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DUNGEON LOG: KEYSTONE SHORE

The morning of the 9th, everyone will get a message sent to their communication devices -

Okay, guys! I think we have enough stabilizers to try and get the shoreline stable. If you want to help out, grab your supplies and come on up to the roof!

When characters arrive at the roof, they'll find Top - with a wheeling table full of many copies of the same odd-looking device - the two exploratory drones, and a ramp down off the roof to the ground. (The latter looks a little hastily constructed.)

"Okay," Top says, picking up one of the devices. "Here's the stabilizers. Stick them to walls and stuff - mostly out of the way places where they're not going to get knocked off - and then press the buttons along the side."

They demonstrate, unfolding the set of legs at one end of the device before showing the buttons to anyone who's close enough. "Go ahead and take a couple, especially if you've got one of those space-saving inventories going on, I know there's like four of you with those? Strange got some first aid kits together, too, if you want."

Sure enough, another table nearby has the med kits... As well as traditional paper bag lunches, courtesy of Bottom. Don't question it too much.

"We'll be staying back here to keep track of the stabilization progress and work the drones," Top says, "but don't hesitate to call if you get in trouble! We'll send one of these guys down to get you an evac if you need it."

And with that, you're free to go down the ramp... Or to make for the beach however else you might choose to go.

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... Not the point.

You're the one who extended the metaphor!

[It's a simile, Prompto.]

Yes but let's not turn it into a full tangent on horticulture.

Aya!

[Prompto yanks his fishing pole out of the water and runs over to help her against--whatever it is that's got her. He flops right onto his belly and catches her arm, just like in the movies.]

Hang on, I've got you--!

[He grumbles, but accedes.]

Fine. Whatever. I guess it's stupid to keep worrying about this.

[...Buuuut he's gonna keep worrying about it.]

People worry about all sorts of foolish things, Prompto. I'm two thousand years old and I can't sleep without a nightlight.

If it concerns you so, that's reason enough for it to matter.

...

[Prompto uncurls enough to look at him, then sits cross-legged once more as he fiddles with his jacket. Something comes free, and he hands his flashlight up to Izunia.]

Here. ...Just give it back in the morning, okay?

...Don't you have need of it?

[He shakes his head and then points at the lovely lights swimming through the lagoon.]

They remind me of the lights at a haven. I'll be okay.

[Nightmares come whether or not he's got a flashlight on hand.]

[Spotting Prompto fishing far out on the rocks, Astolfo supposes he looks like he could do with a little company. He makes his way over to him, hopping from rock to rock with boundless energy.

He stops as he arrives next to Prompto. He leans in next to him, waving, with what appears to be a rusted helmet with antennae poking out of it carried under his other arm.]

Hey-! Having fun?

If you're sure.

[He tacks the light onto the scarf at his collar, where it won't flip over to shine into his chest.]

[Expedition Start]

[As suggested, Goro stows several of the stabilizers in a bag tied around his waist, at his right hip, that by all rights should only fit one of them. Since he already came in with a first aid kit of his own, in addition to healing powers, he passes those over and puts the bagged lunch in his pouch.

Then he heads over past the entrance to the lighthouse and a pair of angelic wings appear folded on his back.]

I should be able to carry one other person down with me, if there's anyone who can't fly and would rather not navigate the caverns.

[March 9 - Skyclimb Cliffs]

[The cliffs are, without a doubt, Goro's favorite part of the beach. Sure, he could fly along them looking for a place to put the stabilizer...but where would be the fun in that? Besides, he'd miss out on all the treasure tucked away in the crevices.

Instead, he's opted to take the more mundane approach: putting his rock climbing skills to good use. He moves along the cliffs with impressive ease, digging his fingers and toes into the crevices and pulling himself up or along ledges to places he'll be able to get higher.

Every now and then, he instead pulls a water crystal out of a crack. Usually, after pausing to look it over, he shoves it into a pocket and continues on...except he's not the only one on these cliffs interested in trinkets. His attention is focused on adjusting his grip on the cliff when he hears the telltale meow, and he doesn't realize until too late that these gulls steal more than just food. The bird snatches his prize out of his hand, winging off with it as the unfortunate explorer stumbles and has to cling to the rocks to avoid falling the rough dozen feet he's made it up by this point.]

[March 11 - Glitterstone Beach]

[Okay, he takes it back, maybe this is his favorite part of the beach. The scales glittering in the sand are beautiful, and exactly the right sort of flashy to grab Goro's attention. He's still keeping an eye out for places to set up the stabilizers, of course, but he can't quite help himself from gathering up the glass-like scales and stowing them in his bottomless pockets. Maybe it's not exactly a productive use of his time, but look. They might be useful.

