Sixth Iteration Logs

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 19-27 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such, snakes, hallucinations

IMPORTANT NOTES: This is the second of two mingles. Please see the timing and general event details here.

Not putting any mod top-levels in this one — Just make sure you label your own top-level clearly as to whether it's Expedition or Recovery, and as always, whether it is OTA or not!

Please keep in mind the established plot details, but creative license is welcome and encouraged as long as it doesn't step on toes.

unpreach

WHO: Kate Fuller + 1 Single thread + 1 OTA
WHERE: Bunker + Inn
WHEN: 10-12th
OPEN TO: Anyone! Though one only for her Bunker arrival, please :)
WARNINGS: None as yet

Caught in the riptide

bunker || ooc: single thread only please

[ People have a way of looking peaceful, younger even when they're asleep and the girl surrounded by water in the pod is hardly an exception. Of course, Kate Fuller has never looked a day older than her seventeen years. Even after everything she'd experienced in Mexico, she was just one of those people who was be cursed with a baby face. Like this, however, encased in water with her fine, dark hair billowing around her, it was hard to imagine she'd ever seen a difficult day in her life. Her features looked too soft, her rosebud lips too pure and her round face and full cheeks all spoke to an innocence she'd lost many months ago now.

As the water drains away and she opens her hazel eyes, you may get a sense that she's not your normal teenage girl, panic fast giving way to determination as she recovers fast enough to look for anything she could use as a weapon. There's nothing, of course, only the weight of the bag she has strapped to her back but Kate wastes little time in trying to twist it around her body so she can use it as a shield against the person who is releasing her from the tube.]

I swear - if you come any closer I'll make you regret it. [Her soft, southern drawl accentuated under the strain of panic she tries to suppress. It's a bluff of course and whoever is releasing her has to know there's nothing useful in her bag of tricks but if she's going to die here in this place - wherever she is - Kate's determined that she's going to go down swinging.]

I was searching for the truth

inn || ooc: feel free to approach her at any point within the following, heck you can go with spotting her at the window of the house she's staying in.

[No matter what she's told when she gets here, it will be several days before anyone gets a good look at the newest arrival. Just long enough for her hunger to reach a point where hiding is no longer an option. Until she walks into the Inn during today's lunch, Kate has been little more than a face somebody might have caught a glimpse of. She's been watching the others go about their day, trying to understand what exactly this place is. Has been reading the conversations on the network, yet hasn't once attempted to reply.

The smell of food cooking on her first day had almost been her undoing. Kate couldn't remember the last time she'd had a meal that hadn't come from a can or a fast food place and the way her stomach had grumbled and twisted in on itself as she watched people come and go from the Inn? It had taken every ounce of willpower she possessed to remain locked behind the doors of the little house she'd been hiding in.

By day two, she doesn't even try to fight it. Instead, she waits, watching the people come and go, hoping to find a perfect moment when the Inn might not be overcrowded. It's only once she's made it inside that she realizes, there isn't ever going to be a good time to do this, but if her alternative is starvation? She reasons that the middle of the day should at least be the safest choice.

Still wearing the pale grey scrubs that allow her to blend in, Kate slips into the line of people cueing up for their meal, copying everyone else in getting a bowl and a spoon as she attempts to become part of the scenery. She thinks she's rather good at that and perhaps it would work for her back home, but around here there aren't enough people for newcomers to easily disappear. Her mere existence in the village is what makes her stand out and the more that people cast looks in her direction, the more she seems to resemble a deer in headlights, complete with wide, round eyes that she desperately tries to keep averted from those around her.

She can feel the panic begin to rise in her chest, her legs wanting to buckle under the weight of her anxiety and anyone within earshot might hear her growling something under her breath, a harsh whisper meant only for herself that at least seems to have the desired effect. She straightens then, rolling her shoulders back and projecting a confidence she doesn't entirely feel but she had a good teacher when it came to allowing bravado to take the wheel for a while.

That bravado will only get her so far, however, and she's not about to take her bowl into the middle of the dining area. Instead, Kate sticks to the outskirts, finding a table close enough to an exit that she can almost relax, her serving of what she assumes is some sort of stew, smelling better than anything she's had in a long time. She might change her mind if she were to discover that she's eating some small, woodland creature, but the way her stomach growls at her for taking too long? It's doubtful even that would matter.]

thebabysittersclub

WHO: Steve Harrington and you~
WHERE: The Bunker, then the streets/inn
WHEN: September 10th onward
OPEN TO: One for arrival, OTA for after
WARNINGS: Language

1) arrival ; bunker tubes - one reply please

[And here he'd thought he might get a break from the weird stuff for a bit. After a particularly hellish day, and no that wasn't an understatement in the slightest, Steve had hoped to just fall into his bed and sleep for 14 hours and do, well, nothing for a day or two. He earned that, right?

Besides, his face fucking hurt and he knew he was going to look like a mess for a while. Better to suffer and heal where he didn't have to deal with the stares.

He got his long sleep, at least, but he hadn't expected to wake up soaking wet. Did he piss himself and fall out of bed? A quick survey brought relief because no he did neither of those things, but this sure felt really wrong?

He brings a hand to his head with a groan, finally trying to open up his eyes.]

What the hell?

2) arrival ; wandring around/inn - ota

[The rest of the morning is something of a blur of shuffling around in crappy green scrubs, disheveled hair, and a face full of cuts and bruises. His head hurt like it never had before and his brain wasn't properly processing things or something. Either shit had gotten even weirder, he was hallucinating from a concussion, or he was having a very realistic dream.

He's a sight walking down the street, taking in the environment and coming away with nothing helpful.

Why is this his life?

At least he finally manages to wander into the most obviously inhabited building, pushing open the front door and heading inside the inn. There's people around, and most of them don't look crazy or hostile, but at this point that's the lowest on his list of worries. He's thirsty, hungry and sore and anything that could alleviate any of those things was all he really cared about at that moment.]

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