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phantasmalrift2019-02-12 06:33 pm
and_that_is_the_truth) wrote in phantasmalrift2019-02-12 06:33 pm
A very late catch all.
Who: Jake and you! (With one locked thread)
What: Going from constant traveling and danger to the relatively calm and quiet life of the station? Yeah, Jake is getting a little restless.
Where: Outside, mostly. Occasionally inside.
When: Mid Jan-Early Feb
Warnings: Locked thread will contain mentions of hunting and processing of animals, as well as the over all blanket of possible talk of body horror.
All other threads should be pretty okay. Maybe some violence in the form of sparring if anyone dares. The last is about the processing and tanning of a hide.
Jan 15: [At first, it was pretty cool. No constant low grade exhaustion from putting as many miles under their boots at they could. No quiet nagging from his stomach because breakfast had been fifteen miles ago and Roland had another ten in him before there would be dinner. There was a bed, a roof over his head, and heat without the need to build a fire.
People walking through the halls of Keystone could find the previously empty single numbered 19 now propped open, and should they peek inside, Jake was often found shoving furniture around to try and make the space his.]
Jan 22: [It reminded him of living in New York again, and while a large part of him enjoyed the offered comforts, there was another part of him that was starting to itch under his skin. Too much luxurey spoiled the soul, after all, and he was a Gunslinger. He wasn't some soft thing.
It took talking to Leonard at the party for him to realize that the fighting might not be as over as it felt like it was.
So it was that he could be found outside, in as big of an open space as he could find. On one end of the space was a stool with an apple perched on it. At the opposite end was Jake, an Oriza dish in either hand. He breathed deep for a moment, then flicked both plates forward...and that apple fell away into three neat and near identical pieces. ]
Jan 25-28: [Didn't someone mention something about an abandoned town not far from the station? He hadn't imagined that, right?
He's gunna go look for it. Don't expect him back for a bit, guys. He's got a few things in mind that he needs to find.]
Feb 5-10: [Locked thread] [Kitted out with whatever he could find in the town, it sure looks like someone is going camping? Well...hunting, from the way he has his gun laid out on the table, his handful of ammo lined up neatly beside it, and the knife he'd recently bought next to that.
The more mundane things were laid out on another table. Length of rope, a sleeping bag that looked like years of sitting in a box on a shelf hadn't done it any favors. A couple light weight pots that looked like the lids could be used as pans. A couple promising looking blankets. All of it was sitting next to a nylon bag that had definately seen better days, and he went over everything one last time before rolling them and carefully packing said bag. ]
You guys almost ready?
Feb 11-15: [Outside was gross, so Jake picked an out of the way spot in one of the lesser used public rooms and set to work making leather from the hides he'd brought back from his hunting trip.
Sorry guys, but he needed a new bag. That little nylon one wasn't going to cut it.]
What: Going from constant traveling and danger to the relatively calm and quiet life of the station? Yeah, Jake is getting a little restless.
Where: Outside, mostly. Occasionally inside.
When: Mid Jan-Early Feb
Warnings: Locked thread will contain mentions of hunting and processing of animals, as well as the over all blanket of possible talk of body horror.
All other threads should be pretty okay. Maybe some violence in the form of sparring if anyone dares. The last is about the processing and tanning of a hide.
Jan 15: [At first, it was pretty cool. No constant low grade exhaustion from putting as many miles under their boots at they could. No quiet nagging from his stomach because breakfast had been fifteen miles ago and Roland had another ten in him before there would be dinner. There was a bed, a roof over his head, and heat without the need to build a fire.
People walking through the halls of Keystone could find the previously empty single numbered 19 now propped open, and should they peek inside, Jake was often found shoving furniture around to try and make the space his.]
Jan 22: [It reminded him of living in New York again, and while a large part of him enjoyed the offered comforts, there was another part of him that was starting to itch under his skin. Too much luxurey spoiled the soul, after all, and he was a Gunslinger. He wasn't some soft thing.
It took talking to Leonard at the party for him to realize that the fighting might not be as over as it felt like it was.
So it was that he could be found outside, in as big of an open space as he could find. On one end of the space was a stool with an apple perched on it. At the opposite end was Jake, an Oriza dish in either hand. He breathed deep for a moment, then flicked both plates forward...and that apple fell away into three neat and near identical pieces. ]
Jan 25-28: [Didn't someone mention something about an abandoned town not far from the station? He hadn't imagined that, right?
He's gunna go look for it. Don't expect him back for a bit, guys. He's got a few things in mind that he needs to find.]
Feb 5-10: [Locked thread] [Kitted out with whatever he could find in the town, it sure looks like someone is going camping? Well...hunting, from the way he has his gun laid out on the table, his handful of ammo lined up neatly beside it, and the knife he'd recently bought next to that.
The more mundane things were laid out on another table. Length of rope, a sleeping bag that looked like years of sitting in a box on a shelf hadn't done it any favors. A couple light weight pots that looked like the lids could be used as pans. A couple promising looking blankets. All of it was sitting next to a nylon bag that had definately seen better days, and he went over everything one last time before rolling them and carefully packing said bag. ]
You guys almost ready?
Feb 11-15: [Outside was gross, so Jake picked an out of the way spot in one of the lesser used public rooms and set to work making leather from the hides he'd brought back from his hunting trip.
Sorry guys, but he needed a new bag. That little nylon one wasn't going to cut it.]
Feb 5-10: [Locked thread]
[Regis chuckles after he responds. Though it's been a long time since he's been out on anything resembling a camping trip, he's excited to get going. Of course, he keeps thinking they are forgetting something, but that's the father in him. Both Jake and Nyx know what they are doing when it comes to survival in the outdoors. If they've forgotten something, he's sure one of them will be able to deal with it.
Regis' good mood sours slightly when his hand once again causes him issues packing his own knapsack, but he's stubbornly refused help so far and that's not going to change. At least, not for this. He needs to do this himself.
It would be easier to just shove all of it into the Armiger and be done with it, but only Nyx can access it easily so that defeats the point.
Hmm... Maybe he should change that? Not now, he doesn't know Jake quite well enough for that yet, but perhaps soon.]
I'm so sorry my darlings
There was a pile of shit he'd snagged from the Lucis Caelum shop, some for Regis to pack into his bag and more for Nyx to pack into his own. He'd also gotten their phones updated and synced with the stations network officially so if something did go wrong they could call the others. It's been a challenge not to offer help or fuss over Regis when he knows his King is struggling.
But Regis knows he's right there, packing and double checking supplies himself. Not five feet away if he needs help. Jake's arrival is a welcome distraction, earning a wry grin from Nyx, rolling his eyes a little in Regis' direction. Stubborn... but at the same time the fact that he's trying so hard to adapt is reassuring.]
Ready as we're gonna get, I think.