OPEN PLOT POINT LOG ★ THE GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP

[grunehexe]

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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gilgamesh | open

[babbylon]

repairs galore.

[Gilgamesh had volunteered his arms and legs for Sieglinde's promising little side venture, so here he is. Naturally, he's none too impressed with the vessel they have to work with, but given he's unable to summon his own fleet for the task he's resigned himself to throwing together a fixer-upper and hoping for the best. To that end, Gilgamesh can be found...

Patching up holes with scrap metal. He can be spotted scavenging for the scrap on the island, then fitting it into place with levitation magic. This magic will weaken him after long periods of use, however, so you may see him taking frequent breaks. And yes, oh seekers of the thirst, he's shirtless for all of these tasks.

Removing rust. This he scrapes off by hand, with a chisel. He's quite the climber and you might spy him even in the tiniest of spaces, reliably chipping away.

Working on the ship's engines. These will need to be functioning in order for the ship to get anywhere, and thus he'll be applying his engineering know-how to kick them into operational capacity again. Fellow tech-minded recruits would be very much appreciated here!

Resting on top deck. All that work takes a lot out of a King! He nibbles on snacks, converses with his fellow workers, and fiddles with a particular lion carving in his hands, eyes flitting about hopefully on occasion. The observant among you may note he appears to be looking for someone.]

bon voyage.

[Meet your new captain, ladies and gents! Gilgamesh has commandeered control of the ship, at least for a short time; he'll be responsible for ferrying you all to safety. You can catch him fiddling with the touch screen, trying to make his own "adjustments" to questionable effect, and overall striving to make certain you all don't meet a nasty death in these uncertain waters. He may not necessarily be fond of some of you, or even most of you, but he's not going to die here and therefore neither are you.

Eventually, he's able to enable a sort of autopilot feature, so you can bother him whenever he's not at the wheel. Or even if he is, he just may not like the intrusion. When in the cabins, he's not as talkative as he'd ordinarily be due to pending exhaustion, but he wears a brave face. He won't let anyone see him weak, no matter what.]

reunion.

[Gilgamesh hangs back a little when many other recruits go rushing ahead to greet their friends back on the beach. It's not like he isn't missing anyone; it just isn't his style to admit to any degree of emotional concern or investment. Rest assured, though, his eyes will be scanning the shore for signs of anyone he knows.

And maybe, just maybe, you'll get a slight wave and an even slighter smile if he recognizes you, and not much more. He's got that kingly reputation to uphold, after all.]

RRRRUST

[alamob]

[Something's scurrying behind the wall.

Bella wants to believe that the thing making noise in the tiny space between two layers of rusted metal is another worker bee, not a new, squirrelly native threat. With a hostile encounter as recent as an hour ago, her nerves twitch and reach for the farthest leap of a conclusion.

The cord around her waist boasts too many dangling sharpened bones (muffled, wrapped in hallucinogenic seaweed) to be useful. Unless that use is creeping to the crevice that probably let Gilgamesh get in there, a tainted shiv at the ready.

But she gives up on subtlety and bashes the blunt side of her fist against the last place she'd heard scraping.]

Holes

[grunehexe]

[When Sieglinde had sent out a call for people to help with repairing the ship, she'd definitely had a few in particular in mind. Gilgamesh had been one of them. But she'd not expected she would have such a... delicious treat for the eye.

Maybe... there was extra merit in calling men in particular to help with the repairs...

She's hard at work herself, halfway through the process of creating a makeshift acid strong enough to target the rust yet weak enough not to damage the hull, a fire merrily burning and a tray of rough salts melting on top, a few makeshift chairs gathered around the fire and used for those who need to take a load off, but she can't seem to keep her eye off the hull repairs, one hand on a cheek and the other only half remembering to stir the salts.]

Ah- maybe slightly to the left... ?

[She's just trying to be helpful, you know, guiding those levitating metal scraps, it's not like... she wants to keep watching or anything...]

holes

[dairekka]

[Yukimura had enthusiastically volunteered to help with fixing up the ship - he had little else to do, other than chasing down the armoured crab to engage them in combat, or figuring out what to do with the supply of pickled vegetables he'd found while exploring the gardens. He wasn't technically minded, and couldn't help fixing any of the complicated machinery such as the engines... but he could help with the manual labour.

