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Post by Vetti on Dec 28, 2016 23:21:14 GMT -5
DROP #5 YAY THINGS! Happy early New Years! This is getting put up now so it doesn't accidentally get overlooked as my life gets more hectic next week... [The List]Those who did not post during the month of December, missed the last Drop, and/or are on absence were not included. Items that arrived in this drop: - Logan Street 's SEAL Recon Rifle (5.56×45mm NATO) with 350 rounds 5.56×45mm ammunition
- Zephira Crichton 's horse (+ tack)
- Lucia Basile 's Large Loom (complete with other, smaller, weaving tools)
- Farrah Benz 's Sniper rifle w/ infrared scope + 300 rounds & her solar-powered video drone w/ monitor/controller & solar charger
In order for your character to retrieve their items, you must make a post in character in this thread by January 5th. ANYTHING LEFT AFTER THIS DATE WILL BE LOST TO THE SCORCH. Remember, your character must make the trip to and from the Drop Point in a single night. 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 Nicolette Blanchet on Dec 29, 2016 17:56:04 GMT -5
Drop it Like it's Hot
Finally, the night has fallen. Colette shook her head, as she picked up her small backpack, preparing to venture out to the Drop Point, hoping there'll be some of her items waiting for her there. She needs those extra medical supplies madly now. It would worth the long journey back from the north, she decided. She never thought she'll ever be this grateful for the sunset. Growing up in Canada, the psych student got used to short days and long nights, the sun setting down early, and everything covered by snow through the whole winter. When she got disposed to this faraway hellhole of a planet, she thought she'll never get used to this hot temperature, feeling a sort of envy towards people who lived in South America or Africa or something, for whom living in this place might be so much easier. As time passed, she tried to adapt, with some success, to her new surroundings. Eventually, she sorta got used to living on the colony, stitching up her fellow colonists' wounds in exchange for food, a place to sleep or repairs, playing music with people, making friends or just trying to make herself a life here. She was a bit disappointed when it turned out there weren't any giant toad-creatures or brain-eating green Martian cows living on this planet, but neverthless, she decided it was an adventure worthy to be entitled 'Lost in Space: Wild Journey of the Weirdo'. Still, she longed for the days when she dyed her hair green and went out to play synthesizer music to weird people in obscure clubs.
Then, the scorch came... Just when Colette thought she's feeling at least a bit comfortable with her new life, everything went down the sewer. The days became lethal, literally, going out to the sun turned out to be just like stepping into a boiling pot. Several people got injured, and their wounds needed to be taken care of. People tried to adapt to being active during the night, and rest while the ever-glowing sun was up above the horizon, adjusting their daily life clocks accordingly. It made the young Canadian feel more nervous than usual. She spent more time reading than she used to, staying away from people, while regularly she was the most outgoing person imaginable. She also noticed how her appearance changed to the worst. She was already skinny on Earth, but since arriving here, she has lost some additional pounds. Of course, this strange alien meat was nothing like pizza or a tasty jalapeno dog. Wish I had pizza to eat. I'd eat up a whole restaurant, they'd have to call the fire dept to get me out of there since I couldn't squeeze myself through the door by that point.
As Colette, feeling exhausted, arrived back to the drop point, still in the dark, illuminating her way with her small torchlight, to observe the recent drop of different boxes and packages, she noticed someone already there, similarly inspecting the site. "Hello there.", she waved to the person, casually as ever, "Hopefully my factor 90,000 sunscreen has arrived. Otherwise, I might soon end up as KFC. Krudely Fried Canadian."
