Sixth Iteration Logs

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audaces

WHO: Poe Dameron
WHERE: Waterfall pool and surrounding streams
WHEN: June 22
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Partial nudity, probably

It's been a long time since he's been on a planet without a sunset. Even the dimming is strange, especially if you speak with any of the Terrans who are convinced this is their home-world. Still, Poe is nothing if not adaptable, and living as a pilot in first the Navy and then the Resistance has taught him the enviable skill all soldiers acquire out of necessity: being able to sleep anywhere, at any time, as long as he's got a few minutes to close his eyes, so he's managed to deal with the brightness alright.

The rivers going dry is another story.

Coming from a planet as wet as his, this is truly alarming. He hopes to any gods that might listen that all this is is a summer drought, that sooner or later the tides will turn (literally), and the normal water levels will return. He doesn't want to think about how the hell they're all going to survive if their water supply dries up.

The only good thing about the lower water levels is that it's easier to catch the poor creatures that live in them, which is why he's camped out at the edge of the waterfall pool, using green wood split into narrow strips to weave himself a basket, a smaller funnel-like basket stuck in the mouth pointing inwards so that whatever swims in cannot then turn around and swim back out. He's hoping to catch crawfish today. Wading in and out of the water does a lot to cool him off, but that hasn't stopped him from stripping down to his underwear regardless, both so that his clothes don't get dirty, but also because it's fucking hot. Settling his basket trap under a knot of roots along the water's edge, Poe clambers back up onto the bank and lies down on his stomach, folding his arms in front of him and resting his chin on them as he gets comfortable. He'll keep an eye on the trap for a while, see what saunters in. Hopefully it'll be enough for his lunch.

fishermansweater

WHO: E V E R Y O N E
WHERE: The waterfall
WHEN: During the hot weather in late May
OPEN TO: Anyone
WARNINGS: PROBABLY NAKED. cw your warnings in individual threads.
STATUS: Open. THIS IS A MINGLE, have at it, tag around, you know what to do. If you want Finnick, let me know in the comment subject!

He wouldn't actually say it was really hot yet, but it's definitely getting to the sort of temperatures that make Finnick miss swimming. There's no substitute for the sand of a beach underfoot, the reassuring roar of the surf, the taste of salt in the air, but there is at least water here, tumbling down from the waterfall and flowing through the canyon until it disappears into the rocks to the south. And he knows from constantly checking his fish traps that the water is deliciously cool.

He's tested out a few spots along the river for swimming, and it's good to be in the water again, after being kept out of it for so long by the harshness of the winter. Not swimming doesn't feel right to him, and it never has. He's never spent this long somewhere with a winter this cold, and he can't remember ever going this long without swimming. So Finnick's been testing the water out since before it was probably what most people would consider to be warm enough to swim. It had helped that he and Annie had some gifts to hunt for in the river, but those have long been found, and now it's just for relaxation.

The calmest, most relaxing place he's found so far for swimming in the river is the pool at the foot of the waterfall, where the water plunges into the canyon crisp and cool from the heights of the cliffs. It's deep around the falls, and it's big enough to swim, and Finnick spends most of the hottest parts of the day there.

So whenever he hears someone talking about the heat while he's dropping food off in the village, he suggests they try the waterfall pool. Word's likely to get around, so he won't be entirely surprised to find other people stopping by the falls.

When they do, they're likely to find him swimming around the deep part near the falls, stripped down to his underwear and, from the grin on his face, having the time of his life. It's clear just from looking at him that he's good at this, moving through the water with a confidence and grace more like to a sea-creature than a man. He's in such a good mood that he even calls out to greet many of the people who approach.

