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Post by Vetti on Dec 2, 2016 14:08:35 GMT -5
DROP #4 YAY THINGS! Those who did not log in during the month of November, and/or are on absence were not included. Items that arrived in this drop: - Zephira Crichton 's 500 rounds -- 180 grain Winchester power-point ammo
- @bunnie 's Trunk of Traps: A metal trunk filled with high tension strength ropes, snares, bear traps, metal clips, and several small live traps.
- Eloise McCamy 's 41' 12 drawer tool chest containing masonry items including mallets, chisels of various sizes, stone mallets of various sizes, stone slipper, 3 hammers, spacers, trowels, nails and screws as well as a phillips and a flathead screwdriver
- Thea Everett 's 10 glass jars
- @muscle 's hammock
In order for your character to retrieve their items, you must make a post in character in this thread by Dec. 18th. ANYTHING LEFT AFTER THIS DATE WILL BE LOST TO THE SCORCH. Characters are encouraged to interact with others that are also picking up, but it's not mandatory. Characters that did not receive anything this Drop are still welcome to participate! |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 10:46:13 GMT -5
 Her time on this planet had been less than exciting. Despite the wilderness about the small community being truly new in all the ways this stupid stead wasn’t, Iris had found little in the matter of game. Though they’d likely been scared off because of the close proximity of civilization, she also couldn’t very well leave the town behind without more supplies.
So, she’d taken to hovering about the foot worn paths and shoddy structures to be had in the heart of the makeshift community, most often loitering about where they claimed her things would be dropped off at in due time. Though she had certainly been dubious, at first, there were indeed transit craft marring the heavens with their dark, metallic bodies today.
Laboriously slow in comparison to swifter cruisers and military ships, the bulky cargo unit blubbers loudly overhead, boxes, crates, satchels, and more propelling down towards the earth on their individual, white sails. Pulling herself back off the wall she’d been leaning against, the Louisiana native takes her usual long, sauntering steps towards the puffs of dust marking where each package has struck.
“Damn it,” she says as she peruses visually, not seeing her beloved crate of chocolates and perfumes among the gaggle. What she does see, however, is another somewhat familiar box, of sturdy steel. Feeling her eyebrows rise with some hope that these are at least her traps (and guide out into the wide, undiscovered world), her easy catwalk becoming a less careless jog towards the travel trunk.
Stooping to inspect her name on the shiny metal plate, the woman smiles, dark fingers clicking the latches up on the box to eyeball what she will make her tools of trade here. Without taking much time to rifle through them, pretty Iris rises to her feet, her still manicured (but chipped and certainly less polished) hand gripping a handle of the big thing. With a heave of effort, she begins to drag the thing across the compound towards a more private locale, leaving a smoothed trail in the dust where she pulls it (having discovered the wheels to be quite useless without pavement of some sort).
IRIS ANISE @bunnie DID I DO IT RIGHT?! THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Dec 11, 2016 23:28:47 GMT -5
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There was always a sense of hope mixed with dread whenever she saw ships heading toward the drop point. There was hope that she would would get there and find more of her meger possessions that she'd packed away and dread that when she finally got there she'd be disappointed and find that she had nothing. The last time a ship had come she'd been disappointed to find that there had been nothing for her, but in retrospect, Zee was one of the lucky ones. She was only waiting on a few more things to come in, but the things that she had gotten up to that point were completely useless until she got everything else that was coming. Still, even with her items that she couldn't use she was still lucky.
She'd been out in the field helping one of the cultivators when she'd seen the ship heading toward the drop point. She stopped what she was doing right away and took off in the direction that the ship had gone, eager to see if she would be lucky again.
And she was.
The minute she'd seen the crate with her name printed on the side of it she started grinning and she hadn't been able to stop. There was only one thing that could be in the the crate and she knew what it was, but that didn't stop her from prying the top off of it and looking inside. The sunlight glinted off of the brass shell casings and it was honestly the most beautiful thing Zee had ever seen. She put the crate lid back in place and grabbed onto the handle on the side of it and started dragging it back toward her home. Once there she'd load up her rifle and head out to make sure it was sighted in, and then she'd go off to explore a litlte and maybe get something for dinner that was bigger than a squirrel.
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Post by Eloise McCamy on Dec 12, 2016 20:50:26 GMT -5
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for this soon shall pass [attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]A s Eloise trekked towards the drop point, she wasn’t expecting much of anything. After all, she had just received her bricks in the last drop. Eloise assumed that there would be some type of rule that stated you couldn’t receive stuff two times in a row. That only seemed fair as far as she was concerned. But that wasn’t the case. [break][break] Not long after she arrived, Eloise spotted a crate with her name on it. Lo and behold, the crate held when she had been really waiting for - her masonry tools. This meant that she could really begin working on some structures. Her first order of business was going to be working on a house. She had spotted a cliff, and though she would have to do some more structural tests first - Eloise thought it would be an excellent place for a house. [break][break] She spent a few minutes poking through the draws of the chest - making sure that the contents of the chest were all accounted for. Though, Eloise mused, there wasn’t much she could do if anything were missing. Satisfied that her items were intact, she began dragging the crate back to where she was living. [break][break]
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Post by Vetti on Dec 13, 2016 22:33:25 GMT -5
WARNING GETCHO SHIT! Thea Everett & @muscle still need to pick up their things! Make sure you guys post before the Scorch hits (on the 18th) because it will destroy whatever is left here after that date, meaning you'll never be able to get it back! |
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Post by Thea Everett on Dec 15, 2016 20:57:06 GMT -5
I NEED TIME TO REPLACE WHAT I GAVE AWAY ❝ ..8, 9, 10. In her own little space among the commotion and strewn possessions, Thea recounted her large, bubble-wrapped objects. While many people chose to not reveal the contents of their packages, the girl’s excitement had forced her to open the sturdy box labeled “THEA EVERETT” prematurely. She raised and shook one of the large objects with both hands by her ear, curiously listening for a broken piece. Thea exhaled with relief and placed the concealed glass jar neatly in the corner of the box. One-by-one, she carefully lined the others until finally, the box's lid fell into place. Thanks, jolly old Saint Nick, she thought, standing up and nodding towards the ship with a smile. Thea did not know what she had done on this planet to deserve this luck or how much longer it would last, but in the meantime, she knew she would have to make the most of it. With her still and mash pot furiously wiped clean and her new jars, Thea had almost all the tools she would need to still again. All that remained were grains, yeast, sugar, and a pseudo-condenser or way to cool down the liquid during the process despite the ruthless sun. Maybe the farmers or cooks would be willing to barter for a product that did not exist yet? Or maybe the medics had something she could use that she could turn into an antiseptic in return? The girl wiped her sweaty hands against her shirt, lifted the box with a grunt, and carefully weaved through the onlookers, pondering her new prospects. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS [/quote] |
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Post by Vetti on Dec 18, 2016 20:23:38 GMT -5
TIME'S UP SORRY 'BOUT IT @muscle's hammock burns. |
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