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oasislogs2016-03-20 10:00 pm
strangelic) wrote in oasislogs2016-03-20 10:00 pm
This is a curse that can't be stopped
WHO: OPEN MINGLE
WHERE: The Warehouse, The City, The Forest
WHEN: However long the rain falls and the siege lasts.
WARNINGS: Undead, violence, gore, murder. Note in comments anything else and I'll add.
SUMMARY: With sloppy zombies and cannibals running the show out in the city, everyone is feeling a little cooped up back at the warehouse. But as much rainwater as they have to drink, people still need to eat
WHERE: The Warehouse, The City, The Forest
WHEN: However long the rain falls and the siege lasts.
WARNINGS: Undead, violence, gore, murder. Note in comments anything else and I'll add.
SUMMARY: With sloppy zombies and cannibals running the show out in the city, everyone is feeling a little cooped up back at the warehouse. But as much rainwater as they have to drink, people still need to eat
The Warehouse
After a day or two, the perimeter had been secured far enough back to light a fire out of sight of the top windows of the warehouse, so that everyone could keep warm, even when the rain was pouring outside. There was plenty of water, consequently, to drink, but food and dry firewood was limited, both difficult to get back to the warehouse without coming upon one predator or another outside. The longer the siege went on - and that was exactly what it was - and the longer the rain poured, the more miserable their confinement was. Food came in the form of meat, mostly, and the occasional tropical fruit found on the forest floor, with no way to go out into the forest to scavenge for berries or nuts. Even hunting was risky, with the forest alive the way it was. At night, when the fire was lit, it was the only place to get warm. There were blankets, enough barely not to have to share, and conversation murmured around the fire from those who stayed close to it, even if some of those trapped there were more inclined to mope in their own silence. Visitors, of course, were more than welcome--unless they were the maneating kind, and perhaps one night, with a crash, some uninvited guests might slip through the cracks, and come upon the survivors in their sleep.
The City
It was enough to try and survive. Closing up the sewer entrances was crucial, of course, in order to keep those things still down there confined, but driving back the intruders was work that needed organizing, needed strong hands together, and no small effort. Trips out into the city were more dangerous that trips into the forest, but they were essential too, to reconnaissance how to take back the city - if at all - and then to go out and do it. Bringing together a team to do so meant organizing them, in the warehouse, around the campfire. Then it would be time to press out into the city itself. Who is this brave leader? Who fights beside them? Or shall we hide away until we starve? Perhaps, though, someone just needs rescuing, someone who's hid away elsewhere in the city, or just arrived, and needs a little help getting somewhere safe. Maybe their run just went a little bit...wrong.
The Forest
Food was essential to survival, and wood, too, was running low. Of course all the trees in the forest were just as damp, not to mention enormous burdens to sneak back in past the city walls to the warehouse. Trips out into the trees were risky, but they had to be made by the ambitious and the strong, or the brave and the foolish. The rain still poured down, of course, obliterating tracks, making it hard to move, or to pick out landmarks, the luscious undergrowth dulled to a thick, monotonous gray-green, soaking anyone not already wet through the moment they brushed against it. The animals cowered too, the rainfall making it impossible to hear when predators were creeping up on them, and the same applied to the zombies, stirred to life by all the commotion, hunting the hunters. Perhaps it's just a case of one wanderer coming upon another, unplanned, or is there purpose in this woodland meeting?
After a day or two, the perimeter had been secured far enough back to light a fire out of sight of the top windows of the warehouse, so that everyone could keep warm, even when the rain was pouring outside. There was plenty of water, consequently, to drink, but food and dry firewood was limited, both difficult to get back to the warehouse without coming upon one predator or another outside. The longer the siege went on - and that was exactly what it was - and the longer the rain poured, the more miserable their confinement was. Food came in the form of meat, mostly, and the occasional tropical fruit found on the forest floor, with no way to go out into the forest to scavenge for berries or nuts. Even hunting was risky, with the forest alive the way it was. At night, when the fire was lit, it was the only place to get warm. There were blankets, enough barely not to have to share, and conversation murmured around the fire from those who stayed close to it, even if some of those trapped there were more inclined to mope in their own silence. Visitors, of course, were more than welcome--unless they were the maneating kind, and perhaps one night, with a crash, some uninvited guests might slip through the cracks, and come upon the survivors in their sleep.