Of course, he's not the guardian of the waterfall: everyone's welcome to stop by whether he's there or not. Once or twice, there's even a moose to be seen standing at the edge of the pool taking a long, relaxing drink.

herworship

WHO: Leia Organa
WHERE: At the canyon wall & on the outskirts of town
WHEN: Late morning & early afternoon, 27 April (A couple of days after arrival)
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: Angry birds
STATUS: Closed

[1 | Late morning, at the canyon wall - CLOSED to new threads]

There's no way around it: There is something here that Leia just isn't seeing. She likes to think that she's gotten pretty damned good at thinking outside of the box, of finding ways out of a tight fix and then wiggling through. That's what they do, her and Luke and H—

It's what she does.

There are people stuck in this hole in the ground who are much bigger, much stronger, definitely much smarter than she is, and okay, she gets having priorities -- You don't want people to starve. But two days in and it's already driving her crazy that there aren't more people out here every, single day trying to find that one weakness. The chink in the armor. Because it's here, she knows it is. There's always something to pry open or shake loose.

And okay, it's probably stupid that she's out here alone, that she has nothing but her own hands and feet against a sheer cliff wall, but what else is she supposed to be doing? Making soup? She wouldn't know how to begin. This, this she knows how to do, or at least how to start.

Even if you're trapped in a trash compactor or dangling from the bottom of a floating city, there's always something.

"Damn it," she hisses as her feet lose purchase and she goes sliding back down the side of the cliff once again. Wincing, she looks at her right index finger, the nail torn to the quick.

"That's what you get for forgetting the gloves," she mutters to herself, and then presses her lips into a line as she stares up the ragged rock. Maybe that bit of outcropping, if she could just reach it --

Leia turns, eyes widening as the sound of rapid flapping swoops down from the clear sky, an entire flock of of small birds agitated and on a collision course with her head.

The sound she makes is high-pitched and definitely undignified, and as she scrambles away, she's distantly glad that there's no one she knows here to hear it.

[2 | Later, back in town]

There are still feathers in her hair, Leia is sure of it. Leaves probably, too, to match the smears of dirt across her cheeks and hands and the sprung knees of her pants. She's definitely looked worse before, but she doesn't need a mirror to know she's also looked much better.

Pride smarting more than any scrapes and bruises, she's frowning as she emerges from the treeline and onto one of the dusty thoroughfares running through the village. At first, she'd balked at the idea of finding herself an empty house to settle into, had scoffed at the mere thought that she'd be here long enough for settling to be necessary. But the prospect of cleaning herself up in a shared bathroom twists her stomach. If she's going to take her licks, she'd like to do it in private, thanks.

There aren't any signs indicating occupancy on any of the tidy little homes, so she detours anytime one looks neglected, stepping quickly from the street and up to the porch to peer inside the grimy windows and take stock of what's inside. Under the circumstances, she probably shouldn't be so picky, but every good leader knows the importance of a proper headquarters, and if she's going to do this, she's definitely staking out a good one.

audaces

WHO: Poe Dameron
WHERE: Poe's roof!
WHEN: April 15
OPEN TO: S'chn T'gai Spock
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: ongoing

He's been here longer than one full moon cycle.

A month, as it's called. The moon that cycles above their heads is unfamiliar to him, but Poe is nothing if not used to the motions of celestial bodies, and being adaptable is essential in his line of work. Even if the rest of Black Squadron isn't out searching the galaxy for him (they're not), that doesn't mean he can just lie down and sink into a deep depression. He has to make the best of his circumstances. There is a chance, however infinitessimal, that someone might stumble upon his location and he can get snatched back. He has to make it until that time.

Giving up is not a Dameron trait.

His chores done for the day, Poe decides to take advantage of the strangely cloudless night to climb up onto his roof, using the pillars of his porch as a makeshift ladder, so he can lie back and admire the stars that wheel overhead. Like the moon, they're not familiar to him, but he's starting to recognize their shapes. Sooner or later he'll learn their names, and then this sky will be just as familiar to him as the sky wheeling above Yavin IV.

