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sixthiterationlogs2018-09-30 12:10 am
succored) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2018-09-30 12:10 am
i got two hundred seconds
WHO: Ty Rhodes and you!
WHERE: Bunker, Peach Orchard, House #15 in the South Village
WHEN: Around 9/30
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None, TBA
[BUNKER ARRIVAL]
The sound of water rushing past him was what woke him initially, but like some kind of paralytic lucid dream, he was sluggish at waking. Which was odd, considering Ty was usually fairly alert as soon as he was awake, but he had difficulty even opening his eyes. Then there was the sudden sensation of falling, and hitting the unforgiving ground.
Groaning, he opened his eyes, vision blurry for a few moments as he tried to get his bearings. The last thing he remembered was heading home, snow crunching underneath his boots, mind racing a thousand miles a minute but this-
Gingerly, feeling returning to his limbs as if he’d been asleep for a long time, he reached up to wipe the water from his eyes. He ran his hands through his hair to keep it from dripping more liquid into his face, undoubtedly spiking it up in odd directions as he tried to slick it back.
It took a few heartbeats to figure out he was in some weird laboratory looking room, apparently he’d been stuck in a tube up until now, and whoever was standing at the console was the one to let him out. Or put him there in the first place.
“Thanks, I think.” His voice was rough with disuse, scrapped a bit raw. “Think I could trouble you for a towel?”
[PEACH ORCHARD]
Though there seemed to be communal resources, going for those first felt like some sort of failing on his part. He wanted to have something to contribute before he took anything, and unfortunately here it didn’t seem like he had anything from home. And while he was grateful the pack had given him clothes, he was a bit disappointed there hadn’t been one tool in there for use.
So instead he’d decided to forage, taking a few test bites of the peaches to make sure they weren’t anything strange. Quite the opposite, it seemed like eating them made him feel better somehow, so he was stuffing a few into his backpack when he heard someone approached. He had looked around the orchard to see if anyone was tending to it, but it had seemed like it wasn’t really anyone’s. Perhaps he’d made a mistake?
Slowly he raised his hands to show he didn’t have anything in them but a peach, turning his head to address whoever was coming up.
“Sorry, is this your land? Didn’t mean to trespass.”
[MAKING A HOUSE A HOME]
While Ty had some trepidation about using the communal resources for now, turning down shelter would just be shooting himself in the foot. Especially since he had no real tools to call his own and he had always been susceptible to cold.
It was a bit creepy to put roots in a house that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, but it gave him something to do while he came up with a game plan for this place. In an effort to help out his mother, he had gotten in the habit of keeping things neat and tidy, so airing out the house, trying to combat all the dust and cobwebs, and checking to see what was in working order kept him from panicking too much, initially. He was here, he might as well make the best of it. And be on good terms with the people who lived nearby, considering he had no idea how long he was going to be stuck here.
He was in the process of beating all the dirt out of the linens, the blankets draped over the railing of the front porch, when he finally saw some signs of life in the neighborhood. He waved and called out a good morning to anyone who passed, before covering his face back up with his sleeve, and going back to work.
WHERE: Bunker, Peach Orchard, House #15 in the South Village
WHEN: Around 9/30
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None, TBA
[BUNKER ARRIVAL]
The sound of water rushing past him was what woke him initially, but like some kind of paralytic lucid dream, he was sluggish at waking. Which was odd, considering Ty was usually fairly alert as soon as he was awake, but he had difficulty even opening his eyes. Then there was the sudden sensation of falling, and hitting the unforgiving ground.
Groaning, he opened his eyes, vision blurry for a few moments as he tried to get his bearings. The last thing he remembered was heading home, snow crunching underneath his boots, mind racing a thousand miles a minute but this-
Gingerly, feeling returning to his limbs as if he’d been asleep for a long time, he reached up to wipe the water from his eyes. He ran his hands through his hair to keep it from dripping more liquid into his face, undoubtedly spiking it up in odd directions as he tried to slick it back.
It took a few heartbeats to figure out he was in some weird laboratory looking room, apparently he’d been stuck in a tube up until now, and whoever was standing at the console was the one to let him out. Or put him there in the first place.
“Thanks, I think.” His voice was rough with disuse, scrapped a bit raw. “Think I could trouble you for a towel?”
