[Honestly, she'd had a bit of a rough start this morning - she's gone without sleep much longer than this in the past, when necessary, but not after a month of restless and un-sopored sleep, and very rarely by choice - but on the other hand, like hell was she going to let all these diurnal folks get out ahead of her. So she performs something of a dramatic reorganization of her sylladex - formal clothes, malevolent roombas, and random brickabrack left safely in her room, medkit and food and water refreshed, plenty of room freed up for stabilizers and whatever she happens across in the fissure. And then, well, into the abyss, as it were.]
March 9, Afternoon - Night, Glitterstone Beach [And by the time she's made it down through the caverns and out onto the beach, she's more or less got her second wind. And what a beach - much less ominous than the one she'd originally found herself on, several weeks before.
She's got stabilizers to place, but maybe first it's time to investigate the contents of that bagged lunch she picked up on her way out this morning. So mid-afternoon, the troll can be found well back of the tideline, sitting crosslegged in the gravel and peering thoughtfully under the top layer of bread of a cheese sandwich.
That night, she's further along the beach; she's also completely without any kind of artificial light source. Between her dark coloration and her darker clothes, she's liable to fade into the shadows, at least as far as most people with day-acclimated eyesight are concerned. Not that she's trying to sneak up on anyone, of course. It's just a thing that might happen given how ridiculously night-blind most humans and similar are.]
March 10, Morning, Lighthouse [She's not ready to head back entirely but... maybe just take a few hours to regroup in relative safety, huh? Grab a powernap. Which is why anyone back at the Lighthouse mid-morning on the tenth may find Jetshard sitting curled up in an out-of-the-way corner.
Unfortunately, napping had sounded good but it's proving not to be that simple, and she's not actually that soundly asleep. In fact, the footfalls of anyone approaching are enough to rouse her; she looks up, pushing her glasses back into place, and offers a smile that's only slightly bleary.]
Doing alright out there?
March 10, Evening, Bloodsands Beach [She'd gotten maybe a third of the way along the beach - she thinks, anyway, it's hard to tell with the fissure messing with things - when the sun had dipped below the line of the cliffs entirely, and -]
Damn it.
[She'd had a run-in with the blood water on her initial trip to the beach, when she'd first arrived; she has no intention of a repeat performance. But she can already feel the nagging... curiosity, anxiety? Need to go down to the water and investigate, and even knowing why that's a bad idea, it's still much stronger than it had been during the day. Time to head back, she supposes.
And to keep an eye out for anyone else she sees straying toward the bloo- the water, on the way. Anyone she spots out here on this stretch of beach, closer to the water than she is or moving in that direction, is greeted with a shout -] Hey! Careful, there!
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March 9, Afternoon - Night, Glitterstone Beach
[And by the time she's made it down through the caverns and out onto the beach, she's more or less got her second wind. And what a beach - much less ominous than the one she'd originally found herself on, several weeks before.
She's got stabilizers to place, but maybe first it's time to investigate the contents of that bagged lunch she picked up on her way out this morning. So mid-afternoon, the troll can be found well back of the tideline, sitting crosslegged in the gravel and peering thoughtfully under the top layer of bread of a cheese sandwich.
That night, she's further along the beach; she's also completely without any kind of artificial light source. Between her dark coloration and her darker clothes, she's liable to fade into the shadows, at least as far as most people with day-acclimated eyesight are concerned. Not that she's trying to sneak up on anyone, of course. It's just a thing that might happen given how ridiculously night-blind most humans and similar are.]
March 10, Morning, Lighthouse
[She's not ready to head back entirely but... maybe just take a few hours to regroup in relative safety, huh? Grab a powernap. Which is why anyone back at the Lighthouse mid-morning on the tenth may find Jetshard sitting curled up in an out-of-the-way corner.
Unfortunately, napping had sounded good but it's proving not to be that simple, and she's not actually that soundly asleep. In fact, the footfalls of anyone approaching are enough to rouse her; she looks up, pushing her glasses back into place, and offers a smile that's only slightly bleary.]
Doing alright out there?
March 10, Evening, Bloodsands Beach
[She'd gotten maybe a third of the way along the beach - she thinks, anyway, it's hard to tell with the fissure messing with things - when the sun had dipped below the line of the cliffs entirely, and -]
Damn it.
[She'd had a run-in with the blood water on her initial trip to the beach, when she'd first arrived; she has no intention of a repeat performance. But she can already feel the nagging... curiosity, anxiety? Need to go down to the water and investigate, and even knowing why that's a bad idea, it's still much stronger than it had been during the day. Time to head back, she supposes.
And to keep an eye out for anyone else she sees straying toward the bloo- the water, on the way. Anyone she spots out here on this stretch of beach, closer to the water than she is or moving in that direction, is greeted with a shout -] Hey! Careful, there!