Atobe and Tezuka log (mega backdated)
Who: Atobe and Tezuka
What: Map making
When: About a week after the students were abducted. It was before the map came out, so there might be a few inaccuracies.
Rating: PG
Going over his supplies one more time Atobe made sure they had everything they might need to get started on the map he had, even including some snacks they weren't technically supposed to have since they were in a library but that he thought they could get away with since they weren't actually using any of the books. Everything was ready, now he just had to wait for Tezuka to make his way here.
Tezuka entered the library exactly five minutes before their agreed upon waiting time. Considering that, he was quite surprised to see Atobe already set up and spread out on one of the tables. None of that surprise reflected on his face.
As Tezuka approached, he nodded and sat across from the former tennis captain. "Atobe. You're early."
"Tezuka." Stomping down on his spike of excitement at seeing the other boy Atobe presented Seigaku's captain with what he assumed would be a cool, suave smile. "I thought I would prepare everything we might need so we don't have to waste any time." He nodded at the spread out papers, pens and rulers, as well as a discreet tray of sealed coffee cans.
"I am glad that you are very serious about this, Atobe," Tezuka stated, and looked over the materials. Dark, hazel eyes stuck on the coffee. He peered over his glasses at Atobe, and then back down at the coffee. "We're in the library." He placed his own neat notebook on the table.
Atobe nodded. "I know, that's why I picked the cans and not anything open." Biting the inside of his bottom lip he watched Tezuka take a seat. "How did you want to do this?" If he was perfectly honest, which he made a habit of avoiding whenever possible, he didn't have the first clue on how to go about drawing a map, aside from some hastily done research after Tezuka had agreed to it.
Tezuka blinked and continued to look at Atobe. "But you have to open the can to drink the coffee. Unless you are just storing them there for later drinking." They could address the map once Tezuka determined that they weren't in breech of the rules.
"We can take them outside to drink." Atobe folded far too easily under that disapproving look.
Tezuka replied with a nod. "After we make the initial draft of the somewhat explored areas, we can have coffee outside. Thank you for bringing me one as well," though Tezuka was stern, he was also polite.
"As for the map," he moved on, "I think the first thing we must do is decide the scale. My approximate walking speed is 1km per six minutes. It took me around three hours and forty-six minutes to reach the beach from the school. The difficulty, however, comes with the density of the forest, not necessarily with the distance. Some of that time must be subtracted in distance calculation."
Jotting down the numbers on a notepad just for this purpose Atobe nodded, pushing his glasses up as he considered it. "How far would you say did you walk from the school until you reached Tw forest?" Though he was somewhat giddy on the inside about Tezuka's tacit approval of the coffee he vowed to be absolutely professional about this.
It was very hard to say. Despite his hiking and tracking experience, Tezuka had to backtrack several times due to dead ends or over grown that seemed more dangerous than necessary. "I would have to say somewhere between 20 and 25 kilometers," Tezuka pressed his thin lips together and frowned ever so slightly.
That was quite a distance and Atobe frowned at his quick doodle of the school on an otherwise blank page. "And the area between the school and the forest? Did you pass the town?"
"Aa," Tezuka confirmed. "I decided to use the town as a starting point. I thought I would be more likely to find a path from there, than from the school."
Nodding again Atobe picked his pencil and let it hover over the map before sketching in the circumference of the town. "Did have a compass with you?" It was a long shot but it would be very helpful to at least figure out which way was which.
Tezuka shook his head. "My compass was not transported with me. But, judging from the position of the sun and stars, my guess is that it's more southern."
Atobe tapped his pencil against his lips then nodded again and made a little arrow away from the town toward the bottom of the page. "Did you see anything that would serve as landmark?"
That had been the difficulty of the forest. The thick rooted, woven together trees all resembled each other. "The soil varied in shades and texture," Tezuka offered. "As for landmarks to follow, I left a trail. I don't think that's the most direct route, and I will certainly edit it next time."
"But you kept mostly toward the south - or did you encounter any obstacles?" It was times like this that Atobe had the vague thought that maybe completely shunning the outdoors whenever possible might not have been in his best interest. Then he was usually reminded of all the drawbacks that came with untampered nature, such as insects and a sever lack of personal hygiene and he was back to being rather glad of it. "Before your next outing it might be useful if we can find a compass - I doubt GPS will be useful here."
"I believe I traveled in a sort of arc, since I started from the town," Tezuka confessed. "When a certain area seemed unwalkable, I maneuvered around it or backtracked. To say just how much I would have to revisit the path, which I plan to do." He flipped past a few more numbers in his journal to find his estimated route. There was a lot of back and forth and wandering. "...I think my compass wasn't transported for a reason, Atobe."
