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OPEN PLOT POINT LOG ★ THE GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP

May 4th; REPAIRS GALORE

Maybe you responded to the post on the network about the big discovery, or maybe someone you know roped you into helping- either way, so far it seems like this ship might be the only feasible way off the island. If you can get it up and running again. The controls and internal systems seem to have been largely preserved intact, but they'll need a bit of maintenance- you know, repairing corroded wires, unsticking the buttons, cleaning the screens, reattaching the power... and that's not to mention the outside. There's a large hole in the hull that needs to be repaired with metal salvaged from other places on the island, barnacles and rust that need removing, breeches that need putty...

A few recruits take charge to direct work flow, but people are encouraged to work on what they can! Even if you're not super strong there's still work you can do, and of course the volunteers need to be fed! There's a job for everyone... but this is going to take a few days at least.

May 11th; A BREAK IN THE STORM

There's just one problem. Even once they get the ship in questionably operating order... how in the world are they going to clear that fierce storm? The ship might be ready to sail, but it's definitely not ready to take another beating.

Though surely some recruits are doing their best coming up with ways to either make the ship sturdy enough to sail through or find a way to banish the unnatural storm, it seems like they might be stuck in dry dock... until the clouds disperse and the sun begins to shine. Wait- what just happened?

May 12th; BON VOYAGE

Now the storm has cleared, it looks like you all might just be able to get home! ... Well, not home, but. Back to Pu'ulai at least. The journey might get off to a bit of a rocky start, since they need to figure out A) how to use the strange touch screen steering apparatus on the warship and B) which direction to sail in, but at least this thing has a good radar, so hopefully they can avoid any "I'll never let go, Jack!" conclusions.

Thankfully it's a large vessel so quarters aren't cramped for the nearly 2 days it will take to get back to the others. Be nice, share your food, take shifts so people don't fall asleep at the proverbial wheel, all that jazz.

Try not to freak out when the shore of the island approaches and everyone realizes no one replaced the brakes on this thing. Brace for impact?

May 14th; REUNION TOUR

The marooned crew is back! All those messages you were trying to send to people in the other group that never got through? Watch out, because your inbox is about to get flooded. (Or not, if you're a grump no one messages.) A giant Dakal warship crashing into the beach is bound to attract native and ALASTAIR attention alike... and the older generation of Nalawi actually go for their weapons and pitchforks in a panic, ready to defend the beach against a foe they never thought to see again... but find themselves confused upon realizing the passengers are ALASTAIR recruits. This is the place for your teary "I thought you might be dead!" reunions as well as the more bro-esque "glad you're still alive, loser" type greetings.

You all have a lot of information to trade. What happened on that risen island? Sacrifices flayed open? Ryba is huh? Nalanni is wha? Kidnapped?! Woah, slow down. Wouldn't it be great if ALASTAIR would get in touch? (Shh, that's May 15th).

OOC NOTE;

This is a mod-sponsored plot point driven log for those marooned (and later, those who were left behind). If you'd like to do some OOC organization/plotting, feel free to utilize this thread! Please direct any questions there or to the mod plurk. The disappearance of the storm on the 11th is relevant to another player plot point soon to be revealed, so that is left a bit vague for that reason. Feel free to play out reunion stuff here if you'd like, though because of a few plot points left to be revealed, you may want to bookmark this and come back for srs threads once those go public. Thank you! ♥

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[ His priority is Sieglinde and when he had practically jumped to his feet, it took him longer to realize where he was heading and what he was doing than to get there. But Masamune wastes no time in searching for the little witch and while she is small, it is now impossible for him to ever miss that voice, especially when calling for him.

Shifting through the small crowd, he calls back for her when he catches sight of her. ]

Sieg!

[ With very little respect for any other unfortunate person in his way, he pushes through if necessary to be able to go to greet her and reach out to scoop her up into his arms as soon as he's close enough to hold her up and give her a small twirl as part of her greeting along with the sincere smile on his face. ]

There you are, I was beginning to wonder if you were going to make me wait a lot longer for you to come home than I anticipated.

[She could never have guessed all those months ago, sprawled on the cobblestones in the midst of panic, a chimera burned into the stone in a village cursed with eternal night, that the man who had come to her rescue would still be coming to her call now. Her face lit up in relief the moment she heard her name, turning towards the sound, stumbling in the sand only to throw her arms around Masamune's neck, clinging tightly in a hug and a smile of both surprise and joy on her face.]

Masamune, you're alright- !

