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Post by Vetti on Jul 7, 2017 14:26:20 GMT -5
DROP #11 Everyone who posted in the month of June was included! Here are the items that arrived this drop: - Farrah Benz 's Lotus Belle tent w/ Big Agnes Mystic SL 15 sleeping bag and Q-Core pad
- Logan Street 's Sightmark Ghost Hunter 1x24 Night Vision Binoculars
- Anansi 's shipping container holding three separate computer servers holding a variety of information and media, five desktops, five sound docks, two laptops, two digital projectors, thirty monitors, thirty keyboards, thirty wired mice, thirty mouse-pads with wrist supports, ten Wacom drawing tablets, thirty headsets ten computer desks, ten comfortable chairs, and an assortment of power adaptors, extension cords, power strips, power cables, LAN cables, charging cables, and surge protectors. One filing cabinet with assorted video games. One filing cabinet with plastic tarp and aerosol cans for keeping the systems clean of dust. All together it weighs little and takes up little space when packed away into a container, but holds much of humanity’s accumulated knowledge that could have been lost forever. And, video games.
- lyra ashford 's Large tool cabinet, containing: sixteen wood chisels of varying sizes, three hammers, an electric jigsaw with four sets of new blades, a sawzall with a pack of eight replacement wood blades and two wood/metal blades, three tape measures, seven hand saws, a router and several router bits, a cordless standard drill, a cordless impact drill, two extra batteries and a battery charger, a hand drill, an assortment of drill bits and screw-driving bits, a direct drive skill saw with five replacement blades, a combination square, a speed square, a framing square, a try square, a sliding t-bevel square, three awls, five planers of varying sizes, a set of ten phillip and flat head screwdrivers of varying sizes, two wooden mallets, six locking c-clamps, two spring clamps, four screw clamps, a variety of pens, carpenters' pencils and soap stones, two chalk line and reels, a ratchet set, a pair of needlenose pliers, three rolls of tie wire, six unopened pairs of safety glasses, an adjustable wrench, a cat's paw, a 24-inch level, a utility knife and two packs of 100 replacement blades, a flat bar, aviation snips, an extension cord, a GFCI three-way power splitter, a good amount of sandpaper, and several bottles of wood glue AND his large crate filled with thirty buckets of varying sizes of nails, screws, and bolts, ten 24-count boxes of wood glue, twenty large chalk line refill bottles with blue chalk, a box containing a hundred carpenters' pencils, and thirty boxes of sandpaper.
FREE-FOR-ALL ITEM: supply kit with flint and steel, a strainer, funnels, a weigh scale, small cutting knife, a masher, and a measuring cup Anyone can post in this thread, regardless of whether or not they received something. You have until Saturday, July 15th for your characters to pick up their items! Anything not claimed that day will be up for grabs by anyone on the 16th. The Free-For-All item can only be claimed on the 15th or 16th. Posts made before this suggesting a character left the Drop Point with the item will not be valid. The item is unmarked, as though the label rubbed off during shipment. Remember, characters only have 24 hours to get to and from the Drop Point (the span of one Freeze day). This can be done at a fast pace if they are coming from Mt. Intego, but if they chose to ride out the Freeze at Styx, they won't have time to get there and back. Time to get creative! |
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Post by Farrah Benz on Jul 8, 2017 13:56:10 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]Her cave had become suffocating.[break][break]
Ever since a very unexpected - not to mention unwelcome - blast from the past, Farrah had been on edge. She wanted to quite literally run from her problems (like she did last time, which landed her in the ironic relationship with Logan), but the Freeze impeded her ability to do that. She was stuck like a caged animal, which was why every morning she fled their little home and climbed the mountain as high as she (and her lungs) dared go. It was peaceful up there, where only the biting wind could reach her. She'd been telling Logan she was going hunting, but she could only get away with it for so long without actually bringing food home. He was concerned she was hiding something - she could see it in the way they weren't quite as carefree with each other as they had been before the run-in with Rex - but she also couldn't bring herself to voice her troubles yet. Farrah had always been the kind to only really rely on herself, but even though she'd come to tentatively trust Logan, Rex's return reminded her that no matter how close you thought you were to someone, nothing was concrete.[break][break]
This morning she saw the telltale stream of a Drop ship entering orbit, and she'd been so anxious to freaking get out of there that she hadn't even stopped back at the cave to grab her boyfriend. With only the knife perpetually strapped to her forearm, she'd slid down from her perch and run as far as her legs would carry her.[break][break]