"A compass is hardly so high tech that we can't fashion at least a crude one on our own." They just needed a magnet and a container for it to turn in, really how hard could it be? But that aside, they still had the issue of a proper scale to figure out. "Say you spent about one third of the time backtracking that still leaves us with a distance of roughly....how long did it take you to reach the beach exactly?"
"Good point," Tezuka said. It truly was a good idea. Not that Atobe couldn't have good ideas, but he didn't expect one like that. "From the moment I set off from school 3 hours and 36 minutes. From town, approximately 3 hours."
"So we deduct an hour for dead ends and difficult patches and we have a distance of 20 kilometres." It wasn't an insurmountable distance but still quite far for a daring escape. "Did you see anything that seemed out of place to you?" Using the ruler Atobe measured the distance on the rough map model and sketched in a vague edge for the beach. "And how long was your way back? Did you take the same route?"
Tezuka took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I found it strange that there was no path, considering the town and the school. It furthers the assumption that everything here is new." For a moment, he wishes he could take a sip of that coffee. "There was no sign of any person or man made thing on the beach. I spent the night there, and still nothing. The way back took approximately an hour and a half, minus reading time, since the trail had been mapped out. Perhaps that is the more accurate time to use."
"Mm-Hm." With another swipe of the pencil Atobe added another line for the potential coast. "Did you follow the beach in any direction?" Now that they had started he had a certain ambition to deliver a good result. "Could you see if there were any ships anywhere out at sea?" Surely they couldn't be that far away from Japan and China that there wouldn't be at least a few ships at the horizon.
"No ships," Tezuka said with certainty. "I walked along the beach for about three kilometers, but no sign of man." The beach was a beautifully untouched place. Tezuka had greatly enjoyed the quiet, "The beach seemed to stretch farther as well. I will walk the length of it next time."
"If this is really an island you might need quite a while for that." Atobe pointed out and leaned back, twirling his pencil absentmindedly. "No harbour, no landing field - they have to have brought us here somehow..." Plus there had to be supplies brought in from somewhere - considering the number of students plus staff and townspeople there was no way that everything was locally produced. "This whole thing has got to be incredibly expensive - I wonder who would waste so much money on this."
"Thats what makes it worth doing," Tezuka stated. He truly enjoyed such exploration. "Perhaps I will do it on our next school break...." as for wasting money. He assumed it was a rich person with something to prove. How a bunch of tennis players could prove it, he didn't know. "This person must be," creepily, "Fond of tennis players."
"It would seem like it." The corner of Atobe's lips twitched up in a humourless smile. "It's a good thing I am here too or I would be suspect number one."
Tezuka looked at Atobe very seriously. "What makes you think that rules you out?"
Surprise prompted a wide eyes look from Atobe at Tezuka's suggestion before he chuckled wryly. "I suppose that's true." He nodded. "Though in that case I would have given myself a bigger wardrobe."
"Others would have noticed in that case," Tezuka informed him. "You would be a very poor villain in that respect," and that was hardly an insult. Peering over Atobe's sketch, Tezuka said, "There is little more we can determine today. Shall we have a coffee and discuss strategy?"
"Why not." Gathering his supplies together Atobe shuffled them into the portfolio he had brought along. "Are you going to keep a close eye on me to make sure I am not the perpetrator now?" He teased, tucking the folder under his arm and picking up the coffee cans so they could proceed outside.
Tezuka held out his hand, offering to carry some of the things Atobe had brought. "No," Tezuka stated and looked at Atobe. If a person listened very closely, they might hear the barest hint of amusement in his tone. "I never claimed that I suspected you, I was correcting your assumptions."
"That's a pity." Atobe half murmured to himself before passing the cans over to Tezuka and heading for the exit. "Shall we head for the tennis courts? There are a few benches there, some even in the shade."
He took the cans and followed Atobe in answer to his question. As for the hushed statement, he wondered, and then asked, "Why, are you looking to become a super villain?"
"Only in my spare time." Atobe shot back, lips quirking into a smile. "Which as you yourself probably know is sparse at best."
"I'm not familiar with your schedule," Tezuka said, raising an eyebrow slightly. "But you seem to be the kind of person who will find the time for something you wish to do."
Tezuka could relate, since he scheduled himself to exhaustion as well. But, he always reserved Saturday mornings for what he wanted to do, and only for that.
