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Shelter Building 101

Jul 15, 2007 23:10

Who: Bill Campbell
When: Day 36, afternoon
Where: 10 square feet of beachfront property
Invited: Anyone and Everyone
Status: Complete

"I love work," Daisy Adair said cheerfully. "I could watch it all day."

( Feel free to jump in with a sub-thread about your own shelter-building adventures. )

john.crichton, lindsey.mcdonald, daisy.adair, aeryn.sun, scott.hayden, marcus.cole, susan.ivanova, dean.winchester, day 36, bill.campbell, john.locke, peyton.sawyer

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[Ivanova] lost_mckay July 16 2007, 12:30:47 UTC

How hard could it be?

Susan wiped her face for what seemed to be the millionth time, and reached for the water near her as she paused in her work. What she really wanted to do was to simply walk into the stream and float for a couple of hours; fully clothed, naked, anything in between would be more than acceptable. Nice... her white uniform shirt made it necessary that she don her black jacket once more for a time.

Cooling off in the 'drink', however, wasn't possible at the moment. She had to build one of the retaining walls with the twigs and vines that'd been collected. Honestly, she was ready to kick it down and sleep in the sand, or rather, kick it down and make Marcus sleep in the sand.

"Remind me to add that to the list of things -not- to say," the commander requested, her tones bemused. "Right up there with 'What could happen?'." She'd learned long ago that question only invited trouble, and she had no problem conveying that to any other that might have so tempted fate. She had a very good imagination ( ... )

[Marcus] tweets July 16 2007, 16:21:35 UTC

Marcus sighed as he paused to catch his breath, out of sight of the others. It was hard being resurrected from the dead; especially when you didn't want someone to know you were weakened.

He reached down for another bundle of bamboo, grateful that they were using the lightweight material, but still concerned that it wouldn't be enough.

However, back to the grind. He scooped the bundle over his shoulders and feigned a happy gait as he walked back to the shelter that Susan was helping to build. But something caught his attention, a scent on the air. Raising his face, he looked inland and realised that there was heavy rain falling on the mountain.

"There's a storm coming..." he muttered, smelling the tang of ozone on the air.

He blinked, looking down at the controls of the white star, the lights blinking crazily in front of him. As circuits burned the tang of ozone filled the air and he couldn't help a small tremble of fear ( ... )

[John] magicalelf July 16 2007, 18:46:07 UTC

John had been heading back toward the tent/tee-pee style shelter he and Aeryn had constructed with some fresh leaves for their bedding when a strange, muted noise grabbed his attention. He turned, holding the bundle of leaves in his arms, eyes scanning the area around him.

"No, no, no" he moaned

John frowned and turned, following the sound. He felt the muscles in his back tense and his steps were quiet and sure, eyes flicking around as he checked for any change in scenery.

When he came upon Marcus huddled on the floor he paused in surprise. The man had seemed so calm and sure of himself. "Whoa, hey," John said, setting down the leaves and making his way over to him. "You okay? Need me to call for one of the doctor's we got running around?"

Thunder rumbled overhead and John risked a glance skyward. Dark clouds were getting closer and more ominous. He looked back at the man, "Marcus?"

OOC starborn_scribe July 16 2007, 18:51:41 UTC

Feel free to call Scott if you like. He hasn't met Marcus yet.

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[Peyton] lyingdrksoul July 16 2007, 20:15:42 UTC

"I don't think I'm doing this right." The words only made the situation obvious. Peyton kept looking at what everyone else either was doing or had done before in an attempt to make her very own lean-to. It just wasn't working for her.

The little shelter stood on it's own, but it was lacking something. Having never done anything like this before, Peyton had decided that she'd try it on her own without bothering the others since everyone had something they had to do. Besides, it took her mind off of well...Everything else.

It didn't help that the super-dark clouds were rolling in, either. She sat down on her knees in front of the shabby little shelter. She crawled forward on her belly, and just as she got inside, the entire thing fell down around her. "Right then..." Peyton huffed under the stack of palm leaves and sticks before she rolled onto her back. She sat up and pushed the materials off of her body before she moved to her knees again. She paused then, eyebrows drawn together, as she watched Ivanova and that group.