[With all the struggles of the island they'd been on, the large sea mantids that scuttled across abandoned homes, rotting food, the storm, trying to get the ship repaired... It had been easy to imagine the hardships that could potentially be befalling their comrades, and no way to contact them- her messages hadn't gone through. (Though when he checked his device later, there they would be, all in a row.)]

We had to repair this ship to get back, and the storm only just broke- is Isengrim alright? What about everyone else?

[Gestured wildly to the large warship now crashed on the beach, and even though her smile was already preparing to be potentially wiped out... At least she had it for now. Even if things were horrible... Masamune was alright. Selfish as it was, that was enough for now.]

[ He is just as selfish, a rare a very real smile present on his features with the girl in his arms again, hugging her close. ]

Most of us are fine. Isengrim included. Stuff's gotten complicated, I guess, but we'll manage, as always. [ He'll explain later-- or someone will, at least. He's not really in the mood to dump a bunch of tiring information on Sieglinde right then and there. ]

I'm glad you're safe and back here with me.

[Complicated. She knew what that likely meant, coming from Masamune. That things had happened... but they were at least not in a state of emergency now.

It meant she had a moment- which she savored, clinging tight, trying to forget for a few seconds the stiff crust of salt that she couldn't seem to wash from her hair and skin, how hungry she was.]

I brought you a present.

[Whispered as if revealing a secret, hidden in the pack slung over her shoulder.]

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[ at first he is surprised but it's quickly turned to a laugh. ]

Really? [ he sounds amused. It will be okay, she will be fed now and he will get her all cleaned up as if she never had the physical reminders of the past week reminding her to begin with. He swings her a little, just enough to provide emphasis on what he is referring to as he continues. ]

You mean, in addition to the one I'm already holding?

[ of course, he will have to have a point later where the stress finally hits him, where all the pa ic and concern that he withheld during the crisis withers out of his system. It's a pathetic display of being relieved your deepest fears were not even close to true, and one he will show no one but Kojuro, but it is still relief and coping properly to keep going without losing any valid time by being weighed down by his internal conflicts. He did enough of that since joining ALASTAIR to last him a lifetime. All it did was bring more of its weight rather than create less. ]

[She felt like she hadn't laughed for months, but Masamune's own and his words, her, a present, teased one out of her, weak and skittering but a laugh nonetheless, shaking her head.]

In addition!

[She twisted about in his arms and got a hold of her bag, stuffed to the brim mainly the fault of the giant... orb? inside, a large, semi-transparent filmy sphere that she'd pulled from a rotting sea seperent's eye. But once she snuck her small hands past her new scrying toy, she came back up with... A large sea serpent scale, dull blue, green, or brown depending on the light refracting from it.]

Look! It is light, but strong- I shall fasten you something of these!

[Because in her mind- She wanted Masamune as protected as possible.]

[ Masamune is careful to allow her to move freely without compromising holding her, and he waits patiently for her to fish out what she is seeking from her bag. He is curious, to be fair, at least the appearances of the orb (or whatever it actually is), but he blinks clearly in surprise at her ultimate presentation. Oh...

What a precious kid. He doesn't even really know how to react, clearly looking for words but not finding any. Finally, he breathes, realizing he was holding his breath, giving her another smile as he hugs her close in gratitude, burying his face against the top of her head for a moment. ]

You [ --shouldn't worry about me, you're the one who was swept away-- ] found those for me? I could definitely use them, so whatever you make I will happily wear them. Thank you.

[ He is grateful, of course. Grateful for her thinking and worrying about him, but thankful for the opportunity to not only be able to use something that someone so important has put together for him, but to be able to apply the advantage it'll provide in order to make sure he can keep protecting her. He may be willing to take injuries without question for Sieglinde, but what he wouldn't give for the ability to take less injury. If he takes too much, he won't be able to protect her, either. This sort of thing from her should create a better strive to reach the perfect inbetween. ]

You may thank me if it proves useful, anyway.

[Mumbled against his shirt in that tight embrace, even as her left hand drifted down from his shoulder to his side, to the place that, even though she had been possessed, even though it hasn't been "her fault"... she can still remember what it felt like when she'd plunged her dagger into him, the way she had slipped it into the thin gap between his armor, the warmth of his blood and the resistance flesh and bone gave and ultimately yielded to steel.

Here, she would put most of the scales here. And his heart, and back, and everywhere she could until she ran out of scales.]

I do not know if I am good at sewing yet.

[Stitching wounds she has plenty of experience in- fabric and armor, not so much.]

You will be; if you like doing it, that is. Kojuro knows how to do it, too, so if you need extra help he can show you. And I'm sure others here will also be happy to teach what you want to learn.