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Post by Farrah Benz on Dec 31, 2016 11:24:01 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he'd seen the ship enter the stratosphere somewhere around midday, and had at first assumed it was a ship full of the most unlucky humans - those that would have to find out firsthand that the Scorch was deadly. For a moment, she felt sorry for the poor sap that had to die for them to figure it out. Then her brain piped up, Life's tough, get a helmet, and she went on with her day. ...Her day full of sitting beneath that rock that was close enough to the mountain to be considered part of it, though it didn't stem from the range's broad base. It had probably been the child of a sliding rock incident, now jutting from the ground at an angle that made it look like it was worshiping its mother. It was tilted sharply enough that it protected her during all cycles of Sol, with a little shift here and there. Farrah passed the time by etching the Worm creature into the underside of her shelter, along with any routes it seemed to frequent. She had spotted the thing a couple of times since their first unfortunate run-in, but it either didn't realize she was here or didn't care to waste its efforts on her. It gave her time to study it (it was the same one, she was sure of it, because one slit on its face was mangled from when she'd dug her blade into it) and recognize its patterns; not so she could hunt it, but so she could avoid it at all costs. She wasn't attacking that thing twice. Clutching her broken arm lightly in remembrance, Farrah looked up just long enough to note that the ship making its descent wasn't of the person-carrying variety. Her heart rose and sank in her chest almost simultaneously - a cargo ship meant she might finally receive some of her supplies, but it also meant she not only had to get there and back in a single night, but that she needed to be able to carry whatever she'd gotten back here, too... with one functional arm. It had only been about a week since the Worm had broken it, so she had no illusions that it was anywhere near usable yet. Whatever, she needed to go. She wasn't risking her stuff getting swiped by someone balsier than her. The next hours seemed to drag on forever as she waited for Sol to set. The moment its rays no longer enveloped her home, Farrah set out for the Drop Point. It was slow-going at first, but she eventually found a pace that didn't jostle her arm too much and was able to move a little faster. Whether it was fast enough was a completely different story. By the time she reached her destination, she felt like she needed a really solid nap and about half a buffalo to eat. Knowing she would not have the luxury of either, she pushed her hunger to the back of her mind and searched the crates. Finding not one, but two of hers, Farrah nearly screamed with joy. Thrusting her good arm into the air for a moment of personal celebration, she got to figuring out how the hell she was going to get them back. She could sling the rifle over her shoulder easy enough, but that meant her only workable hand would have to be used for carrying its ammo... Which left her drone sitting for just anyone to take. Grumbling, she slung the weapon anyway and tried to discover a method for getting the other items back with her. It was then a semi-familiar voice piped up, causing Farrah's spine to stiffen. Even if she knew the person, she didn't like the idea that she hadn't realized they were there before they said something. Turning slowly, she recognized Colette and relaxed. The girl was about as harmless as a house fly. "Oh good," she started without preamble, "A friendly face. Think you could help me carry this stuff back north?" Farrah grimace-smirked, motioning to her bum arm, which had been functional when they first met. | ✉ | sorry for all the fluff! |
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Jan 1, 2017 18:48:14 GMT -5
Drop it Like it's Hot
Colette happily realized that the person already being at the drop point was not a human toenails-eating Martian pterodactyl, but someone she already knew. She's met Farrah when they were moving up north, and the woman helped her in finding the right direction. She seemed to be a nice person, someone she could trust, and that always meant a lot of help around here, as people were truly dependent on each other trying to colonize this hellhole. Colette pointed her flashlight to Farrah, and walked closer to her, while observing the surroundings, hoping to find some package waiting for her.
"Of course, I'd be glad to help.", she smiled, replying to Farrah. She felt tired, especially when she thought about the long journey back north, but she felt she'd still happily carry some of Farrah's equipment along the way, especially if, as she slowly came to realize, there was nothing for her among the packages. Something for something, as her mom used to say. If she helps the other woman in this matter, the next day she can ask her for a favour to help out in something, and then vice versa again. That was, in rough terms, the basic concept behind the whole human econogical system. That realization made Colette feel like if she were the greatest economics philosopher mind in the universe, Professor Nicolette Mill von Weber or something, before quickly jumping back to reality.
"What happened to your arm?", she asked, observing the woman's broken arm, which was a new feature of hers, not yet present when they've met the last time. Did she brawl with a four-armed Mugato or something? Or simply fell off a cliff? "Let me help.", the young Canadian then quickly snapped, reaching for her small medkit. It was dark, but she hoped she could provide enough light with her torch so she could fix up the broken arm.
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Jan 3, 2017 17:44:48 GMT -5
| The Scorch was absolutely miserable and the idea of having to walk all the way to the drop point and back to the mountains in a single night was enough to make Zee die a little bit inside. She would have given her left arm to know whether or not there was something for her on the cargo ship she'd seen, just so she'd know if she had to go. Unfortunately there was no way for her to know unless she made the trek and that was exactly what she had to do. There was only two more things that she was waiting on and she wasn't going to leave her 1911 to melt in the sun or her horse to burn to death. So as soon as Sol dipped below the horizon she strapped her rifle across her back just in case.