The frigid air stopped her first, causing her lungs to burn. Funny thing, how cold could do that. Huffing, she pulled the Occisor pelt closer around her face and settled on power walking the rest of the way. It was probably dangerous how single-minded she was, but she couldn't bring herself to care whether or not anyone was making the journey at the same time as her. She had a couple things left to be dropped; she'd keep an eye out for Logan's stuff too, in case he was being a good boyfriend and waiting for her to return, causing him to miss the ship touching down. Sweet man, he was probably doing just that. If not, well... That was just one more thing she'd have to answer for later.[break][break]
Surprise registered when she realized she was the first one to get to the Point, but she had no disillusion that others would soon follow. She'd made it in good time, which meant she was now tired... and was semi-dreading heading back to her suffocating "home". Huffing at herself to clear her head, Farrah sifted through the containers that were automatically trollied from the ship. She recognized one of hers before she was close enough to confirm her name adorned the side, and managed an emotionless smirk as she hefted the compacted items over one shoulder. [break][break]
Circling the ship, she found a small box of Logan's and hesitated grabbing it. He'd be thankful if she brought it back and he missed the drop, but pissed if he walked all the way here only to learn she'd beat him there and back. Grunting, Farrah tucked herself Indian-style onto a crate tall enough to stand above the snow and turned the box over in her hands. The ship blocked some of the wind, but eventually she curled in on herself to keep warm, looking suspiciously like a threatened hedgehog. She'd wait a couple of hours (that's all she had to spare), but then she was heading back.
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Post by Dowan White on Jul 14, 2017 15:43:04 GMT -5
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Daedalus be damned, another one. Miles ago and hours past, that had been the thought of Dowan as he had walked around the morning surface of a frozen Petra Exterior and seen the dropship fall like Icarus and his follies down onto the surface. The sled they had made for harvesting ice and snow was really a twisted piece of ship’s hull that had been inelegantly ripped from the side of a previous dropship. It had been his job to fill it and drag it deep below the surface again; labor he was all too happy to volunteer for seeing as it gave him respite and solitude from the others. Not to mention his clothing was capable of keeping out the bite of the cold during the daytime, so he did not suffer as others would. What a weird phrase and thought, “not to mention…” he mused to himself, jogging carefully down into the darkness and arriving back at the town. He had left the sled behind, knowing they would need it to gather tools or supplies from the drop. Telling the others of its arrival, they all eagerly formed up a search party to go together and investigate the drop. [break][break]
Several would have to remain behind and keep the town running; people who were no good in a situation like this one. That meant Thrush and Jordan. Levi announced quite affirmatively that he would go before anyone else had had a chance to speak and decide what they wanted to do. Everybody seemed used enough to just following his orders at this point that they accepted his immediate proposal for himself, Dowan, Lyra and Fischer to all go together. Those who did not have clothes or pelts to warm themselves outside the relative comfort of the cave were given loaners by the residents that were staying behind, who would warm themselves by one of the kilns while doing their labors. [break][break]
Dowan had needed no such donations, though others amongst their group had. He lead the charge across the barren and blasted wonderland of snow and ice, hefting the sled behind him. Lyra stood at his side and helped him haul the thing; the two of them chatting intermittently but not often in order to keep the cold from their lungs. Huffing and panting after the long journey, he looked the drop site over and noted a curled figure atop a crate in the distance, narrowing his eyes at it. His eye was still black from their last encounter, though the bruise was indeed fading. [break][break]
”Levi, I’m going to go check that nomad out while you guys begin,” he announced to the group and started off towards Farrah, leaving the sled behind for the others and not even pausing to listen to whatever Levi was muttering at his back. Old man Holy Word could just get over it. He wasn’t quite sure what to say or do to make this any less awkward or angry a situation. In years past he might have thrown a snowball to rile her up and laugh as she beat at his chest and called him a son of a bitch. But he had been younger, dumber, crueler back then, and had delighted in getting a rise out of people. Especially angry ones. Instead, he scooped up a wad of snow in his gloved hands before her, visibly packing it into a snowball and grinning mischievously at her as if about to repeat past snowball-assaults. Then, he pressed it to his bruised eye and began walking over.[break][break]
”You here with someone special, or waiting for the right company?”
