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Boredom can lead one to do all manner of productive things. So it was that Dylan found herself in the middle of a hunting and gathering party with a bag of mangos and kiwi slung over one shoulder, vaguely wishing she had a rifle or a bow so that she could do something less lame to contribute.
They were an interesting, rather mismatched party, and looking at each of her companions in turn, Dylan realized for perhaps the first time how diverse the island population was. She was looking for fruit with some guy from Gondor, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Green Arrow. If she had been at all on the fence about thinking they were all fictional, she'd certainly made up her mind now.
Swinging easily down from a tree, Dylan adjusted the lay of her bag over her shoulder, singing "Mr. Roboto" softly to herself. Picking up an errant mango from the ground, she smiled. It was a good day.
[OOC: Locked for plot! Please see the post in Dylan's journal.]
They were an interesting, rather mismatched party, and looking at each of her companions in turn, Dylan realized for perhaps the first time how diverse the island population was. She was looking for fruit with some guy from Gondor, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the Green Arrow. If she had been at all on the fence about thinking they were all fictional, she'd certainly made up her mind now.
Swinging easily down from a tree, Dylan adjusted the lay of her bag over her shoulder, singing "Mr. Roboto" softly to herself. Picking up an errant mango from the ground, she smiled. It was a good day.
[OOC: Locked for plot! Please see the post in Dylan's journal.]