sixthiterationlogs | things happen, that's all they ever do.

WHO: Reyes Vidal
WHERE: The bunker; the inn; the village generally
WHEN: Dec 2-5
OPEN TO: OTA, multiples for inn/village allowed
WARNINGS: Nothing really

Arrival in the Bunker (now locked to Kat)
The last he knew, he’d been trying to hitch a ride off Port Meridian, the crashed ark turned human city. He’d been standing in the elevator while it rose sluggishly towards the shuttle bays. Boring enough, yes, because the elevators always seemed to run far too agonisingly slowly despite their complexity, but it hadn’t been nothing out of the ordinary—

Until, the next he knows, the elevator has filled with water. The thought Is the ark malfunctioning manages to run through his head, but then he’s far too busy trying to find the door, failing, running his fingers along the crevices and edges of the container, realising it isn’t actually the lift anymore, and then, his worst nightmare: panicking.

Reyes’ nerves are steely even at the worst of times, but water is simply inexorable, unstoppable, unbargainable. Thankfully, the wait isn’t long before the seal hisses open and the water starts draining and someone (his liberator, he supposes) is helping him out, shaky and wobbly-legged and swearing in Spanish.

South Village Inn, a couple days later (OTA)
Predictably, Reyes gravitates towards the inn. It’s the closest thing to Tartarus, the bar he used to haunt — communal spaces where he can people-watch, get a sense for the group as a whole, possibly even eavesdrop.

But unfortunately, this place is nothing like the neon-soaked dive bar on his slum planet.

The room starts off empty when Reyes begins his inspection, but after a while he hears the creak of footsteps on ancient floorboards, and his head pops up from behind the bar, looking a little sheepish — and empty-handed, dusty. Poking around every single cabinet and shelf has led to absolutely nothing. “Is it true?” he asks with a gesture towards the empty bar, with the sound of a man who’s recently received a horrifying diagnosis from the doctor.

Around the village (OTA)
Reyes will be doing the usual for his first few days: roaming, information-gathering, people-watching, committing the layout of the area to memory. He’s also trying to suss out who lives where and if the fuss of a house is worth it, so can probably be found lingering and staring thoughtfully at the empty buildings, where a neighbour can catch him. He would also appreciate anyone willing to show him where to get/find food etc!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Probably a smart plan."

Finnick's seen it before, like in the 74th Hunger Games, tributes who rely on having a stockpile of food instead of finding it themselves, only to find that stockpile destroyed. It had been a turning point when Katniss destroyed the Careers' supplies and forced them to try to look after themselves. This place isn't as harsh as an arena, but that's because there's something like a community here. There are farmers, hunters, fishers, cooks and a man keeping the stores who all contribute to the wellbeing of the group as a whole.

Finnick and Annie even contribute to the food supplies by sharing some of their fishing surplus, and occasional other things they don't need. They look after their reputation in the group because that's a smart strategy, but they don't trust that the villagers will care for them. (Security is a good strategy too.)

Finnick studies Reyes for a while with his famously piercing gaze.

"You seem like someone who could get the hang of it."

A glance at the nearby ground shows that the shadows are longer than he'd expected; he's been out for more time than he'd realized. "I should go. Guess I'll see you around, Reyes."

"Most likely, considering there's nowhere else to go." There's a smile to soften that cynical bite to Reyes' remark, though -- they seem to be something of kindred spirits, and they both Get It in a way that the kinder, more altruistic villagers don't. The ones that aren't always calculating possible advantages and disadvantages, the cost for each give-and-take. It's almost a relief to encounter someone else who operates just as cautiously as he does: it reminds him a bit of home.

"But it was a pleasure meeting you, Finnick."

It's even the truth. And off they go in their separate directions: the victor to the outskirts of the village, the smuggler back towards the inn at the heart of it.

things happen, that's all they ever do.

cool with me

& closed!