He'd been on his own hunt for scrap pieces of metal, and has made his way back carefully with his arms full of usable materials. Luckily, it's not difficult to see where the fixing up is being done, but he does hesitate about moving to where Gil is to drop off the metal he's gathered. Masamune's words of warning are very clear in his mind. If he'd gone out of his way to warn Yukimura about Gilgamesh, then it wasn't something he was going to ignore. His rival is, after all, someone he trusts.

But the situation is a little different here, splintered as the group is. He'd hate to delay their return to the others just because of unnecessary wariness.

Ignore the fact he's just stood there staring pensively at his armful of metal, everything's fine over here.]

reunion

[unoradinary]

[He might see her before she actually reaches him, but he'll have no time to acknowledge her before she calls his name out as she's running over, passing through everyone else reuniting along the way. She's probably drawing a lot of attention in the process...]

OI, GILLLLLLLL!! OIIIIIIII!!

[Who could possibly appear Cold And Distant with a friend like this.]

resting

[respired]

[ Koltira's been lugging scavenged scrap all day, and helping affix it to the broken ship besides. He's tied his long hair back with a bit of black ribbon, and -- of course -- he's shirtless as well. Because it's a waterlogged island full of waterlogged ruins, and there's no need to muck up his clothes or his armor any more than he has to.

He's carrying a significant pile of scrap past Gilgamesh, but he stops when the sun catches one of the lion statue's golden eyes. The glint makes his eyes widen, and he sets the scrap down, carefully, before straightening up again. ]

The carving. Do you find it a decent likeness?

reunion

[wardance]

Yo~. Since you survived, I hope you brought me back something cool. [ He's only here to pick up Sieglinde, but he supposes he has to kindly acknowledge everyone since she has come back safely while with them.

If Gilgamesh has a kingly reputation to uphold, Masamune has both one of being a dragon that is totally not a pet and another as a warlord that doesn't need to get involved in emotional things like this. He would probably be more emotional if he had been wrong about their survival.

But... yes, welcome back to dry land. ]

Sieglinde Sullivan | Open

[grunehexe]

⚝ 01; REPAIRS GALORE

[Since discovering the warship in its dry dock with Graham, Sieglinde has tried to explore every bit of the vessel that she can, sketching out a layout of the ship as she went. Well- as Graham went, and she rode alternatively in his arms or on his shoulders. It resulted in a pretty detailed schematics map, as she was used to this sort of fine line work in her own magic circles- and though Sieglinde cannot cut and lift metal to patch the hull or rewire machines she has never seen the likes of... she can work on removing some of the rust.

Well- on making an acid that will remove the rust. Near the ship she's got a fire going, and she's sat upon an old drum stirring a plate of what looks to be... salt? above the fire, minding it as her gaze moved between the ship itself and her schematics laid out on a nearby box. There are a few other "seats" around the flame for those who want to take a break from ship work, ("Tired?"), and if anyone comes by looking aimless she's likely to call out to them and try to assign them a duty ("You there, what skills have you?"). As it was,]

I am going to need a lot more salt...

⚝ 02; BON VOYAGE

[The last time Sieglinde had been aboard a ship, (the first time in her life she'd been aboard a ship), it had been the Golden Hind, tossed and spun about by the squall they'd all arrived in. This time, with the storm cleared...

She'd found her way to the deck, to the very tip of the ship's prow- at least, as close as she could safely get. The sun was setting over the sea, casting pink, purple, orange and red shadows over the clouds, reflecting the colors off the surface of the water. Ostensibly, she'd come here to get some bearings for them, a makeshift star chart spread out on her lap... but.

Instead, she's just staring wide-eyed out over the ocean.]

⚝ 03; REUNION TOUR

[When the messages started to come in, a week late, it seems, Sieglinde almost didn't read them. She'd meet them soon, surely, so... it didn't matter. Expect she did read them, and she's already furiously wiping near-tears from her eyes... and even if they crashed into the beach and that had sent her practically flying off the deck, it didn't matter. She could see people gathering below, native and ALASTAIR recruit alike, and her feet were useless and good for practically nothing but she still stumbled her way off the ship as fast as she could, struggling in the sand as she looked around for familiar faces.]