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Post by Anansi on Jul 14, 2017 17:11:02 GMT -5
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The world sat motionless as Anansi sat upon a thin sheet of metal which, hitched to the rear of Zee’s horse, dragged their makeshift sled across the ice as they thundered towards the dropship. He had recruited the Cowboyish woman to assist him with collecting any of the things that might have come in the drop which were his, or which could be put to use. What was in it for her? Well for starters, the same extended chance of survival as himself and others. That was it. If people were going to survive, it would have to be through mutual efforts and cooperation instead of this rivalry mindset some had adopted. There was a whole world, so why was there so much conflict for resources already? [break][break]
He glanced at the woman on horseback and then over her shoulder towards the approaching drop point, glad to finally be arriving. The sled had not been a comfortable perch and his muscles were tight from gripping the thing to keep from being thrown at each bump. It wasn’t pain so much as inconvenience however, and as they drew closer he began to relax until things came to a halt. Rising, he looked at the crates that had already been offloaded by the automated dropship, noticing one as his. In fact… it was more than merely his. It was the crate of all his crates. Within it would be technology; computers and three servers, which housed myriad information about the world they had left behind that would be lost forever if he hadn’t brought them along. There were also movies and games for entertainment and… It couldn’t risk being lost. Sprinting over to it, he ignored the presence of others on the scene, ignored Zee behind him, and began to throw open the container to look at the materials inside. It was all there, neatly packaged… The desks he could afford to leave. The spare systems might be necessary to lose as well. It would be a pity, but it would be better than losing the whole thing. Then again… he had spotted other fellows carrying a sled similar to the one fashioned for Zee’s horse. Perhaps they would be willing to take these things to the shelter of the mountains with him, if the other drops proved less useful than the comforts of home and reminders of human achievements. [break][break]
We must get all this back! he shouted over his shoulder to Zee, stepping aside so that she could look within. [break][break]
”It may seem trivial, but it is full of hosts of information once there is power to access it. Imagine needing to Google Search for a thing you do not understand or wish to know. I have stored as much information on these servers as I was able to; from medicine and engineering and history, to movies and music archives. There are game. Projectors. Laptops and computers. It could very well be the last of its kind, and we will not be able to reproduce it for generations. But beyond that technological shortcoming: the information here could be lost forever, if we don’t get it all back up the mountain.
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Post by lyra ashford on Jul 14, 2017 17:25:42 GMT -5
[googlefont="Amatic SC"] Home is where I want to be,
pick me up and turn me 'round There had been a drop. It was the first one Lyra had been present for, and he wasn’t sure what to expect from it. The other colonists in Perfection assured him that things would be fine, especially as they were going in such a large group. It would make carrying anything large easier, and if they ran into trouble they’d be better prepared for it.
It was a bit exciting, really. He didn’t know if anything would be for him, though he hoped it would, but seeing the others get things would be pretty cool too.
They left a few people behind to look after the town, make sure nothing went awry. And, much to Lyra’s relief, they lent him some warm clothing. It was a welcome change of pace, and it was a needed one as they hit the surface.
It was COLD.