She hadn't made it very far out of the mountains before running into Prince Charming. "There's a ship at the Drop Point." She said before he could ask where she was heading off to -- if he were even interested, that is. "I'm going see if I got anything. You probably should, too." She said before adding, "We might find more dead things that you can eat." Zee winked playfully before setting off again, with or without Logan -- the choice was his.
By the time she made it to the drop point she was drenched in sweat because even though Sol had set it was still incredibly hot, and exhausted. She did, however, feel a rush of excitement when she spotted her horse tethered to the side of the cargo ship with its tack thrown carelessly next to it. She could definitely make it back to the mountains before daybreak. She wasted little time in saddling up her horse so she could leave, but she could hear two other women talking and as she turned she could make out their outlines in the darkness.
Zee was too nice to just leave without ofering to help, so she led her horse over to them. "You guys have anything heavy that needs hauling?" She asked as she looked from the dark haird girl to the other --hey! "Collette!" She exclaimed because s he hadn't seen her in quite some time. Part of her had thought that something terrible had happened to her, but she was pleased to find that she was alive and seemingly well. "Where have you been?"
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 3, 2017 21:00:44 GMT -5
Oh Em Gee Look At My Nails… As soon as the day broke, he moved out of his hobble of a cave. It had been interesting, hunkering down in the darkness with light just within reach. Ensuring each evening he arranged to have enough wood to keep a fire persistent. That was when he saw the drop in the fresh even as the drop fell to the ground. He knew how long he had, and he knew how far it was – For anyone like that breathless woman he met in the wilderness a few nights ago, he doubted it would be possible. The heading there was easy, it was the heading back knowing that you had a countdown to the giant deathray that would annihilate you within minutes.
Oh joy. PE .What a great place to be.
Within moments he ran into the first person he could semi-tolerate. Semi, being a very major here. After all, she did like wasting bullets and giving away her food. Which was basically everything he stood for. Seriously. Who did that? Definitely not something he would get over. It was just too ridiculous. ”That bird-leech was delicious, I’ll have you know.” Not that he actually ate it. He did use it for bate, temporarily, but when nothing went near it, he decided that perhaps she may possibly, slightly, somewhat be right. Not that he would ever admit that. Still since the Scorch, he still thought it was heat – but better not risk it. He began walking after her, a few steps behind before catching up easily enough. At least she didn’t dawdle and she seemed well versed on the way – which was a bit helpful to him.
A fucking HORSE? Who the hell ships out a horse to a new planet. Was she kidding?! Seriously?? He should have really thought his drop through. Perhaps he could have brought a damn tank or something. Who they heck brings a horse. Dangnammit he really should have asked more questions about the whole situation, but he was too engaged in the whole Earth-is-dying-thing. Logan shook his head to his own thoughts, before ignoring the whole girls screeching to girls ‘oh em gee its you! I haven’t seen yhou in forever! Nails! Facemakeup! We are so fabulous’ introduction he was assuming they were making, who knew – he wasn’t paying attention.
His attention instead was focused solely on the crate, which he easily opened to pure enjoyment. Probably the first bit of enjoyment he had since arriving – Oh except when he snagged the food from Psychotic Suzie. That was quite enjoyable and delicious – The rifle was instantly loaded via magazine, and the remainder shoved into his sack before it was slung over his shoulder with the strap before he glanced over to Psychotic Suzie who was between Cinderella and an unknown girl. Staring at the broken armed girl he finally saw something he had missed oh so much. He never thought he would so much. He walked over to the group, his arm instantly going onto Zee’s shoulder in a casual way as he glanced at the girl he had never seen before; ”Any chance we can find her a new sling?” Before glancing at Farrah - and his long blue sleeved shirt that was being used as the sling on her broken arm. ”I so miss my shirt. I mean, Look how mucked up she made it. ”