[PEACH ORCHARD]
Though there seemed to be communal resources, going for those first felt like some sort of failing on his part. He wanted to have something to contribute before he took anything, and unfortunately here it didn’t seem like he had anything from home. And while he was grateful the pack had given him clothes, he was a bit disappointed there hadn’t been one tool in there for use.
So instead he’d decided to forage, taking a few test bites of the peaches to make sure they weren’t anything strange. Quite the opposite, it seemed like eating them made him feel better somehow, so he was stuffing a few into his backpack when he heard someone approached. He had looked around the orchard to see if anyone was tending to it, but it had seemed like it wasn’t really anyone’s. Perhaps he’d made a mistake?
Slowly he raised his hands to show he didn’t have anything in them but a peach, turning his head to address whoever was coming up.
“Sorry, is this your land? Didn’t mean to trespass.”
[MAKING A HOUSE A HOME]
While Ty had some trepidation about using the communal resources for now, turning down shelter would just be shooting himself in the foot. Especially since he had no real tools to call his own and he had always been susceptible to cold.
It was a bit creepy to put roots in a house that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, but it gave him something to do while he came up with a game plan for this place. In an effort to help out his mother, he had gotten in the habit of keeping things neat and tidy, so airing out the house, trying to combat all the dust and cobwebs, and checking to see what was in working order kept him from panicking too much, initially. He was here, he might as well make the best of it. And be on good terms with the people who lived nearby, considering he had no idea how long he was going to be stuck here.
He was in the process of beating all the dirt out of the linens, the blankets draped over the railing of the front porch, when he finally saw some signs of life in the neighborhood. He waved and called out a good morning to anyone who passed, before covering his face back up with his sleeve, and going back to work.
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"What about you, Ty?"
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"It's kind of a weird place, isn't it? Do you remember what you were doing before you got here?"
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“Things are very different here,” she agrees. She has no access to her artes, for one thing. And the animals are all wrong.
The second question makes her look away. Before she got here she was waiting for a dear friend who was probably never coming back.
“I remember.” Then she looks up again. “Do you not?”
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"I do." He paused, glancing around again, as if he still couldn't really believe he was here. "It just doesn't make sense. I was at home, and I would have noticed if something was off." He would like to think, but the past few days had been chaotic. Had he suffered a break down without noticing? It seemed pretty unlikely.
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"I've heard it's the same for everyone. One moment you're somewhere else, the next you're underwater, here."
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"Sorry, you must have come here for a reason. Don't let me keep you if you have things to do."
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She blinked at the question for a moment.
“Oh, no. I just wanted to make sure I could find it from memory. If I’m going to be here for a long time I should be familiar with the area.”
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"You mind me tagging along then as you rehash your memory? I'm curious to know what else is around here."
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“There’s a hot spring, but I’ve never tried to get there from here.”
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He gestured for Natalia to lead the way, before falling into step beside her. "What else is around here?"
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"There's a greenhouse, though I've been warned some of the plantlife is dangerous. There's also a mill, a schoolhouse with a library, and the small bit of farmland separate from the peach grove."
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"Have people been planning a lot of crops here already?" After the springs the farmland would be the best place to poke around.
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To reach the springs they have to cross the bridge between north and south villages, but Natalia opts to aim straight for the bridge rather than use the paved streets as a crutch for her memory.
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"Are the fields communal too?"
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"My understanding is that the peach grove was a natural occurrence, while the fields clearly aren't. You'd have to ask."
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When it seemed like they were getting close, he perked up, grinning.
"I think I hear it."
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She hears the water around the same time he does, and she smiles.
"Yes, I think I do too. It's much closer to the village than I realized."
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As they approached the springs, he crouched down next to the water to dip his hand in, grinning. "This doesn't seem half bad. Thanks for letting me know this was here."
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She smiles more brightly than before at his thanks.
"I'm happy to be of service." She really, genuinely means it.
this good to start wrapping up?
"Let me know when you're going exploring again. It seems dangerous to do this on your own." And not just for her, but anyone really. Who knew if the terrain here could be treacherous, and the last thing that needed to happen was someone getting stuck somewhere alone.
Yep!
“I will, thank you.”