DUNGEON LOG: KEYSTONE SHORE

[phantasmods]

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.

Comments

[photoshooter]

Maybe it's friendly...?

[Prompto would really prefer not to engage the gull at all. It's huge! Or, well, pretty big. Not the biggest thing he's ever fought, but definitely the hardest to make out in the afternoon light. Not good conditions for a gunner.

On the other hand, he realizes three things one shortly after the other:

1. It's real mad. Not friendly at all.
2. Other people--Astolfo--are already picking a fight with the thing.
3. Most birds are edible, and this is a really, really big bird.

If they kill this thing and bring its carcass back to the station and its meat is declared fit for human (and other beings') consumption, no one will have to eat his chickens.

Thinking quickly, Prompto unloads and reloads his gun.]

Hey! Over here, Flappy!

[He breaks cover and fires a couple paintball rounds at where he thinks the thing's head--and, thus, its eyes--should be.]

Let's see how you like fighting blind!

[scarsolderthanyou]

[This is not actually a stupid move... when you have backup. Stone, coming up behind Prompto, shifts in his usual cloud of dark mist up into a creature just as big as the bird, and with more pointy ends he can stick into something.

He dares you to charge the boy, bird. Double-dares. Come right into his claws, why don't you, and he'll see just how edible you are.]

[phantasmods]

[Well, at least one of Prompto's shots hits, though it's hard to tell exactly which one. The bird screeches in pain and turns like it's going to dive...

...And then keeps turning because it sees Stone and NOPE HECK THIS VERY MUCH it does not want to fight something its own size.]

[photoshooter]

Nauugh, come on, get down here!

[Prompto reloads with real bullets and fires again, this time hoping for the place wings meet chest--or at least a wing, or the chest. No way can he make a clean headshot with that light distortion going on.]

[scarsolderthanyou]

[Stone grins, all teeth, and once Prompto has fired his second round, he leaps into the air and dives for the bird, claws extended. He'll take whatever part of the bird he can reach.]