He hadn’t been expecting it, not for it to be this fucking freezing. Cold? Sure. But this was something he hadn’t signed up for, and he was suddenly immensely glad that Perfection existed so deep in the ground. Maybe by the next Freeze someone would have developed a system to insulate houses better, allow people to live above the surface. Eh, he wasn’t going to get his hopes up. Anyway, helping to pull the sled was helping to keep him on the warmer side of the equation, he’d be volunteering to do this again if need be.
The walk to the drop site was only vaguely familiar, Lyra had never been the best at directions. Though he knew he distinctly remembered that frozen dead body over there. Most of the trip passed in silence, though he and Dowan chatted here and there. It was nice, even if Lyra still stumbled over his words and ended up looking like a fool more than half the time.
In this chill it was better to keep his mouth shut anyway, he reasoned. Last thing they wanted to do was cause freezing in their lungs or something (he was no doctor, shut up).
Finally they arrived at the drop site, and Lyra was surprised to see someone else there. Also, how few items had been dropped. Was it always like that? He shrugged and watched as Dowan took off to talk to the person sitting on a container, the rest of the spreading out to look at the names on the containers. Lyra didn’t recognize any of the names as any of the Perfection colonists, and he was starting to wonder if this had been a pointless trip out when he heard Fischer call his name.
Curiosity filled him and he wandered over to where she stood, a wide grin on her face, “I think this is yours.”
His eyebrows rose and he leaned down to examine the crate further, and, “It’s my tools!” It was the shipping container that had his toolbox in it, almost all of his equipment! The glee was evident on his face as he circled it, “I can do so much with this, you know! It’s got everything, hammers, chisels, planers, clamps, you name it. I’ve had some of these tools for years, others I bought so I’d have quality, brand new things to start over here with. My master gave me one of the planers in here, it was a gift upon graduating her shop. It’s really expensive, but well worth the price. Did you know that a high quality planer can last a woodworker his entire life if he keeps up with maintenance?” He kept rambling until Fischer nudged him with an impatient look on her face, and Lyra blushed, running a hand nervously through his hair, “Aheh, sorry, I uh. Yeah. Got… excited.”
She rolled his eyes at him, and the two pulled their sled closer and loaded the crate onto it, leaving room in case that box the nomad girl was sitting on was anything of theirs. But Dowan would take care of finding that out, right? Or Levi would, Lyra could see the man hovering around where the two were talking.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Jul 14, 2017 19:29:29 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]The chatter drifted ahead of the people producing it, causing Farrah to peek over her shoulder in a brief search for Logan. He wouldn't be with the hoard of colonists coming in, but he might be doing that annoying flirting thing with the girl coming in by horse. Narrowing her eyes to aid in blocking out some of the blinding white of the snow, she studied who was coming in behind Zee; the moment she realized it was someone she didn't know, the nomad turned back to her hedgehog-like state with the intention of waiting everyone out. Only Logan knew she had this pelt, so only he should have the balls to approach her.[break][break]
A whisper of wind blew a few strands of her hair out from under her "hood". She would fix it, but it wasn't really sapping warmth from her, and she didn't much care to move from her warm cocoon. The sound of ever-approaching foot steps almost had her retreating, though. Because her hands were already curled into her lap, it was easy for Farrah to grip the handle of her knife. She was probably being overly cautious, but with the surprise she'd recently gotten at her own home, it didn't seem all that over-the-top to her. Even if it was just someone looking for a crate with their name on it.[break][break]
As the person came into view, Farrah's hand reflexively tightened. Expression flat, she stared with some satisfaction at the man with the shiner, even though his stupid smile kind of ruined it. Her jaw clenched, causing her teeth to hurt under the pressure. Couldn't he just fucking.. die, or something? [break][break]
Her nostrils flared, and she took just enough time answering that it would seem she wouldn't grace him with a response at all. In truth, she almost didn't; but he aggravated her so much the silent treatment just wouldn't suffice. "Does it matter? You fall into neither category," she snipped, tone as icy as the land around them. "Keep moving."[break][break]
How was it that every time this asshole appeared, Logan somehow managed to be absent? Not like she absolutely needed the backup, but it would've been nice.
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