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sixthiterationlogs2016-07-27 03:18 pm
tobeclosetohim) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-07-27 03:18 pm
004 { A life you don't live is still lost
WHO: Jo & THE COMMUNITY AT LARGE
WHERE: The Pub & Inn
WHEN: July 27th, Midday through Night
OPEN TO:Everyone was invited personally
WARNINGS: Jo's Better At This Than She Means To Be
STATUS: Open To All; Threads w/ Jo, w/ Others & Threadjacking Welcome
Jo told everyone she saw yesterday to come by the Inn & Pub today.
Anytime after midday, and to pass on the message to anyone and everyone else they saw. That it wasn't a meeting per say so much as something everyone was going to need everyone's help with and something everyone should probably get in on. But without clarifying much else.
She spent the rest of yesterday stealing nearly a half dozen curtains from houses that hadn't been claimed by anyone, and then acquiring enough charcoal to fill two small baskets. It's not paper and pens or pencils but it's going to have to do until someone has a better idea or finds better supplies.
The morning of the 27th, Thorfinn helps her get them tacked to two different walls of the main room of Inn & Pub using her knives to cut holes and then sharpened bones, from earlier meals in the month that she hadn't been aware had been saved even, banged into the wall to make them hold high and sturdy enough.
On one side of the room, three curtains line the wall and it says at the high top MAP & LANDMARKS. In the center most piece there are sketched bits for the buildings they can all recognize, the center most being the fountain, and in the distance the river, certain bits of forest, canyon wall, but there's a lot of white space in every other direction, too.
On the other side of the room, one curtain goes up, marked only at the top with FOR TRADE. For the moment that one is entirely blank, but sooner or later she going to end up writing Fresh Meat, with her name and Thorfinn's next to it. There's a second curtain for that wall folded behind the bar, for when and if it's needed.
For now Jo's sitting on a table, again, feet on a chair, elbows on her knees, hair loose on her shoulders, looking at the maps' ocean of white, waiting to see what else might get filled in by those who show up today. Or at least having a better idea of where they should still be looking that hasn't been covered half a dozen times already by everyone else.
WHERE: The Pub & Inn
WHEN: July 27th, Midday through Night
OPEN TO:Everyone was invited personally
WARNINGS: Jo's Better At This Than She Means To Be
STATUS: Open To All; Threads w/ Jo, w/ Others & Threadjacking Welcome
Jo told everyone she saw yesterday to come by the Inn & Pub today.
Anytime after midday, and to pass on the message to anyone and everyone else they saw. That it wasn't a meeting per say so much as something everyone was going to need everyone's help with and something everyone should probably get in on. But without clarifying much else.
She spent the rest of yesterday stealing nearly a half dozen curtains from houses that hadn't been claimed by anyone, and then acquiring enough charcoal to fill two small baskets. It's not paper and pens or pencils but it's going to have to do until someone has a better idea or finds better supplies.
The morning of the 27th, Thorfinn helps her get them tacked to two different walls of the main room of Inn & Pub using her knives to cut holes and then sharpened bones, from earlier meals in the month that she hadn't been aware had been saved even, banged into the wall to make them hold high and sturdy enough.
On one side of the room, three curtains line the wall and it says at the high top MAP & LANDMARKS. In the center most piece there are sketched bits for the buildings they can all recognize, the center most being the fountain, and in the distance the river, certain bits of forest, canyon wall, but there's a lot of white space in every other direction, too.
On the other side of the room, one curtain goes up, marked only at the top with FOR TRADE. For the moment that one is entirely blank, but sooner or later she going to end up writing Fresh Meat, with her name and Thorfinn's next to it. There's a second curtain for that wall folded behind the bar, for when and if it's needed.
For now Jo's sitting on a table, again, feet on a chair, elbows on her knees, hair loose on her shoulders, looking at the maps' ocean of white, waiting to see what else might get filled in by those who show up today. Or at least having a better idea of where they should still be looking that hasn't been covered half a dozen times already by everyone else.
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He paused in his drawing as an idea occured to him. "You know, I'm not sure what plants would work...but we could probably add some color to these maps if we were to mash up some of the inedible berries out there. It'll help with marking areas of importance or even where known edible plants and some of the animals tend to be...or where people tend to hunt." He knew that discovery had been helpful, though like him he had a feeling not everyone was great at being able to TELL what was edible from what was likely to kill them.
He shakes his head. "But, yeah, getting a system started of keeping track of where people are at would be good. If something were to happen...well, let's just say I'd hate to be stuck out in those woods without knowing someone could come rescue my ass."
He hadn't thought of it until now, but it'd be very easy to get injured out there and get stuck. Until now he'd mostly been considering the various ways they could end up poisoned with their food supply. Or inner fighting and injuring each other. He hadn't really considered just pure accidents.
"Probably shouldn't mark that on a map though...we could tear up more curtains and start a log book of some kind. You could also set up the map as a grid so we could use short hand."
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"I think it's smarter and safer if we do start knowing where everyone is, and where they are going. Having some figure on when they are supposed to be back, and ability to figure out something might have happened before they die of a broken leg and starvation--" Not to mention being killed or eaten by something else if they are alone. "--all the rest of that jazz."
"A grid and log book might be nice. We might need more curtains. This place is lacking in even paper, pencils, chalk..."
Her tone makes it obvious this list could go on and on a bit. That she'd actually been looking around before it became curtains and charcoal. She was using what they had and she'd go on using what they had as long as she needed to. But it didn't mean she didn't want supplies that were no where around here. Like paper. Like a gun. (Like her father's knife.)
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"This place lacks a lot of things. Hey if we run out of curtains we can always start carving into the walls -- I'm honestly not worried at this point what any past residences might say." If they didn't want them carving on the walls then they damn well could have left paper or not brought them here at all.
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Whatever whomever had left at their device was something they could make use of. The only rules were the ones they brought in with them. Everything else had the air to be forgotten, but in a way that just prickled at her too much, because they were brought here, specifically, too. "The houses down by the river were pretty flood damaged when I got these originally, it might make sense to even gut it for supplies."
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"Yeah. It would make sense to take stuff from them first. I've noticed we have a lot of buildings around that aren't being used...we've just all kept coming to the inn if we need to gather somewhere."