sixthiterationlogs | 0I Waterlogged [OPEN]

WHO: Moana
WHERE: Fountain/Docks/Around
WHEN: December 27th
OPEN TO: ALL ARE WELCOME!
WARNINGS: Mentions of almost drowning…
STATUS: Closed

Prompt i – le mea e te

The waves crashed hard against her torso as the horizon spun and tumbled away. Something grabbed onto her foot and a violent pull jolted through her as another wave trapped her below the surface of the water. Her lungs burned while her fingers blindly groped the lagoon floor. Needles prickled against her senses and her vision began to falter and fade.

This is what she got for trying to pass the barrier reef.

Cold fire filled her lungs and her eyes snapped opened to find a large blackness surrounding her. This water was calmer and colder than what she'd experienced a moment before. She felt fabric constrict across her shoulders and then something new tethered around her feet. She didn’t have time to stop and consider these changes. She kicked at the water moving towards the light above her and the promise of air. She gasped as she broke the surface of the fountain, her fingers clawing at the cement rim before pulling herself up, over and onto the hard cold ground. She pulled off her scrub, the pack, her boots and her socks; feeling their weight press uncomfortably against her. She coughed and gasped, her dark brown eyes blinking away the stars and tears that filled her vision.

Her sight blurred and it took Moana a moment to focus on what was around her. The air was frigid, biting and gnawing uncomfortably at her wet skin. Her boots, pack and navy blue over shirt were tossed messily to her right side. She wasn't on her island anymore and the more she asked herself how she got here the more she drew a defined blank.

"Pua? Pua are you here? Are you okay?" Her voice was frantic as she looked around the base of the fountain. Her pet pig had been in the boat with her and she'd hoped that he'd somehow made it back to shore.

She was in so much trouble.

Prompt ii – Iloa mamao atu

She'd pushed the extra clothes and shoes into the pack. She wasn't used to wearing shoes and despite the fact that the ground was freezing she felt more comfortable without them on. Moana shrugged the pack over her shoulders before ringing out her thick black hair. Water pooled onto the sidewalk as she began to make her way through the small town. She had gotten general information from those she's spoken too but it was hard to believe. The gods wouldn't punish her like this, would they? Is this what happened when people tried to leave the reef? All of her questions felt very silly.

"What do I do now?" She asked no one in particular, her dark eyes moving over the small town. Wandering around helped her a bit but it felt too directionless.

She paused after passing a few buildings and looked up towards the sky in amazement. The snow on the ground had melted away and yet small little white fluffs were falling from the overcast above her. Moana held out her hand and then shivered as the cold ice melted on her skin.

"What is this?" Moana had been born on a tropical island; she'd never seen snow before.

Prompt iii – Na i le punou vaitafe

She had been told there wasn't an ocean and yet she couldn't really believe that. The ocean connected everything; she had to be able to find it. She ended up at the boathouse, her gaze peering around the building and the boats lined up on the docks.

"All rivers go to the ocean right?" Moana began to talk to herself, keeping her tone calm and yet curious. "I've never seen a canoe like this." She paused looking at the small boat that floated next to the dock. She knew how the village canoes were designed and built but she had no idea how something like these boats were built.

"Hello?"

She called, this time louder, wondering if someone might hear her. There was a feeling inside of her, something tugging her towards the rolling currents of the river.

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Moana was listening before the fall. Now she was pushing the snow out of her face and off her shirt. She didn't want it to melt on her, she already saw how cold that was and it wasn't the sort of thing she wanted to repeated.

Her head turned up to see Rory's hand and she smiled. "Thank you. I'm fine." She grabbed hold of his hand and steadied herself before speaking again. "They're just so strange. I never needed to wear shoes before and they're so big." She lifted her foot, looking down at the shoe with a frown. This was going to take more effort than she thought. She needed to practice.

"How do you walk in these?" Moana looked over at him and then down at his feet.

"It's not this cold where I'm originally from...but it can get pretty cold. We grow up wearing things similar to this," Rory explained. He figured he'd seen enough small kids trip over their shoes to understand that walking in shoes would definitely take some getting used to. He studied Moana for a moment and then shook his head, "I imagine it's not made any easier by the fact there is snow everywhere. It's hard enough to walk in snow when you are used to shoes if you want me to be honest."

