004 { A life you don't live is still lost

[tobeclosetohim]

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

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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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[seekingcrocodile]

Then there are people like him, who started out with a respect for certain others, like kings, and lost it. Now he won't give someone his respect until they've earned it, which is strangely hard to do considering his past as a pirate.

"That would make it easier to add to the map." Even his contribution, the stream, is a best guess of where it goes. He had nothing to assist him in plotting its exact course.

[seekingvinland]

It made enough sense, once one is burned they are careful of the fire and fear being burned again. It was a fine enough principal. Respect should be earned.

Thorfinn nodded, kind of grasping what Killian had spoke. He held the half carved compass up. "Bone." he spoke the simple word as he placed his finger against the center as if to say he intended to use a bone as the center to cast a shadow. "Map be good." He wanted Jo's map to be accurate, if there was a way to escape he wanted to find it. To return home.

[seekingcrocodile]

"A good map is better than a bad one," he agrees. "A bad map is better than none." So even if their makeshift map isn't to scale, or things aren't in quite the right spot, it's better than not having any idea of what's out there and where.

[seekingvinland]

"Yes. Better than none." He repeated, struggling with the words but mostly repeating. Repeating helped a lot. Maps were rarely kept in his crew he grew up in, usually burned or tossed to sea once a voyage was over, but he spent his time reading them when he found them. Learning them to kill the long times the ships would drift. "Welcome, Killian." He spoke after a second, offering his hand over to shake, being thoughtful enough to not hold it towards the hook.

[seekingcrocodile]

He has an almost compulsive need to know where he is, what's where, where the boundaries are, and he suspects it comes from so many years of studying charts. Of encoding his own in case they came into the hands of rival captains (good luck making sense of those, Blackbeard, and keep your sleazy hands off his stuff). So if someone hadn't already had the idea to put together a map, he'd have started work on it himself (though he probably wouldn't have thought to get input from others). He's got a pretty good mental map of the areas he's already seen.

He shakes the hand, carefully leaving the hook out of the way. "Thank you. Have you been here long?"

[seekingvinland]

Thorfinn had a need much the same, he liked to know where he was and how to get around so he could move with haste without having to worry about tripping or falling off a cliff. The map though, that he was more interested in it for everyone else.

Once the shake was returned, a strong shake too, Thorfinn pulled his hand back. He nodded in return to the thanks before he shrugged some. "Bad at time." He was not sure honestly how long he had been there, but considering he has trouble keeping up with how old he was, it wasn't that shocking.

[seekingcrocodile]

Bad at time. That doesn't really help. He searches for another way to ask the same question and get an answer. "Did you arrive with the first group of people?" Since they all seem to have arrived roughly at the same time, and have been here for longer than he has. He's not sure exactly how much longer, but long enough. It's one more piece of information to add to the puzzle.

[seekingvinland]

"No, came alone." He understood mostly what the question was. "After many others, before Kate." At least he remembered that. He stumbled across Kate on his second day while she was still soaked from the fountain. It was a marker of time at least.

[seekingcrocodile]

"I know someone who came with the first group." A couple of someones, actually, if he has it figured right. He's just glad there were people nearby when he arrived himself, alone and unaware of where he was.

How many days exactly it has been since then he's not so sure of. He wonders if that even matters.

[seekingvinland]

"I know two... one not know me though." He tried to explain, not sure how to say it. "This not my first place taken to." His english was bad but he was trying to explain it all the same. "I know Jo and Kol from another world." He hadn't told Kol though, he could tell from their meeting Kol didn't know him, Kol wasn't the same Kol who had tried to teach him english in Medietas.

[seekingcrocodile]

"I don't know Kol. I've just met Jo." So there's something else they have to talk about. "I know someone from before I arrived here, but this is the first place like this I've been to." Other worlds, sure, but they were all connected in some way. This one does not seem to be.

[seekingvinland]

He nodded to that, taking what he could of it. "Jo help, she know much." He gave a firm nod as he said it. Before smiling weakly. "I go now, Good day, Killian." He knew it was getting later than he liked to wait before heading out to hunt. So, he was about to leave to go do just that.

[seekingcrocodile]

"I'll see you around." He understand the need to be out and doing something. It's good to make these contacts like this, but it's also good to be doing things that actively aid in survival. Such as acquiring food in some way or another. He'll be heading out to go fishing soon himself.

[seekingvinland]

Thorfinn nodded in return, making his way to Jo's table to say something to her in a lower tone, grabbing up his bag before heading on out the door to get back to his daily tasks. If he didn't keep busy he was certain he would become downtrodden again quickly.