"Oh it's pretty full." Atobe nodded along to Tezuka's words. "I just thought you probably had a similar schedule." Glancing over his shoulder he flashed the other captain a quick smile. "But actually I was thinking of joining the student council here. Would you be interested? I might even get a white Persian to stroke ominously."
Once they sat down, and Atobe put his things down, Tezuka handed the Hyoutei player a coffee. The man was certainly not wrong about Tezukas schedule. Since he probably knew as such, Tezuka did not bother to confirm it. "The white Persian would be a temptation to Echizen," Tezuka stated. "As long as student council isn't code for organization to take over the world, I am interested."
"Well he could have it when I'm not stroking it." Atobe deferred, leaning back and stretching his legs out. "Since he misses his own so dearly." Popping the lid of the can he took a cautious sip then relaxed when everything tasted as it ought to. "And I promise I will keep my world conquest schemes through tennis strictly out of the council."
Tezuka refrained from comment. Though he was sure Echizen missed his cat, this situation was probably not the best for the feline to be dragged into. "Then I am in agreement. What positions are open?"
Long fingers pulled at the coffee tab, and it came open without any issue. He kept his back straight and he appeared as non-descript as always.
Straightening a little inconspicuously Atobe bit back a smile of surprised triumph. "Well I was planning of taking over as council president obviously, and I was thinking of forcing Yuushi to be treasurer but if you were interested in that position I am sure I can find some other use for him."
Tezuka raised a brow over his can. That seemed like a very rude way to act toward a friend. "I am content to be vice president or secretary," he replied simply and raised his can a little before taking a sip.
"Excellent." Atobe cheered internally, letting nothing but a satisfied smile slip to the outside. "I'm sure Yuushi will be pleased." He added, to cover his glee.
Tezuka wasn't entirely sure what to do with that comment, so he merely replied, "Aa." For a moment, he cast his gaze around, just to take in their surroundings. If not for their shade, it would be brutally hot to be sitting outside. At least there was more breeze here than in the city.
Sipping his coffee slowly Atobe simply enjoyed the time spent together, observing the going ons on the courts with half a critical eye. "We should play sometime." He suggested out of the blue, glancing over at Tezuka. "If you feel up to it."
After a few more moments of quiet company, Tezuka answered simply, "I'm up for it."
Letting a few more peaceful moments pass Atobe drained his can and dropped it in the adjacent trash bin. "Good." He smirked, "lets do it once we're sure why we are here then."
What: Map making
When: About a week after the students were abducted. It was before the map came out, so there might be a few inaccuracies.
Rating: PG
Going over his supplies one more time Atobe made sure they had everything they might need to get started on the map he had, even including some snacks they weren't technically supposed to have since they were in a library but that he thought they could get away with since they weren't actually using any of the books. Everything was ready, now he just had to wait for Tezuka to make his way here.
Tezuka entered the library exactly five minutes before their agreed upon waiting time. Considering that, he was quite surprised to see Atobe already set up and spread out on one of the tables. None of that surprise reflected on his face.
As Tezuka approached, he nodded and sat across from the former tennis captain. "Atobe. You're early."
"Tezuka." Stomping down on his spike of excitement at seeing the other boy Atobe presented Seigaku's captain with what he assumed would be a cool, suave smile. "I thought I would prepare everything we might need so we don't have to waste any time." He nodded at the spread out papers, pens and rulers, as well as a discreet tray of sealed coffee cans.
"I am glad that you are very serious about this, Atobe," Tezuka stated, and looked over the materials. Dark, hazel eyes stuck on the coffee. He peered over his glasses at Atobe, and then back down at the coffee. "We're in the library." He placed his own neat notebook on the table.
Atobe nodded. "I know, that's why I picked the cans and not anything open." Biting the inside of his bottom lip he watched Tezuka take a seat. "How did you want to do this?" If he was perfectly honest, which he made a habit of avoiding whenever possible, he didn't have the first clue on how to go about drawing a map, aside from some hastily done research after Tezuka had agreed to it.
Tezuka blinked and continued to look at Atobe. "But you have to open the can to drink the coffee. Unless you are just storing them there for later drinking." They could address the map once Tezuka determined that they weren't in breech of the rules.
"We can take them outside to drink." Atobe folded far too easily under that disapproving look.
Tezuka replied with a nod. "After we make the initial draft of the somewhat explored areas, we can have coffee outside. Thank you for bringing me one as well," though Tezuka was stern, he was also polite.
"As for the map," he moved on, "I think the first thing we must do is decide the scale. My approximate walking speed is 1km per six minutes. It took me around three hours and forty-six minutes to reach the beach from the school. The difficulty, however, comes with the density of the forest, not necessarily with the distance. Some of that time must be subtracted in distance calculation."
