Gathering point!

[stewardedingly]

[On the top of the ridge to the north, where a spit of granite stands out like a eastward-pointing finger, there is a carefully-constructed pyre, layered with rotten wood and dry grass - slow-burning, and smoky, Faramir hopes. It's been a few hours' work, and there's fresh fuel standing to one side]

[Faramir digs the flints out of the pouch at his

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[eddiedingly]

A-yuh... love a good wait.

[He's sitting by a pile of sticks and kindling, sifting through and searching for good bits for snares and arrows. He's already got a piece that had a sling in it somewhere.]

Wrong icon. XD

[stewardedingly]

[Smiles, pulling a freshly-shot rabbit out from behind one of the rocks and sitting down next to Eddie to skin and gut it in companionable silence]

Uh-huh, yeah suuuuuuure

[eddiedingly]

I can't even remember how long it's been since I ate.

Only in Eddie's dreams is that happening, hon. He hasn't forgiven him THAT much.

[stewardedingly]

Too long, I should guess.

[He puts the offal to one side, on top of the pelt, and holds the rabbit up by the back legs]

So we should cook this now.

[No sooner said than done; the coney's on a spit and in the flames]

[rezzedingly]

[Jack is up in a nearby tree, trying to decide if the big things hanging from the branches are edible or not.]

[The jury's still out on that, but he's cutting them down and tossing them in a pile on the ground anyway.]

[stewardedingly]

[Looking over at them. They're nothing he recognises on sight, but that doesn't mean much]

What's that you say? Awfully convenient stuff happing off screen?

[rezzedingly]

[Jack climbs down and then hops to the ground with that good old Harkness recklessness.]

Think these might be like coconuts... maybe.

[He picks one up and starts looking for a seam.]

At the very least, we should be able to use the shells to get water from that stream I found.

[stewardedingly]

[Nods, reaching over to pick one up and examine it]

Nuts? Maybe.

How far to the stream?

[toweredingly]

[And Roland is far from blind]

[He's actually been walking towards them for quite some time, since distant movement on the hilltop caught his eye and he saw them building that pyre up. Which probably explains why he's up on the ridge almost as soon as Faramir's sat down]

[Note the single gun, the missing fingers, and the look of intense relief at seeing certain people alive and well]

Eddie!

[eddiedingly]

[Eddie's head wrenches around involuntarily, and he actually drops his knife as he jumps to his feet.]

Roland?

[He takes in those little/enormous details, at a speed that says he remembers the face of his father. The face looking down at him.]

[He whoops and runs up the hill.]

[toweredingly]

[Roland's smile widens, and he lopes down the hill to meet Eddie, hugging him close as soon as they meet]

[eddiedingly]

Goddamn.

[He hugs Roland back, and hell yeah he's crying a little. What?]

Missed you, you sonuvabitch.

[crownedingly]

[Woah, dizzy. And, this isn't the Islands. But that smoke column... what was causing that?] Where...

Oh man... not again! [What a type to return to this crazy place, right? Better go check out that huge pillar of smoke.]

8D

[stewardedingly]

[And Faramir's just heading down from the beacon to go and hunt some more rabbits. He nods to Sora as they come in view of each other]

If you climb up to the beacon flame, there are others there. And a little meat still, if Eddie has left any.

[crownedingly]

Okay! Thanks, Faramir! [He heads off in that direction, hoping he had gotten your name right.]

[scarfedingly]

[Mina sees your beacon. Mina comes towards your beacon, with the brace of rabbits she's shot hanging over her shoulder, messing up the back of her dress somewhat.]

[She raises a hand as she approaches, calling out to them]

Faramir! Captain!

[stewardedingly]

Lady Mina!

[Smiles, heading towards her and looking at the rabbits]

A good hunt, then? Come, we have meat and nuts ready for the eating, if you are hungry, and water if you are thirsty.