Folding his hands across his belly, he digs his heels in to the shingles to keep himself stable, and starts to whistle a tune he remembers his father singing as he cooked. It's a poor substitute for home, but it still brings him comfort nonetheless.

ex_halberd259

WHO: Lagertha
WHERE: Fountain/Inn/Forest/House #16/Fields
WHEN: 4/10 + onwards
OPEN TO: OPEN
WARNINGS: TBA
STATUS: Ongoing

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( Fountain ━ April 10 )

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( Inn ━ April 10 )

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( Forest ━ April 11 )

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( House #16 ━ April 12 )

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( Fields ━ April 12 & closed to Henry Tudor )

kosu

WHO: Spock
WHERE: canyon wall, inn
WHEN: March 19 - 21
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: N/A Will update as necessary
STATUS: Open

March 19 - Canyon Wall

Spock had thus far been lucky to escape the lightning bugs, taking care to avoid any swarms of bugs she had spotted in the distance. Even before realizing the side effects, Spock had been disinclined to study the bugs. Her new, human body was far more prone to injury than the body with which she was accustomed, and part of the avoidance stemmed from a lack of desire to be stung.

That sentiment only applied to the bugs because Spock had been spending an increasing amount of time near the canyon walls, studying them for a possible means of escape. She had been in the village for a month, with no concrete plan to return to her ship and no ability to leave, which was not at all her style. While she lacked the talent for creative problem solving that many of her human peers did, Spock was equipped with stubbornness and vast knowledge, even if it was somewhat harder to remember all of her knowledge and her recall was not as exact as it would have been were her physiology still that of a Vulcan's.

Logic dictates that a canyon wall has to lead somewhere. If she could simply reach the top - and even knowing that her fellow companions in the village would have attempted such a feat did not stop her.

It was the lightning bugs that stopped her. Not even that far up the wall of the canyon, the bugs swarmed over her, a stinging mass that surrounded her for a few minutes, causing her grip to slip on the surface, and sending her tumbling to the ground. Normally a fall from such a short distance would have been nothing for her, and she had learned from a young age how to fall so to not damage anything vital, but it still left her bruised and gasping on the ground.

"Pain is a thing of the mind," she ground out, muttering to herself as she attempted to clear her mind. Meditation would not help now, but at least the familiar mantra was a distraction.

There was a benefit to the fall, and to her attempt to meditate: she failed to pay attention to the fact that she had been stung.

March 20 and on - Inn, around the village

After her disastrous fall from the canyon wall and the subsequent fever from the lightning bugs, Spock had elected to stay a little closer to the village. She would be found at the Inn and the buildings close by, exploring more of the place she in which she was currently forced to live, as it stood to reason that she would be there for a little longer than intended.

For now, that meant figuring out a better idea of the location, and what was readily available. As she healed up - or rather, as soon as she could move without visually displaying traces of discomfort - Spock will be investigating the various buildings, especially the blacksmith's building and the schoolhouse.

audaces

WHO: Poe Dameron
WHERE: Outside the Cassidy (#3)
WHEN: February 7th
OPEN TO: Stella Gibson
WARNINGS: Undoubtedly lots of flirting, will update if anything changes
STATUS: ongoing

When he had gotten up that morning, Poe had been freezing. Now, he's used to sleeping on a military base, such as it was, and being part of the Resistance meant dealing with things like not having enough money to keep the heating systems working every minute of the day, so a cold morning isn't totally foreign to him. What had been foreign was waking up without hearing BB-8's chirping, without being able to fumble his hand across the messy table by his bed to activate his holo-clock so he could figure out what time it was.

This planet's sun is so far away. He hasn't yet learned how to estimate the time of day based on its positioning.

After greeting Rey and sharing the leftovers from their pitiful dinner the night before, Poe had decided he was going to tackle the mess that was their house. It's obviously been standing empty for months, and since he didn't have anything else to do, he decided he was going to do something about that. As the temperature slowly climbed, he flung open all the windows and doors, even going so far as to haul their bedding out over the railing so he could beat the hell out of them to dislodge dust and dirt and air them out a little. Once that was dealt with, and he'd grown too hot to keep his long-sleeved top on, he'd decided to tackle the sludgy mess that was their front aspect.