Jotting down the numbers on a notepad just for this purpose Atobe nodded, pushing his glasses up as he considered it. "How far would you say did you walk from the school until you reached Tw forest?" Though he was somewhat giddy on the inside about Tezuka's tacit approval of the coffee he vowed to be absolutely professional about this.
It was very hard to say. Despite his hiking and tracking experience, Tezuka had to backtrack several times due to dead ends or over grown that seemed more dangerous than necessary. "I would have to say somewhere between 20 and 25 kilometers," Tezuka pressed his thin lips together and frowned ever so slightly.
That was quite a distance and Atobe frowned at his quick doodle of the school on an otherwise blank page. "And the area between the school and the forest? Did you pass the town?"
"Aa," Tezuka confirmed. "I decided to use the town as a starting point. I thought I would be more likely to find a path from there, than from the school."
Nodding again Atobe picked his pencil and let it hover over the map before sketching in the circumference of the town. "Did have a compass with you?" It was a long shot but it would be very helpful to at least figure out which way was which.
Tezuka shook his head. "My compass was not transported with me. But, judging from the position of the sun and stars, my guess is that it's more southern."
Atobe tapped his pencil against his lips then nodded again and made a little arrow away from the town toward the bottom of the page. "Did you see anything that would serve as landmark?"
That had been the difficulty of the forest. The thick rooted, woven together trees all resembled each other. "The soil varied in shades and texture," Tezuka offered. "As for landmarks to follow, I left a trail. I don't think that's the most direct route, and I will certainly edit it next time."
"But you kept mostly toward the south - or did you encounter any obstacles?" It was times like this that Atobe had the vague thought that maybe completely shunning the outdoors whenever possible might not have been in his best interest. Then he was usually reminded of all the drawbacks that came with untampered nature, such as insects and a sever lack of personal hygiene and he was back to being rather glad of it. "Before your next outing it might be useful if we can find a compass - I doubt GPS will be useful here."
"I believe I traveled in a sort of arc, since I started from the town," Tezuka confessed. "When a certain area seemed unwalkable, I maneuvered around it or backtracked. To say just how much I would have to revisit the path, which I plan to do." He flipped past a few more numbers in his journal to find his estimated route. There was a lot of back and forth and wandering. "...I think my compass wasn't transported for a reason, Atobe."
"A compass is hardly so high tech that we can't fashion at least a crude one on our own." They just needed a magnet and a container for it to turn in, really how hard could it be? But that aside, they still had the issue of a proper scale to figure out. "Say you spent about one third of the time backtracking that still leaves us with a distance of roughly....how long did it take you to reach the beach exactly?"
"Good point," Tezuka said. It truly was a good idea. Not that Atobe couldn't have good ideas, but he didn't expect one like that. "From the moment I set off from school 3 hours and 36 minutes. From town, approximately 3 hours."
"So we deduct an hour for dead ends and difficult patches and we have a distance of 20 kilometres." It wasn't an insurmountable distance but still quite far for a daring escape. "Did you see anything that seemed out of place to you?" Using the ruler Atobe measured the distance on the rough map model and sketched in a vague edge for the beach. "And how long was your way back? Did you take the same route?"
Tezuka took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I found it strange that there was no path, considering the town and the school. It furthers the assumption that everything here is new." For a moment, he wishes he could take a sip of that coffee. "There was no sign of any person or man made thing on the beach. I spent the night there, and still nothing. The way back took approximately an hour and a half, minus reading time, since the trail had been mapped out. Perhaps that is the more accurate time to use."
"Mm-Hm." With another swipe of the pencil Atobe added another line for the potential coast. "Did you follow the beach in any direction?" Now that they had started he had a certain ambition to deliver a good result. "Could you see if there were any ships anywhere out at sea?" Surely they couldn't be that far away from Japan and China that there wouldn't be at least a few ships at the horizon.
"No ships," Tezuka said with certainty. "I walked along the beach for about three kilometers, but no sign of man." The beach was a beautifully untouched place. Tezuka had greatly enjoyed the quiet, "The beach seemed to stretch farther as well. I will walk the length of it next time."
"If this is really an island you might need quite a while for that." Atobe pointed out and leaned back, twirling his pencil absentmindedly. "No harbour, no landing field - they have to have brought us here somehow..." Plus there had to be supplies brought in from somewhere - considering the number of students plus staff and townspeople there was no way that everything was locally produced. "This whole thing has got to be incredibly expensive - I wonder who would waste so much money on this."