[ He says it matter of factly, but there is a hint of soothing in his tone of voice, as if already aware of her thoughts about what happened in Chantes and not wanting her to dwell on that for long, if at all.

After a moment, he prys her gently away from him for a moment so he can hold her out and get a better look at her physically. The corner of his mouth twitches just a little—she looks like a drowned animal even where she's dry. Her hair, in particular... God, that's going to be a chore to fix. But, it's fine. He will get her back to normal. First, though. ]

You're probably hungry, right?

Then I shall ask Kojuro!

[As proud as she could be, Sieglinde never hesitated to use the aid others offered when it was in an area she had no experience in or obviously couldn't go it alone. (With one notable exception, the chemical formula that rested in the back of her mind, the one she didn't want anyone else's help with because... Too many things.)

Sewing was easier. She could ask Kojuro.

Masamune was right though, about several things. Days of nothing but saltwater to bathe in had left her waist length hair stiff and salt-dry, her clothes as well, and even at the very mention of hunger, her stomach gave off an almost comically loud rumble, making Sieglinde look down and then back up slowly.]

... I could eat an entire boar. Or anything that isn't half-rotting fish, really.

[ Masamune's unimpressed demeanor only seems to grow, but it's hard to tell (by himself included) if it's that terrible noise that roars from the depths of her stomach or if it's her merely her choice of commentary on food. ]

Boars... no boars. Your people eat wild boars?

[ ew, infected with parasites much... ]

Wha- you do not? Boat roast is delicious...

[Despite the gravity of their situation, Sieglinde has time to sit back in his embrace, eyes wide with a bit of shock. Obviously you don't eat rabid ones or the entrails... Don't besmirch one of her favorite dishes, Masamune???]

[ Such dirty animals. ]

Erm. Not usually... but, it doesn't really matter: there aren't any around here, anyway. You'll have to deal with crab and the local bird species.

[ maybe only his land is full of large infected pig friends, who knows... ]

Chosokabe makes the best crab legs, and we'll stay away from non-shellfish after your endeavor.

[She supposed she should only feel pity that Masamune has never sampled one of Wolfram's ridiculously well-stewed boars. Or a proper pudding. Or blood sausage. Or spargel, or potato dumplings, or-

Sieglinde's stomach gave another loud rumble.]

I suppose...

[Even crab legs seemed a bit off putting, but what with everything going on she supposed she wouldn't complain... But that didn't stop her from suddenly laying hands on Masamune's chest, beginning to ru- no, pat him down looking for pockets or pouches.]

Have you nothing on you?

What do I look like, a market food cart?

[ ... God, this kid for real!?

Masamune's expression distorts even more, but he readjusts his hold to take be able take one of her hands with his own and guide it to pat in the proper place of one pouch that blends in near the base of his dragon-winged sheathes for his swords-- which, she will feel, there is indeed something items in there. He unhooks the pouch to present to her, in latching it in the process. Reaching in once in her hands, he pulls out the silver canteen that he had received in Oska during the mission. It has fresh and clean water. He's never told her before about what it does (or... Anyone else, really), but she'll be able to find out well enough now. ] Actual not-crappy water. Drink all you like.

[ As for the other hard shapes for her are two small wrapped items. Neither are amazing cuisine but they taste well enough, especially for a starving child. One is smoked pork jerky and the other some freshly sliced apple (not even brown from the air yet). Did he know they were coming? With enough time to grab her and slice her an apple and grab her some dried and salted stick meat, yes. (Ships of that size don't move that fast.)

Obviously, he can only blame himself for spoiling her and it doesn't look like there will be any disappointment from her big brother/guardian, any time soon. ]

You look like a man who is smart enough to never be caught without provisions... ?

[Flattery will get you... some places, won't it? Sieglinde knew that much at least. And it was her way of saying "thank you", because she wasn't quite that good at such things-

Mainly because the minute she was handed not-crappy water she was busy uncapping it, more than glad to have something that wasn't filtered seawater, chugging it down faster than was likely wise, but she managed it, switching almost seamlessly over to stuffing the food into her face.

It tasted so good after a week of fish and seaweed and filtered salt, and it showed clearly on her features how much she's enjoying it, humming happily with stuffed cheeks.]

Thisisdivine-

Don't choke.

[ ...And that is enough for him to know she is definitely suffering from malnourishment. Which, he will take care of now that she is back with him. The flask is bottomless, so she will indeed be able to enjoy as much as she likes and he offers her a small smile, although he says nothing in response, choosing to turn back and start heading back to their camp area so he can deal with getting her the proper recovery. ]

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