Or maybe they're just shiny and he's living up to his nickname of Crow. Either way, they sure do have his attention.]

[Either night - Bloodsands Beach or Glitterstone Beach]

[People might have noticed by now that Goro's something of an insomniac, but all this exploring (and random encounters) have left even him drowsy. After dark, he sets up camp, such as it is: a blanket or two and pillow from the Station spread out over the sand, with wrapped food set out on top of it for dinner. If he sees anyone passing, he'll wave them over, a cup of hot chocolate in one hand.]

Good evening. If you're hungry, I brought some extra food. I'm afraid it's all things that can be eaten cold, but it's certainly enough to share.

Marck 9th, Day: Glitterstone Beach

[Pidonus didn't pack too much gear beyond her normal items like her sword... Though she did grab the bag lunch, more out of respect to Bottom for the effort than actual need. Then, it was out to work, trying to find a couple locations and get some loot. After a while of this, though, she might be sighted doing something unusual:

Namely, opening a portal in thin air in front of her, when she thinks no one's looking. The focused expression on her face as she sets it up makes it clear this is one of her magics.

Feel free to interrupt her before she steps in with some of the scales.]

March 10th, Day: Skyclimb Cliffs

[Pidonus is, right now, quietly looking at some of the clams, interested...]

These should offer some good loot...

[As Goro opens up his wings, there's a distinctly loud gasp of excitement and awe coming from behind him, the source being one pink-haired Rider with a face lit up like a child in a candy store. He bounds forwards at the offer of a ride, holding his hand up and waving it enthusiastically to get his attention.]

Me! I do!

[He chuckles as Astolfo runs over. His wings are currently half unfurled, ready to spread out when needed but still mostly out of the way.]

I can't say I'm surprised. Do you have a preference for which side of the cliff we land on? I'm considering the larger one myself, since I'm sure there's going to be a lot of cliff face that needs stabilizers set on it.

[He orbits Goro as he checks out his wings, surveying them from every possible angle, completely in awe.]

I don't mind, wherever you want!

[He gives the tip of the feathers an investigative brush, just to check that they're really there.]

[It's kind of hard to make out what it is that has her other arm, but that's because it's water. It's not especially clear water but even so... with both her arms gripped so hard the most she could do is kick, and that's probably going to launch them both off the side.]

Keep pulling, it's still holding on!

"I put mine over by the cliff wall," Stone says. He's sitting on the sand, itself, by the water, looking relaxed and comfortable and enjoying the sunlight, while it lasts. "Though if you want, I can probably dig you a hole deep enough to hit actual soil, and you can bury it."

He pauses, then adds thoughtfully, "If they'll still work when half-buried. Should've asked that."

[He opens them up a bit more to show them off, but the wing twitches away at Astolfo's touch. The feathers are very much solid, though, with a silky feel to them.]

Ah, I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch the flight feathers. They're very receptive to even slight changes in pressure.

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Stone pauses, wings spread, in the moment of being about to leap into the air. The flash startles him, and he blinks, spines all lifting along his head and neck, making him look like a slightly affronted porcupine.

There's something in his face, if Prompto can get a good look at it, that reminds one of a certain gray-skinned old man, and he has the same bad eye.

If I want something to eat, I can catch it myself.

[The gray-skinned old man says it politely, rather than dismissively.]

I eat a lot, and wouldn't want to take up your food that you brought for yourself.

[He pauses, and the tip of his tongue-- longer and thinner than a human's tongue, though not quite to the point of looking like it belongs to a lizard-- flicks out.]

... though I won't say no to some of that stuff you're drinking. It smells like chocolate.

[He retracts his hand as Goro's wings recoil.]

Aha, sorry! They just looked so soft...

[Not that he'd really be able to feel them through his gloves, mind.]

When you said you could fly, I didn't expect you'd have wings.

Of course.

[He sets his own cup down carefully between his knees and holds out a second that's just appeared from nowhere.]

Hot chocolate isn't my specialty, but even I'm not going to be making myself coffee right before bed.

I don't mind if you want to touch the tops of the wings, they're much less delicate.

They're not actually necessary for my flight, they're more a symbol of status than truly functional...but I like having them out when I'm in the air. It's quite an impressive image, don't you agree?

[To make his point, he spreads them out to their full span...a good 12' from wingtip to wingtip, with the longest vertical feathers coming partway down his leg.]

She's somewhat surprised how quickly someone else turned up here, but then again a huge winged alternate form, overland speed can get pretty up there.

"That might have been a good idea. And if they're too close to each other, they might also be ineffective..."

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