"Thats what makes it worth doing," Tezuka stated. He truly enjoyed such exploration. "Perhaps I will do it on our next school break...." as for wasting money. He assumed it was a rich person with something to prove. How a bunch of tennis players could prove it, he didn't know. "This person must be," creepily, "Fond of tennis players."
"It would seem like it." The corner of Atobe's lips twitched up in a humourless smile. "It's a good thing I am here too or I would be suspect number one."
Tezuka looked at Atobe very seriously. "What makes you think that rules you out?"
Surprise prompted a wide eyes look from Atobe at Tezuka's suggestion before he chuckled wryly. "I suppose that's true." He nodded. "Though in that case I would have given myself a bigger wardrobe."
"Others would have noticed in that case," Tezuka informed him. "You would be a very poor villain in that respect," and that was hardly an insult. Peering over Atobe's sketch, Tezuka said, "There is little more we can determine today. Shall we have a coffee and discuss strategy?"
"Why not." Gathering his supplies together Atobe shuffled them into the portfolio he had brought along. "Are you going to keep a close eye on me to make sure I am not the perpetrator now?" He teased, tucking the folder under his arm and picking up the coffee cans so they could proceed outside.
Tezuka held out his hand, offering to carry some of the things Atobe had brought. "No," Tezuka stated and looked at Atobe. If a person listened very closely, they might hear the barest hint of amusement in his tone. "I never claimed that I suspected you, I was correcting your assumptions."
"That's a pity." Atobe half murmured to himself before passing the cans over to Tezuka and heading for the exit. "Shall we head for the tennis courts? There are a few benches there, some even in the shade."
He took the cans and followed Atobe in answer to his question. As for the hushed statement, he wondered, and then asked, "Why, are you looking to become a super villain?"
"Only in my spare time." Atobe shot back, lips quirking into a smile. "Which as you yourself probably know is sparse at best."
"I'm not familiar with your schedule," Tezuka said, raising an eyebrow slightly. "But you seem to be the kind of person who will find the time for something you wish to do."
Tezuka could relate, since he scheduled himself to exhaustion as well. But, he always reserved Saturday mornings for what he wanted to do, and only for that.
"Oh it's pretty full." Atobe nodded along to Tezuka's words. "I just thought you probably had a similar schedule." Glancing over his shoulder he flashed the other captain a quick smile. "But actually I was thinking of joining the student council here. Would you be interested? I might even get a white Persian to stroke ominously."
Once they sat down, and Atobe put his things down, Tezuka handed the Hyoutei player a coffee. The man was certainly not wrong about Tezukas schedule. Since he probably knew as such, Tezuka did not bother to confirm it. "The white Persian would be a temptation to Echizen," Tezuka stated. "As long as student council isn't code for organization to take over the world, I am interested."
"Well he could have it when I'm not stroking it." Atobe deferred, leaning back and stretching his legs out. "Since he misses his own so dearly." Popping the lid of the can he took a cautious sip then relaxed when everything tasted as it ought to. "And I promise I will keep my world conquest schemes through tennis strictly out of the council."
Tezuka refrained from comment. Though he was sure Echizen missed his cat, this situation was probably not the best for the feline to be dragged into. "Then I am in agreement. What positions are open?"
Long fingers pulled at the coffee tab, and it came open without any issue. He kept his back straight and he appeared as non-descript as always.
Straightening a little inconspicuously Atobe bit back a smile of surprised triumph. "Well I was planning of taking over as council president obviously, and I was thinking of forcing Yuushi to be treasurer but if you were interested in that position I am sure I can find some other use for him."
Tezuka raised a brow over his can. That seemed like a very rude way to act toward a friend. "I am content to be vice president or secretary," he replied simply and raised his can a little before taking a sip.
"Excellent." Atobe cheered internally, letting nothing but a satisfied smile slip to the outside. "I'm sure Yuushi will be pleased." He added, to cover his glee.
Tezuka wasn't entirely sure what to do with that comment, so he merely replied, "Aa." For a moment, he cast his gaze around, just to take in their surroundings. If not for their shade, it would be brutally hot to be sitting outside. At least there was more breeze here than in the city.
Sipping his coffee slowly Atobe simply enjoyed the time spent together, observing the going ons on the courts with half a critical eye. "We should play sometime." He suggested out of the blue, glancing over at Tezuka. "If you feel up to it."
After a few more moments of quiet company, Tezuka answered simply, "I'm up for it."
Letting a few more peaceful moments pass Atobe drained his can and dropped it in the adjacent trash bin. "Good." He smirked, "lets do it once we're sure why we are here then."