His boots had actually fit fine, but maybe they were too big for her, "If you wear multiple socks that might help with them being too big. The socks will add some padding and make for a snugger fit."

"I can try it."

Moana wrinkled her nose at the idea of wearing maybe layers of socks. She didn’t know what they were but she was able to understand simply from his context, a fabric to slip over your feet to cushion from the cold. It’d protect them and in the boots she felt significantly warmer but she didn’t really like it.

"There are clear paths." Which was like looking on the bright side, Moana will probably have to wait for spring to really explore the area. "Did you or the people here clear it away?" As little as she knew about snow, she knew that nothing fell from the sky in perfectly patchy areas with walkways. "It must have been difficult. Walking through it probably isn’t harder." It was her way of saying that she’d be fine and figure it out. Those here have clearly had a hard time and while Moana was obviously not used to it, she was stubborn.

Rory looked around at the cleared paths, he hadn't really given it much thought honestly. But, well, it stood to reason that someone was clearing the paths with new snowfall.

"I imagine there are people around that have been doing it. I just got here too though, a few days anyway, and I certainly haven't been doing it," he said, although now he wondered if that was something he could contribute to. After all, he doubted they had snow plows.

"It would be a lot of work...though if people walk the paths regularly that probably helps keep the snow clear to some extent."

Moana nodded her head in agreement, her chin tilted up as the soft drifting puffs of snow fluttered down from the sky. They appeared to be drifting at such a lazy pace; she couldn’t imagine the amount of snow that’s on the ground now. How long had it taken to fall? She lifted her palm up, catching a wayward snowflake that then immediately melted in her palm.

"It’s so strange. Does it snow here all the time?" He didn’t know the answer and she knew that but the question popped out anyway. "Sorry. Can we go inside? Is there a place to stay?" She didn’t remember what he’d mentioned. She’d been rather enamored by the snow and upset about her shoes.

As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Moana was getting cold.

He didn't know, but he could make his best guess based on what he'd seen. "There's a lot on the ground for something that only happens rarely -- so I would guess it snows quite a bit. But I don't think it is all the time -- apparently there is spring and summer weather as well here, we just happened to get here while it was at its coldest," Rory explained.

"Well if you want to go inside for a bit, the house I snagged is back that way," he gestured with a tilt of his head, "But if you're looking for somewhere to stay more permanently I heard that there were a few rooms available in the inn or you could pick your own house. Not all of them are occupied." He wouldn't mind having Moana for a neighbor, she seemed like someone who could handle herself -- though at the moment she was very much out of her element. "I can show you either if you want." It wasn't like he had any other plans for the day.

Moana nodded, she understood enough to form a full picture in her mind. Her island didn’t have that many seasons but there was a part of the year where they got a lot of rainstorms so she tried to equate what Rory had said to that. "Okay." She hoped that it would warm up soon. She could already tell that she didn’t like wearing shoes and she’d have to find a way to make her dress again. The cotton she had on felt tighter than she was used too.

"Does the inn have a fire?" She might grab a house at some point but she didn’t know enough to think that was a good idea starting off. She didn’t know where food was and she knew nothing about the plants or the state of this village, not to mention that the houses were oddly built. "I think I want to go there first."

It was all so unfamiliar to her.

Edited (woops) 2017-02-04 23:22 (UTC)

"A nice big one, actually," Rory answered. He'd taken to eating some of his meals near that fire place so he was very familiar with that spot in the inn. It was really rather nice, all things considered.

He smiled pleasantly at her request. Something he could help with at least. "Sounds good. Let's go this way then," he said as he turned to lead her in that direction.

Moana's smile widened at the promise of fire and heat. "That sounds perfect." She would be able to take off some of her layers and the shoes. Walking there was going to be an adventure in and of itself.

She padded after him very slowly, picking up her feet almost awkwardly as she walked across the snowy sidewalk.

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idk if you want to wrap this sooner or later.

Yeah we can wrap this up soon and do new stuff!