly sure that it hadn't been in this house the last time she had walked through. She tried to lift one of the panels of glass only to have it tip on top of her. She used her body to soften the fall and keep the glass from shattering but she wasn't sure how to get up without accidently breaking it.

"Help!" She called out, unsure if anyone was going to hear her.

After what felt like hours, Moana wiggled her way out from under the glass, cutting her palm in the process. It stung but she was too distracted to focus on it. Instead, she ran from the unassuming house, hoping to find someone to inform about her discovery.

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"It's called a greenhouse because you can keep plants in it year round and they won't die. They stay green," Oliver explains. "The sun goes through these glass panels and keeps the plants warm in a way they won't be if they're just outside in the snow."

He doesn't know where she's from that she wouldn't know the term but he's happy to explain it to her.

"Does that make a little more sense?"

Moana listened attentively as Oliver began to explain. The first part she knew but no one had been able to explain how the plants were able to survive when they were only surrounded by glass. Moana didn't have glass on her island and had only been introduced to it here. After inspecting a window at the inn she couldn't figure out how the glass could keep it the heat, it was always colder near the windows.

"A little. It's just..." She looked over at the glass panels and then finally at Oliver. "Is the sun really able to keep them warm when its cold outside? Why don't we live in glass houses then? If it's warmer." There were so many reasons why that didn't work.

"Winter is confusing." Moana announced with a frown. Her island had two seasons: when it was sunny and hurricane season.

"Well, we don't live in glass houses because the heat we have inside will escape through the glass. It's not insulated," he explains. "But in the winter, there's not as much sun so the plants don't grow. The glass concentrates the amount of sunlight for the plants inside the greenhouse."

Oliver watches her for a moment. "Does that make a little more sense?"

"But won't the cold kill the plants?" That was the part that was confusing her. Even if the house was made of glass it'd be the same temperature inside the green house as it would outside the green house.

"Like when all the leaves fall off the trees."

"It can still," Oliver says. "So you have to insulate them, which you can do with blankets or wood chips. The sun gets more concentrated through the glass, though, so it's easier to keep them warm."

He taps lightly on the glass. "And the glass keeps the rain and the snow out, too, so you can control the temperature better."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense." She was having a little trouble understanding it but maybe seeing it will help. "Does this mean that whoever brought us here is giving the village a green house? Why put it so far from where people are living?" Moana hadn't thought about it before but maybe their captors wanted them to move to this village.

"Unless being next to the ocean helps it?" That sounded silly and probably wasn't right.

"Hmm, don't think being near the water helps. It might be that they want us to move over here, though," Oliver says. "That they want us to spread out a little and not keep to the same village that everyone lives in now. I live on this side already."

Oliver knows he's one of the few who does, though.

"I'm moving here." Moana admitted as she stared at the panel of glass. "I build a boat with a few others and started putting traps out in the ocean. I thought if I could fill the inn here with things then it might give us more places to live."

She also really wanted to live by the ocean.

Her attention refocused on Oliver as if she had pulled herself from her thoughts. "Do you think that's a good thing? To want to try and do? The inn feels very full lately. I worry we might run out of room." Though right now there was a bunny in her room and nothing else. If she had found a second bunny then she might be able to bring them here to have eatable bunny babies.

"We won't run out of room as long as people start spreading out to live over here," Oliver says. "Some people are always going to want the safety of being close to other people. It's human nature. But those of us who can provide for ourselves, we're not afraid of being more isolated."

Moana seems to be one of those and Oliver knows he can do what needs to be done in order to survive. He wonders how many others in the village think like them, though.

"I guess so." Her head tilted to the side as she slipped into the depth of her thoughts. "I'd like to make the inn livable for everyone. Not just people who know how to survive but people who want to learn too. Like on my island. We all worked together and... this isn't there but I think we can do that."

She was very idealistic.

"You mean the inn on this side? That's something we can work on," Oliver says. "I don't mind helping you put in the work. I might not know how to do everything but I can learn."