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Post by Farrah Benz on Jan 3, 2017 22:45:22 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed arrah smiled genuinely up at the girl from where she was crouched amongst her things and sighed. "Thanks," she said simply, though her relief was palpable. She didn't want to lose her prized possessions just because she was hobbled, and she'd rather not die while trying to lug it all back to the mountains. Even with Colette's help, Farrah still wasn't sure how they were going to make it in time. It was a solid fourteen hour walk, though she'd managed to make it here in thirteen by powerwalking. Say it only took her half an hour to start on her way back again... That still meant she needed to make that fourteen hour trip in eleven and a half. Yeah. Riddle her that. "I was being dumb," she grumbled, "Tried to help someone out, and look what I got for it." And to think who she'd saved - ugh! If she'd only know, she would've let him get eaten. It would have been such sweet victory, and such beautiful silence thereafter. Instead, the guy kept popping back up like a particularly nasty cancer. She hated him a little more each time. Lost in thought, she hardly realized when Colette started moving to help with more than just the things she'd received in the Drop. "Oh, that's.... really nice of you," she eventually conceded, knowing it was stupid to turn down help from a medic. "It's been broken about a week, not sure if that makes things better or worse for you." Remaining as still as she could, she let the girl do her work. A few minutes later, another female voice broke the silence. Farrah looked up to see a girl that looked maybe vaguely familiar, but she definitely didn't know her name. She might have seen her around the woods some time, she thought. The chick knew Colette though, which wasn't surprising; the blonde was far too bubbly not to have numerous friends, though Farrah really liked to think she was more in the "acquaintances" category. Friends were just too... bothersome. Emotions and all that. Ever since Rex shattered her trust, she kept even her closest compadres at arm's length. At the mention of help, Farrah shrugged her one good shoulder. "Might be night to strap a thing or two to the saddle, but we should be able to carry it all," she said mildly, not wanting to appear too eager but not wanting to assume aid either. The horse would certainly make the trip a hell of a lot easier - and faster - though. Then, of course - of fucking course - God's gift to the planet strode up. Jesus fucking christ she hated him. "It's only been a week, you can get over it," she replied automatically, the words clipped. Deep down she was appreciative for his help, but he completely ruined it by being a giant ass. Besides, she never would've been in the situation if he had maybe half a brain more to realize he shouldn't have been waltzing through the animal's turf. Had Farrah realized it was a worm tunnel? No, but that didn't mean she was going to adventure through it either. Had she mentioned she hated him? "I think it's a necessary part of the healing process," she said, the words pointed at Colette as a hint for her to agree. The girl was so damn nice though, Farrah wouldn't be surprised if she ruined it by insisting she could use something else. [googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Jan 6, 2017 17:53:53 GMT -5
Drop it Like it's Hot
Colette opened up her small medkit and prepared to take a look at Farrah's broken arm, which was put in a makeshift swing, apparently made from some wretched piece of cloth (which made her wonder where it might've exactly come from), when she heard a loud noise and noticed someone else arriving to the drop point. Kinda large traffic around here, she thought, then realized it's actually quite logical that people came here at this hour, hoping they could escape the scorch if they're quick enough on their way back. Listening more carefully, she realized she was hearing the sound of... galloping? Someone rode a horse to get here? She now looked up curiously to see who the mysterious rider might be.
The young Canadian couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Zee, the awesome girl she's met while reading 'Anna Karenina' somewhere on a field, all before this godawful scorch came. She was the one riding the horse, accompanied by a man Colette has never met before. He looked like your typical tough guy stereotype, probably skinning Martian squirrels and making meatpie out of space lizards in his free time. Colette decided from now on, she'll call this man Crocodile Dundee, whatever his real name might be.
"Hi, Zee! Great to see you again!", she shouted in the girl's direction with a large ear-to-ear smile, then stopped to think for a moment, "Where have I been?", she said slowly, "Well... Let me think... Fixing wounds, helping people to move north, traveling across the 8th dimension riding my luck dragon. These sort of things.", she explained, "How about you?"
Then, she looked at Crocodile Dundee, realizing she totally forgot about him being there. With a notion to introduce herself, she smiled and offered her hand, "Hi. I'm Nicolette Blanchet a.k.a. Bernadette Peters' Ugly Non-Stepsister a.k.a. The Only Canadian Who Doesn't Care About Ice Hockey, a.k.a. The Girl Who Once Almost Ate the Eiffel Tower. Just call me Colette."
Colette soon realized Farrah and Crocodile Dundee already knew each other, and the dirty wretched piece of cloth serving as the woman's makeshift sling, apparently served as his shirt beforehand. Why am I not surprised? Nevermind, first aid was more important than flirting around, and one thing was certain: the woman needed proper treatment for her injury - well, at least as much proper as one can apply among these conditions. "Well, you can have your shirt back.", she glanced at the guy, then back to Farrah, picking up a large tape of bandages and a pair of scissors from the medkit, "I'll put your arm in a proper sling, which will serve nicely until we get back north. Then, I'll fix up your arm in a plaster cast back at the camp.", she explained.