He'd borrowed a broom, which made cleaning the path to their door a lot easier, and even begged a bucket off someone so he could take a rag and some hot water and wash down the muddy white-painted trim. Poe learned early on, from long summers being forced to re-paint the fences around the Dameron compound, that the easiest way to keep from having to do a big repair job was to do little maintenance work throughout the year. If he has time, he might even try to sort out the whole firewood situation, since the wood-burning furnace in the cellar eats up an astonishing amount of wood, and he knows how much he and Rey both appreciate having hot water on tap.

Getting into a comfortable rhythm, he starts to whistle to help pass the time as he works, a cheerful Yavinese melody that warbles through the clear air like birdsong.

scrounged

WHO: Rey
WHERE: Outside the inn, at first
WHEN: Backdated to a couple of days after Poe's arrival
OPEN TO: Poe Dameron
WARNINGS: None inherent, will edit if anything comes up
STATUS: Closed

Having been in the Village a few days now, Rey was trying to get the lay of the land. She'd walked the same route each day, familiarising herself with the placement of the buildings and the way the river meandered, lengthening her path a little more each day and adding a little more to her mental map. Inside she was already resigning herself to the fact that she was stuck here - if there were a way out, someone would have found it by now - but she already feels restless knowing her world had been reduced down to the few square miles of the canyon. She'd spent enough of her life stuck waiting, and to be forced back into a cage even smaller than the one she'd stepped out of not too long ago felt stifling.

She's swung back on herself a little earlier than usual today, feeling the chill set in her bones. She didn't think she would ever get used to the temperature here, the way the cold bit at her fingers and set her teeth chattering. Discovering hot water coming out of the faucets in the house she'd been staying in had been a revelation, but there was nowhere to build a fire. She'd remembered there being a roaring fire in the inn, though, and decided to head over there to get the feeling back in her fingers.

As she rounds the corner she sees a familiar figure exiting the very building she'd been heading toward. Rey hadn't had the chance to get to know Poe Dameron well, and her first thought is that he's a rather odd choice for her to be hallucinating. The more she stares, however, the more convinced she is that he really is here. Her face splits into a grin as she heads toward him, raising her hand high above her head to wave in greeting.

audaces

WHO: Poe Dameron
WHERE: The fountain
WHEN: February 2
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: sexual themes
STATUS: open

Yavin IV is a temperate moon with many rivers and lakes, and Poe spent a large chunk of his childhood pretending to be a fish in their warm, tropical waters. It means that he's got a deep-seated instinct when it comes to water, his breath stopping immediately, mouth closing, legs kicking, all to propel him towards the surface even before he fully registers where he is. Normally, the water he's used to is much warmer than the water he suddenly finds himself in, and he almost always has a memory of how the hell he got into it, but those are all concerns that can be dealt with after he's broken the surface and has taken a proper breath again.

After allowing himself a moment to discern what direction is up, Poe kicks hard, cutting through the water with his palms as well to propel himself up as quickly as possible until he breaks through to cold, biting air in a sudden splash.

Gasping, the frigid air like knives in his lungs, he reaches for the first solid object he can find, which happens to be the lip of...a fountain?

"Kriffing hell," he gasps, clinging to the stone for a moment as he gets his bearings. It's freezing, there's snow everywhere, and yes, he's in a fountain. Outside of that, though, are some buildings, what look like large multi-use structures, perhaps, as well as smaller ones in the distance, residential dwellings, by the look of them. A few humanoid shapes can be seen as well, but most of them are too far for him to be able to call out to, so he sets instead to hauling himself out of the water. Almost the moment he gets his feet under himself, he starts shivering, but he ignores that for a moment longer, still trying to figure out what happened. "Where am I?"

Sixth Iteration

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ψ come away little lass come away to the water | SWIMMING MINGLE OTA

Episode V.I | She sees stars and rocket ships; [OTA]

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🔪 I » I'll see what tomorrow brings

[ open ] how sharper than a serpent's tooth

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