He knows how to do a lot more than his background might suggest, yes, but he isn't an expert in carpentry or plumbing or anything like that. "Do you know anyone else who can help us?"

"Yeah." Moana's expression brightened when he offered to help. "That's alright. I know how to do a lot. I can make sure that the roof is fixed and the building is sealed. We need a collection of wood for cooking and keeping the building warm and then to start stocking food. I set some traps in the ocean but I haven't check them yet." She didn't know if there were fish out there or not. She was giving it some time since she had to push the boat back into the water to then reach all of the traps that she had set.

"I think I know a few people who might be willing to lend a hand. Killian knows a fair amount." And Moana was fairly sure that he was living alone at the moment, maybe he'd want to move into the inn over on this side.

"And Itiiti can sniff for mushrooms and others roots and this gives us a garden." She looked at the green house. "Eventually."

"Eventually, yes," Oliver agrees. "We have a lot of work to do but once we have everything started, it's not so difficult to maintain it. It's just...rougher living than I'm used to."

He's used to life in a city, for the most part, and while he'd been on an island for a while he's let the city make him soft. He has to hone himself sharp again. "We're lucky to have someone like you who knows what they're doing."

Moana was lucky because she'd grown up on an island that was similar to this one. The plants were different and the seasons were colder but she knew what needed to be done in order to survive. Even knowing as much as she does, she wouldn't have been able to survive if not for the others in the village.

"Everyone's important. We all have a role and a way that we can help." There were a lot of things that Moana didn't know and she never pretended too. "If there is anything that I know that you want to learn, I can teach you." Like fishing, mostly.

"I could stand to learn a few things. I could teach you about the kinds of plants we have here. I'm not as good as some people are with them," Oliver admits, thinking of the botanist who sometimes runs the town halls, "but I grew up in an area similar to this one. I know how to survive in a place like this when it gets cold and which herbs and plants last through the snow and which don't."

"Anything you can teach me would be helpful." She needed a place to start and the best place to do that was usually the beginning. Moana had done some tests with the plants surrounding the village but she couldn't say she really knew them well.

"Maybe in the spring we can collect seeds to?" Since they might have a green house by then also.

"I don't know much about the actual planting and raising of seedlings but I can definitely help you with the greenhouse," Oliver says. "I've got the muscle to do the manual labor part, for sure, and I know how they work."

That's a leg up on some people here, at least, but he's learned that cooperation goes a long way around here.

"I know some but I can also ask around." Moana had absolutely no reservations about asking for help.

She smiled at him. "Thank you." He had saved her from a losing fight with a panel of glass, wrapped up her hand using his shirt and now he's offered to help her create a livable area for those in the village next to the ocean. It felt like a lot, more so since they had just met. "For offering to help me." She clarified, just so Oliver knew why she was thanking him.

"I don't see you around the inn in the other village." She was curious as to why when he seemed so helpful.

"Don't spend any time there," Oliver says. That, at least, is slightly sheepish since he'd avoided the Inn like the plague for the majority of the time he's been here. It's only now that he's ventured out a little and spoken to others.

"You may have seen my girlfriend, though. Felicity? She has long blonde hair?"

"Felicity?" Moana repeated the name before shaking her head. She might have seen her but she didn't remember formally meeting her. "If I run into her I'll make sure to say hi." She liked meeting people and while being stuck here wasn't the best situation, Moana was determined to make the best of it.

"If I get the inn here together, will I see you and Felicity there?"

"Well, I hope so. Felicity likes to go out a lot more than I do," Oliver admits. "So there's a good chance that if we get the new Inn up and running, she'll probably drag me out and say that since it's a shorter distance to go, I have no excuse to stay home."

Moana nodded her head. "Got it." She smiled and then turned her attention back to her palm. It didn't look like it was going to get infected but Moana wanted to make sure. Getting sick usually meant dying and that wasn't the sort of thing that she wanted to chance.

"I should wash this out and make sure it doesn't get infected but I'll see you around."

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