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Post by Vetti on Jan 8, 2017 12:11:28 GMT -5
BUUURRN BABY, BURN OH NO! The deadline to pick up items has passed, meaning Lucia Basile's Large Loom (complete with other, smaller, weaving tools) has burned. Time is fluid, though - the thread can continue where it left off, and for the purpose of keeping with the timeline of the thread currently, it's still night time. Also, to help keep things moving, a character may be skipped if they do not respond within 48 hours of the last post. The skipped char may re-enter at any time (you don't have to wait until your "turn" comes up in the next round), and the posting order will change accordingly.
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Jan 10, 2017 23:01:20 GMT -5
| Yes it was, in fact, a horse.
If Zee had been paying even an ounce of attention to Logan she might have noticed his reaction to the fact that she'd had a horse shipped over. What did he expect her to do? Run around the whole planet mapping it out on foot? If he thought so then he was totally out of his box and needed a heavy dose of reality. But as it was, she had more important things at hand and a friend that she hadn't seen in far too long to worry that Prince Charming might be kicking himself for not bringing his noble steed.
She couldn't help but grin at Colette and her colorful explanation about where she'd been and what she'd been doing. "I think we could use that luck dragon right about now." she replied. "We'll need all the luck we can get to make it back to the mountains before daybreak." Which really meant t hat they shouldn't all be standing around talking, but what would a few minutes hurt? Especially when they had a horse to haul all the heavy stuff? "What have I been doing?" She repeated. "Oh, y'know. Just alien turnip things. Plotting to take over the new planet via food poisoning." She winked at Colette then turned her attention to the other girl. "We can strap whatever you need hauled onto him." SHe patted the horse's neck. "He can handle it--."
Zee cut herself short when she felt a slight weight on her shoulder. She glanced over to find Prince Charming there, looking at the other girl. She didn't even have to ask whther or not they knew one another, Logan made that much obvious by saying he wanted his shirt back because she'd "mucked it up". The tiny girl raised an eyebrow then bumped him with her hip. "You're a bit lacking in charm today, Prince Charming." She teased. "I think she needs it more than you do. I don't see anything broken on you."
But Colette, being a medic, insisted on a proper sling.
"Do you have one on you?" Zee asked Colette, which was probably silly because medics tended to carry everything with them ... didn't they? "We need to get moving soon, though. Being barbecued by Sol isn't on my bucket list."
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 10, 2017 23:17:08 GMT -5
Oh Em Gee Look At My Nails… As the new girl, who was now identified as a medic, rattled off the longest introduction he had ever heard before, his eye brows rose a little bit to portray his amusement. What does one say in such a situation? Nice to meet you? They did have a burning rock about to come and wipe them out to ash in a matter of hours after all. Yet, apparently, introductions were always available even in the most rushed of timeframes to this girl. Still. What was it about her chipper cheerful and overly helpful attitude that had Logan smiling ever so slightly. ”Logan.” Was his curt response before Farrah decided to chime in with her comment about his shirt being necessary. Actually, that was the first person he had met who he had even given his name too.
And before he knew it he was getting bumped in the hip and scolded by Cinderella, which actually caused him to second guess the time frame of re-wrapping up Psychotic Suzie’s broken arm. They were on a time restraint, after all. And luck Logan – He was with three girls. Well at least the stallion seemed to be male and able bodied. ”Thank you Colette, but, perhaps leave it as is for now. Cinderella’s right, I do not want to burn alive. As much as you women seem to want to talk on about the weather..I think perhaps you will get a bit too nice of a tan if we stay here any longer” He paused, glancing towards Farrah with a smirk ” We should probably get going. Keep my shirt, I know it will make you happy to remember where it came from, when you are alone.”
Pausing, he flashed a triumphant smile down towards Zee, as if to show look how prince charming I am after all, and then leaned down and grabbed Farrah’s drone without asking, before moving towards the horse as if to tie it on. Why not tie to a horse that will not be slowed down with such a small weight, instead of having to worry about the poor Colette having to heft it with her as well as hurrying her ass up. Not like Farrah would be able to carry it all, since she was incapable with one arm. ”Besides. We do not want to run into that big giant alien worm thing that is like 20 stories tall and burrows under the ground. Definitely. Not.” He called over his shoulder, directed towards Farrah once more. ”Who knows when it will pop up to eat someone.”
