sixthiterationlogs | Right now it's pretty crazy

WHO: Jacob Frye
WHERE: South village, Inn, Altair's house, Rundown village
WHEN: The first part of January before One Man Show
OPEN TO: Open to All, locked post for Altair. Rundown village trip is open for anyone that might tag along, multiple threads welcome
WARNINGS: Rated PG for Jacob being a reckless idiot?

Desperately keeping busy - South Village

The events of New Year's Eve helped Jacob to try and ignore the changes that have left him unsettled in this place. Sadly that event was only one night, and now he's back to dealing with everything going on in his own head.

Or doing everything he can to ignore it all.

It's why he spends a lot of time in the Inn. Not only are there others around, but there's maps and notes about the surrounding area, what is out there to be wary of, and where he might continue to look for any signs of Evie, Connor, or the others that have disappeared. Certainly there's the stories of them being returned home, but he needs to know, not just rely on stories.

He spends a lot of the day in or around the Inn, though much of that is perched atop one roof or another. Not merely the nature of the assassin, but because the house is much emptier than he is used to, and spending his time watching over the village - or falling asleep late into the night after doing so without going inside - is less wearing on his nerves. It takes a bit, mapping things for himself and planning out what he might do without wandering too far in case the weather changes, but eventually he has a plan and a course of action.

Planning - Locked to Altair

Since even before Evie vanished, since Jacob had found Altair hurting from the images he had seen, Jacob has made a point of stopping by Altair's home from time to time. Now, having come to a conclusion of at least one more place to check, both for those missing as well as supplies that might help them in the village.

So used to having Evie there to talk out plans with, it actually does occur to him that maybe heading out for a few days might not be the best of ideas. Not without telling someone where he's going. So he heads over to Altair's, looking a bit worse for wear if the dark circles under his eyes are any indication.

Adventure awaits - Hike to the Rundown village, scouting there

Packing the sack his clothes were in when he arrived, Jacob sets out to the rundown village he saw on the map at the inn. Evie had mentioned other areas there might have been people when he first arrived, and he can't help but want to see them himself. Just to be certain his sister hadn't wandered there alone.

He might be used to cities, but he spends his days racing along rooftops and has a stamina to show for it. Taking his time to make the hike, planning to make it there with only a short rest overnight, and then see what he might find there and judge his return on that. No more than a handful of days, at most.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The freedom is a huge part of it. For a man currently living out of a train before this place, and spending more time looking down on humanity than around himself at it, this place is claustrophobia inducing, to say the least.

He nods though at that commentary. "There's enough here to suppose that theory," he admits. "At least as London appears, it's nothing like that. Nor any of the lands Northwest. Not that the skies vary much from one to the other," he admits. "But it has to have something beyond what is mapped in the records, and a reason no one has mapped them."

It certainly would be nice to be able to go more places than are currently accessible to them, Phryne has to admit. Or barring that to at least have a wider variety of people in the village. Not that she isn't well aware that village (and its twin) are only capable of accommodating so many people, at the end of the day. But even so she's far more used to sprawling metropolises than the more insular feeling the village itself tends to lend itself to on a regular basis.

"Some of that might be because paper is comparatively scarce, here? But even with I would have expected whoever is responsible for the buildings being here in the first place to have left some sort of record as what to expect beyond the immediate boundaries of the village."

And that they'd be at least reasonably easy to find, if they'd been expecting other people to follow in their footsteps. She'll admit that might not necessarily have been the case, of course. But still, the persistent lack of any significant information itches more than she's particularly willing to admit.

"I feel that lack of communication is fairly telling," he points out, shaking his head. "Though that could be a decent dose of paranoia talking."

And he's willing to admit that, accept that he looks at things oddly since being in this place.

"I can't figure out why they've allowed us boats if they're going to snatch us up and try and keep us here. Makes you wonder what happens if you try and leave." And then if that explains the people that have vanished as well.

"It's certainly not impossible," Phryne answers with a shrug. They've all been trapped in a situation that none of them are particular familiar with, much less in control of. Paranoia is, at least, not something she'd consider particularly surprising. Regardless of whether or not that is the case.

"I do know that there are a number of things that seem to rather be passed around by word of mouth? At least in so far as the local wildlife is to be expected. That could be part of the reason that there isn't anything like a map, yet?"

It's guesswork and she knows it. But to be fair, the same could be said of a lot of her work, back home.

"As to the boats... given that I'm not aware of anyone who's tried, it's a good question."

He nods, chuckling at that as he considers some of the things I've been told. "As has happened to me. I've been warned about a few things that one would think a record might be kept of. Though with the animals, I suppose not. Nor as much with the plants, though someone told me there are records at the inn. I need to have a look at those."

He pauses at that, considering. He'd come to bring her a gift but she seems to know a lot about the village and beautiful as well.

"You would think someone might have tried. Even if they're not in the best of shape. I've not sailed much myself, but I'm considering now." And seeing just what happens if he does.

"It's possible that there hasn't been quite as much need, with the animals? The vast majority of them don't seem to be particularly inclined to come into the village, for whatever reason. Not that they aren't necessarily still dangerous? But if there have been limited encounters with them, it stands to reason any information about them would also be comparatively limited?"

There is, of course, still no guarantee that's actually the reason, and she has, perhaps, not checked the records quite as much as she ought to have. But given that she hasn't known too many people to actually go out in search of the less friendly varieties of wildlife, it stands to reason, she figures.

"I'm not much of a sailor, personally. But it couldn't hurt to have someone make that attempt, I agree."

"One has to wonder as well, given the changes they've made to us and the things about our wrists and all that there may be a way those behind all of this might well be doing something to keep such creatures away," he points out. "Lord knows they've done things I never imagined were possible to people, after all."

And it would explain why the villages seem relatively safe, though why not tell them that to begin with?

"Perhaps I can find someone with the experience and get them to do it. Save myself risking capsizing a boat with me in it," Jacob says with a chuckle.

"It's certainly not impossible?"

Improbable, perhaps, at least by the standards of Phryne's era. But it's been made abundantly clear on more than one occasion that even so much the technology present in the village itself is well beyond that of Phryne's era. To say nothing of what the 'Observers' themselves might be using, although that has generally seemed to be something that can only really be guessed at, given their current lack of ability to actually make it to wherever the individual or individuals responsible for their presence in the village should happen to be.

"And I'm certain there has to be someone in the village capable of sailing a boat, to some degree or another."

Who that person might be is another question, of course. But even with the village being comparatively small she can't imagine there isn't someone who knows even just the basics of sailing.

Right now it's pretty crazy

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