arrival; what joy, a perfect holiday

[withoutahammer]

WHO: Neil Mackay
WHERE: Next to the fountain and then throughout the area
WHEN: February 25th
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Possible violence or threats of it, possible discussion of past war-time violence
STATUS: Just so very open

arrival;

The fountain feels like a dream- the water, swimming up through it but feeling the pressure, the need to reach air again... it's a bit more metaphorical than most of his dreams these days, but the theme's the same. Of course, then he breaches the surface and it's all a bit more real than it should be. It's chilly and it's wet and it's definitely not the Polish forests.

Right, then.

He'll be by the fountain for a while, sorting through the contents of his backpack and trying to untangle what the fuck just happened and how he wound up this far separated from the team.

reconnaissance;

Neil's exploration- whenever it ends up taking place- is systematic, thorough, and only slightly hampered by the fact that these boots are still squelching every time he walks. The rest of his clothes are dry, it's just the bloody boots that are getting on his last bloody nerve.

He spends a lot of time on the borders of the canyon, eyeing up the cliffs and wondering how fast it'd take whatever guards this camp's got to react, how fast the guns would fire. Not a test to make in the middle of the day, when anyone can see him. He'll be back once he knows more.

He spends time in the village, too, inspecting the buildings and watching the inhabitants with disguised suspicion. Fellow inmates or something else? It's too early to say.

Comments

[chosenbytheocean]

She nodded her head. "I'm making a net and then-" she rolled her shoulders in a shrug as they slowly made their way back to town. "I'm not sure after that but something." She might make a second net or she might try and make the skirt she'd been used too.

Moana was surprisingly skilled when it came to living off the land around her.

[withoutahammer]

"You've got options." He felt one of the stalks- some kind of milkweed, probably. Good for turning into fibre, good for making things. "Rope would be useful. Especially if we're planning to do that climb."

Neil had had training in the same thing, figuring out how to get what he needed out of the landscape. Wilderness survival was important when you got dropped into hostile territory with nothing but what you could carry.

[chosenbytheocean]

"I don't need rope to climb." Though she might make some rope anyway, anything that might be useful to those here. Moana had grown up in a culture where her first duty was to those around her, more than herself.

"I might though. If you think others might use it."

[withoutahammer]

"Everyone needs rope now and again, even if it's not for climbing." It's a very versatile tool and Neil's never had reason to complain about having it- it's usually the lack of it that makes his life harder. "It'd be good to have around."

[chosenbytheocean]

"I'll make rope." She smiled at him before shaking her head. The path way to town was easy though long from where they currently were. "Do you want me to make you a rope?" She didn't mind doing what it took to help others out though it'd put her own plans on pause.