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Post by Farrah Benz on Jan 14, 2017 20:34:05 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed olette, Farrah decided, talked too much. She was sweet, definitely a good person, and someone she wanted in her corner, but the nomad spent a lot of her time alone, and having so much conversation surrounding her now gave her a headache. She flinched when the girl suddenly shouted, which was much louder than necessary. When she turned her attention to Farrah's acquaintance, though, Farrah snorted softly. The introduction would surely aggravate the stupid man, and she looked forward to watching his reaction. Except when she decided to look at him again because his voice seemed all too chipper giving his own name, he was actually smirking. She wanted to slap it right off his perfect face. You don't get to be amused by her when you do nothing but give me grief, Farrah thought, sneering as she turned away. She didn't spend the time needed to analyze her reaction; she was one hundred percent not jealous. Not of him, and definitely not of the other women who seemed to get along with him so easily. She didn't need his approval. As expected, Colette didn't get the hint. Dropping her head slightly, Farrah swallowed a groan (thankfully avoiding an awkward verbalization). All of these overly friendly people could fuck off right now. She didn't do friendship and rainbows. "Don't encourage him," she chastised Zee mildly when she fed into Logan's Prince Charming complex. That didn't keep her from appreciating the grl's defense of her, though. Looking back up, Farrah raised a brow and waited for Logan's comeback, being just a little bit salty that she knew his name now. Logan seemed way too innocent a name for a man that was capable of so much douchery. "Yeah, I cuddle it at night just to pretend you're close," she replied, absolutely monotone, and tried to keep from vomiting. "And then wake up so relieved you aren't," she piped up, grinning. She only remained still long enough for Colette to do what she needed with her arm, and then Farrah was standing and half-reaching for her drone. Scowling when she realized Logan was tying to the horse, she relented. It wasn't a bad idea. She still hated him for touching her shit. "Thanks, ladies," she said, turning to look at them and pointedly not making eye contact with the only male of the group. She'd already given him way more attention than he needed. He was going on about the Worm, but Farrah felt she had a pretty solid grasp on the creature's behavior. She had yet to see one break the surface at night, but of course that didn't mean it couldn't. Still, she ignored the man. Bending, she hefted the console/controller for the drone. She wouldn't be able to use it until she had both her arms, she realized. "Is there room for this somewhere too?" she asked Zee. If not, maybe she'd just asked Colette to carry it. But then someone would need to carry the rounds for her rifle, too... With a look of great disdain, her eyes slowly sought out Logan. "What are the chances you'll carry something for me and not somehow twist it in your head that since you're touching it, it's yours?" [googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Nicolette Blanchet on Jan 15, 2017 15:47:22 GMT -5
Drop it Like it's Hot
Prince Charming? Cinderella? Oh, dear... Colette felt like if she's been suddenly dropped in the middle of some badly written sitcom, as she was listening to these three conversing with each other. Crocodile Dundee aka Logan was very sure of himself and apparently tried to do the 'macho man' impression for the ladies. Col almost threw up when he told Farrah to keep his ragged shirt as a souvenir. Farrah behaved like if she were irritated by the man and his antics, but apparently she doing this to cover her affection towards him. And Zee... well, Cinderella and Prince Charming... You're a bit lacking in charm today... Oh gosh, after years of psych school this planet turns out to be the perfect location for some field studies.
"Alright. I try to summon my luck dragon, along with my other favourite mythical creature, the happy girl in the tampon commercials.", Colette grinned, replying to Zee, before returning to her medkit.
Crocodile Dundee was right. The thought of a giant worm thingy eating her alive was not much to her liking. They needed to get back to the mountains before sunrise or else end up as either worm food or burned to a crisp. Neverthless, she was very much sure she could quickly fix up Farrah's arm while the others pack up to leave on their journey, and decided she won't let herself be talked out of it.
"Hey, don't worry. I fix up a temporary sling in three minutes, just in time for you two to pack up.", she said, cutting the bandages to make a sling right in size for Farrah's arm, "Proper medical care is very important.", she continued, while fixing up the woman's arm, feeling a bit of disgust touching the dirty used piece of cloth taken right off from Mr. Prince Charming's sweaty upper body, "When I was a kid, my mom always nagged me about going to the dentist to put on braces, and I hated the very idea of that. Finally, she gave up after I emptied the kitty litter box on her fur coat. And look at me now.", she opened up her mouth, "I look like Jaws 4D."