The City
It was enough to try and survive. Closing up the sewer entrances was crucial, of course, in order to keep those things still down there confined, but driving back the intruders was work that needed organizing, needed strong hands together, and no small effort. Trips out into the city were more dangerous that trips into the forest, but they were essential too, to reconnaissance how to take back the city - if at all - and then to go out and do it. Bringing together a team to do so meant organizing them, in the warehouse, around the campfire. Then it would be time to press out into the city itself. Who is this brave leader? Who fights beside them? Or shall we hide away until we starve? Perhaps, though, someone just needs rescuing, someone who's hid away elsewhere in the city, or just arrived, and needs a little help getting somewhere safe. Maybe their run just went a little bit...wrong.
The Forest
Food was essential to survival, and wood, too, was running low. Of course all the trees in the forest were just as damp, not to mention enormous burdens to sneak back in past the city walls to the warehouse. Trips out into the trees were risky, but they had to be made by the ambitious and the strong, or the brave and the foolish. The rain still poured down, of course, obliterating tracks, making it hard to move, or to pick out landmarks, the luscious undergrowth dulled to a thick, monotonous gray-green, soaking anyone not already wet through the moment they brushed against it. The animals cowered too, the rainfall making it impossible to hear when predators were creeping up on them, and the same applied to the zombies, stirred to life by all the commotion, hunting the hunters. Perhaps it's just a case of one wanderer coming upon another, unplanned, or is there purpose in this woodland meeting?
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"Castiel. I can't say that I've ever heard of a name like that before, but, then again, I've heard a lot of strange names in my time." She takes his hand and gives it a nice, firm shake. "Thank you for being concerned about my welfare. Between Daryl and Han, I was adequately secure in getting here."
Not to mention she is more than capable of defending herself, but the help is always nice.
"Forgive me if I sound a little out of line, but you hardly seem comfortable here. Is there something I can do to help you?"
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He didn't shirk it, however, no matter how tempted he was to do so. She'd left him room to pull away from the topic if he needed to, and for that he was grateful, but there was no reason to hide, or fail to answer.
"Human life is fragile, isn't it? It shows how resilient it is, at times like this, but eventually everything dies and is consumed, like the flame consumes." He exhales slowly, lowering his eyes into his lap. "It's hard to sit comfortably with people when the chances of them being gone tomorrow, or the day after, looms omnipresent."
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It's a part of her heritage as a Skywalker and touched by the Force, she's sure.
"Yes, human life is fragile. All life is where I'm from, but it's through this fragility that we learn to truly live." She sighs, trying not to think of the many men and women she's lost, both close and not. "I could die in the next second, but that doesn't scare me. Living a life that would make my parents proud is how I've gotten by for a while now. And I think they would be. At least I hope they will.
"Wasting time on what could happen means that I stop focusing on what I can do right now to improve things. Enjoy the time that you have with the people around you. Because when they're gone, that's what you'll have, the place in your heart and soul that they've touched."
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"You misunderstand," Castiel said, after a moment of contemplative silence. "I'm not afraid of them dying. I'm only aware that... When you're all gone, this place will still be my prison. I'm anticipating how that will feel."
Another pause. "And I don't have a soul to speak of, which isn't to say that I care any less for the people who influence me. It's just that caring doesn't seem to make them any less fragile."
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She nodded at his reply, brow furrowed in thought before she could formulate any sort of answer. "So, it sounds like you're afraid of being alone. Do you think that efforts to try and leave this planet are futile then?"
She looked around them at the small group of others. "It's because you care that they seem even more fragile. When things happen to those we care about, it damages us, even if we don't want to admit it. It's the price we pay for companionship and love, that vulnerability."
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So maybe he is afraid of being alone. Maybe he is afraid of the quiet.
"I'm sorry. It never occurred to me before."
He does at least look apologetic, raising his eyes toward Leia again. "I think attempts to leave this planet are futile, yes. There isn't anything up there."
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She shook her head at his last comment. "I can't believe that. I've lived my entire life, traveling planet to planet. To think there's some galaxy, some universe where that's not possible is... preposterous. I know that there was a time when the Republic was just a tiny smattering of planet systems that didn't know each other existed. Until space travel became more available and the technology shared with one another.
"Perhaps that's all your planet needs."