[Dean] starborn_scribe July 16 2007, 20:29:54 UTC

Dean winced when he saw Peyton's shelter collapse. (White knight time,) he thought, grinning.

The blonde was extricating herself from the tangle of bamboo and palm frond when Dean approached. "I hate it when that happens," he quipped. "Same thing happened to Sammy and me on our first try." That was a bit of an exaggeration, but after the day Peyton and the newbies were having a white lie couldn't hurt. "Want a hand?"

[Peyton] lyingdrksoul July 16 2007, 20:39:03 UTC

She brushed the sand off of her cheeks before she looked back at the bungle of junk in front of her. She had been paying attention when they were shown how to weave the palm leaves together, but apparently it just didn't stick.

With a sigh she looked up as Dean spoke, and she gave a soft laugh. "Yeah, me too." She looked back at her pile, and started pulling the leaves together again. "That'd be great, thanks Dean." She offered a smile and a couple of palm leaves.

"So are you a psychic too?" She smirked a little and glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. "Or are you the zombie killer?" She knew that it'd be basically asking for conversation she probably wouldn't understand, but her tone was at least light when she asked.

[Dean] starborn_scribe July 16 2007, 20:52:01 UTC

OOC: Going to reply to Peyton, then jump down to after Isabel magically assembles the shelter.

"So are you a psychic too?"

That brought Dean up short. All he could think of were his brother's pitch black eyes.

"Or are you the zombie killer?" Peyton added.

Dean shook off his unease and grinned. "Honey, there're few monsters I haven't killed. Zombies, ghouls, wendigos, and more ghosts than you can shake a crucifix at. The local zombie specialist is Ash, believe it or not."

Tall, blonde, and alien strode up to them. "Hey, Iz," Dean greeted her.

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[Marie] estirose July 17 2007, 01:43:04 UTC

Marie had her shelter farther along than she expected, partly with Ami's help. She'd been enjoying the companionship, even if it was odd to be dealing with another Ami.

She debated telling Ami about her 'gift' of pyrokinesis; this Ami was open about her abilities, more open than hers had been, so she should be more open about hers.

"At least everybody else's gift isn't destructive," she mused quietly, but out loud.

[Ami] fikgirl July 17 2007, 01:56:38 UTC

"I suppose that all depends on how you look at it." Ami didn't mind lending a helping hand. As far as she was concerned, she and Scott were lucky that somehow their teepee remained standing in their absence and only needed minor reconstructing once it was moved to the new camp. She paused to take a drink of water from a carved out coconut shell. "Any gift, when used improperly could be destructive."

Ami looked around for an example. She spotted George trekking across the camp, and after raising her hand in a friendly wave, decided not to point out the talent of removing souls from bodies. (One thing at a time ( ... )

[Marie] estirose July 17 2007, 02:07:16 UTC

"Depends on your definition of 'destructive,'" Marie replied. It felt surreal to be having this conversation with a version of Ami that knew little about her. Of course, her Ami didn't know certain things about her.

"Pyrokinesis, in most if not all of its forms, is destructive in one way or another."

There. She'd admitted what she was, discretely. Enough for Ami to pick up a clue if she was perceptive.

[Ami] fikgirl July 18 2007, 01:37:10 UTC

Ami looked up from her weaving. "Energy creating energy, or releasing energy." She wasn't a physicist - there was a reason she went into the social sciences - but everything could have both a negative and a positive. The problem was that most people could only see the negatives of their abilities.

"Fire creates heat which cooks food or boils water. Here, boiled water is a precious commodity, it's free from impurities."

Ami returned her attention to the weaving in her lap in order to hide a smile. If Marie thought she'd be impressed by a confession of pyrokinetics, the woman was going to have to try a bit harder.

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[Molly/NPC River] purplerhino July 17 2007, 20:23:11 UTC

The storm blew in as Molly was dragging the last of their current bamboo supplies to a single pile for the newcomers to use. Damn they needed to find a new supply soon ( ... )

Doctor/Rose purplerhino July 17 2007, 20:46:36 UTC

Having helped teach the new people the fine art of weaving palm mats and interlacing for roofing Rose was not allowed to lift anything very heavy in the way of helping before the rain started. This was definately going to end in two heads knocked together. Jack and the Doctor were within a hairs bredth of a good clobbering. Speaking of ( ... )