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Post by Logan Street on Jan 21, 2017 20:36:08 GMT -5
Oh Em Gee Look At My Nails… What in the living hell was this girl talking about? Was it just Logan’s luck that he continually got stuck with psychotic people? Something about summoning a luck dragon and tampon commercials? Perhaps it he just smile and nodded and pretended he knew what the fuck she was talking about she would shut up long enough to actually do the sling. To be honest. His sling was damn close to perfection, even if it probably was dirty after a week. It did last a week, so what was a few more minutes? She was so happy and chirper and wouldn’t stop talking and… Okay maybe he was projecting his annoyance with Psychotic Suzie on Miss. Collette--The thought entered his mind before instantly being forgotten After all the chick he provided assistance too was just so irritating. Not that Collette wasn’t irritating as well, just in a more fun type of way. She talked a lot, about things that didn’t actually make sense or matter in the slightest…Apparently Zee was the only sane one out of all three of them. The thought caused him to grin towards Zee briefly. Once Collette was done he grabbed his shirt and shoved it into his rucksack. His eyes studied the new sling with slight appreciation – Okay maybe it was a lot better. At least the girl who talked a lot was actually useful for something. He’d have to remember that.
Suddenly Suzie-Q was commenting on if he would be able to hold the drone controller for her without him assuming it was his. Was that another dig? While asking for help? To be honest, there was no way she’d be able to manage it without his assistance. Hell, did she even say thank you to Collette for fixing her arm? Silver blue eyes stared at the injured girl for a moment, considering the option for a moment before he smiled nicely.
”I will help you, if you ask nicely..”
TAG: Farrah Benz | WORDS: Yes, There are| NOTES: I have Sick Brain - Forgive me MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Zephira Crichton on Jan 24, 2017 17:45:03 GMT -5
| Zee grinned right back at Colette as she spoke about her luck dragon and the happy girl in the tampon commercials. Colette was a sweet girl, she was bubbly and outgoing and so very positive most of the time, which on a place like Petra Exterior that kind of thing was hard to come by. Everyone was usually haggard and tired and on edge because no one knew what the next day would bring. Yeah, back on Earth no one could predict the future, but everything was a bit more predicatble. There wasn't a season -- at least Zee assumed it was just a season -- where the sun seemed to want to roast everything, and there weren't giant leech birds that came crashing down from the sky or giant man eating alien worms that ---
wait.
"Giant worms?" She asked, her brows raising because she didn't want to believe it. She wanted to believe it was just a tall tale, like the kind fishermen tell to other fishermen about the giant fish they caught when it was really just a guppie. The tiny girl frowned and rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand. "You're not ... you're serious?" Giant worms? Twenty stories? Underground .... and there they were standing on soft sand chatting as if they hadn't a care in the world. So not only did they have to worry about Sol coming up before they made it back to the mountains and incinerating them, but they also had to worry about leech birds divebombing them and giant worms shooting up out of the ground and gobbling them up like a fat kid eating candy.
Perfect.
Zee frowned and her grip on her horse's reins tightened. The though of hopping in the saddle and hauling ass back to the mountains crossed her mind several times before Colette was finished with Farrah's sling, but she forced herself to remain where she was even if she was getting more antsy with each passing minute. "Yeah, there should be enough room." She answered when Farrah asked her about the drone controller. Logan was already busying himself with tying the drone to the horse so she waited until he was finished before she took the controller and found a place for it.
It was hard not to miss the disdain that Farrah seemingly had for Logan and while the two went back and forth she took her own rifle, which had been slung across her back -- and slipped it into the holster attached to the saddle. It was something that she had bought last minute and was more than pleased that she had decided to. The long walk to and from the drop point made the rifle seem a lot heavier than it was. As she turned back around she could hear Logan tell Farrah to ask nicely, which made the petit girl roll her eyes. She reached to poke at Logan's ribs. 'Oh please Logan." She said. "Us girls are just too frail to do anything for ourselves. We need big strong muscley men like you to help us. Won't you please we'd never be able to make it back to the mountains without you. You're our only hope." She raised a brow, her head tilting. "was that nice enough." She asked because she was ready to leave.
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