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Steve McGarrett ([personal profile] super_seal) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2017-11-28 08:40 pm

Calm Before the Cold - OTA

WHO: Steve McGarrett
WHERE: McGarrett House, Both Villages, The Inn, River
WHEN: November 21 - 30th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None to start



7I – Woods around House 114

Since the ice storm passed Steve had been working to rebuild their supplies at the house. With three of them there now, and winter coming in, he wanted to be as prepared as possible. Being a SEAL he’d learned how to live off the land in various conditions, winter included. Part of him even enjoyed the challenge of doing so, being out in nature… There was a certain peace to it.

For a couple hours every day, Steve can be found in the woods behind their house. He’s got a few traps set out there that need to be check on. None too close together, and nothing large enough to seriously hurt an adult human, but from time to time he catches something that they can eat - whether that something is enough to feed the three of them or not though is often a different story.

While out there he'll also collect things that can be burnt in the fireplace. At first he limited himself to things he could breakdown on his own, but after he found out about borrowing an ax from the Inn, he'll haul out bigger branches that have broken off from the trees to be chopped.


Both Villages - Path from House 114 to Main Village

When they’d moved into the house in the ‘new’ village, Steve had been happy it was so close to the open body of water. He had intentions of going swimming there regularly as well as possibly honing his spear fishing skills and various other open water activities. With the cold weather, however, that would all need to wait till the spring. Instead he had a long hike back to the main village daily. Not that he minded, Steve enjoyed the exercise and often traveled in a steady jog.


Inn – Borrowing Tools

Finding out that he could borrow certain tools from the Inn had been a huge relief, especially when he heard there was an ax. Steve had been gathering what he could to burn from the debris around their house but there was the need to chop some larger pieces as well. A couple days while he was in town he made his way to the Inn to sign out the ax, only to return home, chop some wood and then return back the ax back to the Inn.


Fishing by the River

The other location Steve could be found regularly was sitting on a rock near the river. His fishing pool was a long stick with a woven vine hanging down from the end of it into the water. It didn’t look like much, but Steve was often successful with it. Beside the rock he’d dug a small hole where he kept his catch as he tried for more.


Everywhere… Including Above.

Regardless of where he was, if there were others around he’d smile and nod in greeting. Anyone looking like they wanted to talk he’d easily engage in conversation.

All the while, he also kept his eyes open for others who either appeared to be gathering supplies or those who may be interested in making a trade. This winter was going to be harder on them than he liked, not having as much time to prepare as he'd prefer. They’d make due of course and he’d help others where he could, but he anticipating that trading what they could would help them the most.
71st_victor: (canon update)

Inn

[personal profile] 71st_victor 2017-11-29 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Johanna hasn't exactly been Miss Social lately.

Ever since she turned up in the fountain again, she's been hiding out for the most part either with Baze, Bodhi, or Finnick and Annie. It's hard for her to feel safe and harder for her to be civil, and the four of them know what to do with her sharp tongue. Still, some days, she forces herself to go out and make sure that she's not missing out on anything. Being uninformed can get you killed, after all.

She's making a stop at the inn to grab a pair of gloves from the common pile when she sees a familiar face, with axe in hand. "You know how to use that thing?" she asks dubiously, as if she's the only one around who actually knows how to actually wield an axe.
71st_victor: (canon update)

[personal profile] 71st_victor 2017-11-30 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
She hadn't even noticed a storm. Not sure what that says about her, she keeps a steady face as she stares at him blankly, stripping all emotion (not that there's much there to begin with) until she can look him up and down, not entirely sure what the storm had been like. Baze hadn't been impacted, that's all she knows.

"It's weather," she says flatly eventually. "If it's bad, it either gets better or worse and you die," she says with a shrug of her shoulders. "I think you know how to use it, but not as well as you could. Most men just hack away without the finesse you really need. Not only with axes," is her deadpanned quip.
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[personal profile] 71st_victor 2017-12-03 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
"It was bad last winter," Johanna says, with little flinching or pity for the weather. It is what it is and her skill-set means that she can provide wood in order to keep their houses warm. She's glad that she spent the summer working on it, because there's no way she has the strength in her arms now to justify heading outside to do anything.

God, she hates what the Capitol's done to her, because even now, the issue lingers and makes her even weaker, more useless. "I can instruct you," she says, which is the nice way of saying 'I'll tell you all the things you're doing wrong'. "Most people don't like the way I teach."
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Fishing by the River

[personal profile] ithuriels_blood 2017-12-03 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Clary was wearing the closest thing to normal clothes that she had: a pair of yoga pants, a tank top, boots and then her winter gear over top of that. She's a little cold but it's better than wearing the scrubs that they had been given. She hated feeling like she was a test subject.

She had been on her way to the hot springs while she could make it through the cold to the warm water but her path diverted when she spotted Steve sitting at the rivers edge. "How do you have the patience for that?" Her arms were wrapped around her torso with a pair of bright green emerald eyes looking over at him.

"I don't know how to fish." Clary admitted with a shrug.