Masamune- ? Olivia- ! Riza? Ban?

[She keeps calling out names, not even sure when it was she came to know so many people that she cared about. When had she gone from being the little witch who never knew the outside world to- to this?]

03

[perma_banned]

[Ban picked the right spot to sit in, it seemed. He squinted blearily from his meager cover, looking to the shore as a ship struck land hard. He wasn't much of a sailor, but he was fairly sure that wasn't how one was meant to end an excursion. He watched as people left, leaning back in the shade. There was a soft pop as he turned the handle a music box rested on one of his knees. He set his hand back down as it began to play.

Music didn't come out. Instead, there was a young woman's voice. It was sporadic and she said a number of things over and over and over--Ban's name coming up several times in the midst of it all.

His head hung. His face had shaggy, somewhat thick hair growing to a beard. It had been weeks since he had a shave. His eyes set on Sieglinde as she appeared, since he heard his name in someone else's voice. As she approached, Ban reached over to his knee, shutting the music box. He stared at her, confused.]

Kid?

03.

[wardance]

[ 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.

3!

[riastraid]

[ The voice doesn't ring many familiar bells, but some of the names do. Which is good news, because tiny footsteps pattering along the sand are too soft for him to hear. How do people live with such uselessly bad senses, honestly.

And so Lancer turns just in time to notice the little girl running ('running') straight into him. Not fast enough to stop her from... bouncing off his leg, but he manages to pinch her by the collar before she can fall. ]

Ah, geez, sorry— [ it's his fault for not being OP enough to dodge away ] Don't think I'm who you're looking for.

Wildcard cooking shenanigans~

[dokyuu]

[Motochika wasn't used to getting cooking requests--well, demands, if he were perfectly honest. he was a lord, and a captain, and that usually put him at the top of the seniority list and thus immune to such things. But things were different here, and there really wasn't much chance he was ever going to say no to Sieglinde. He'd just grumble about it to Masamune, later.

So cooking crab it was. He'd had to dredge a few of the monsters out of deeper water with a net, but now that that was done, he just had to cook the things.

Which was why he was crouched there in front of an unlit fire, snapping his fingers at it, and probably looking like a lunatic in the process.]

Won't be long once I get this goin', I promise.

[But he didn't have any matches, so he was stuck waiting for his faulty fire talent to kick back in long enough to get it lit.]

JOKER

[selfimage]

( the night of may 11th, after this. )

[ there are some things that Loki is, and there are other things that Loki isn't. some of the things that encompass what Loki is are still foreign to him, like re-learning the steps of a dance that he had forgotten in a former life. so when Sieglinde calls for him, he's confused but suspicious. there's a part of him that tugs away from the possibility of affection, and another that says that he has nothing else.

she gives him vague directions, enough for him to start looking. his fingers twitch with the longing for sorcery, to weave a simple spell of tracking and then click his fingers and appear where ever she was without haste. instead he has to work for it (in the mortal body he's retained), hobble across the beach and jump through the rubble in search of her. with everything that's happened, he had a hard time retaining his elegance: his hair is messy and oily with soot and seawater, his clothing is stained, sleeves rolled up past his elbow, the black nail polish has chipped away, and there's a five o'clock shadow threatening to cover his chin. all and all, he's the least happy about his hygiene than anyone else could hope to be.

he closes an eye and lets out a long sigh when he finds her. ]

You know ... next time, you could make yourself easier to find. If this keeps up, I'm going to start counting my steps.

[ he just has to complain, ok. ]

Sakura Kinomoto l Cardcaptor Sakura

[keystaff]

Reunions:

[Sakura had no idea what was going on with the others, left to focus on things at Pu'ulai with some of the other recruits. But it's hard not to notice the ship approaching. as the crowd gathers, curious, wary and relieved as they realize who it is.

Sakura can't help the flood of relief as she scans the people coming off the ship for familiar faces she's been missing and worrying over, a hand clutched at her chest as Keroberos stands at her feet.]

E-everyone.....they're back? Is everyone okay?

[dishearten]

( it doesn't matter how easily he wearies these days. even heartless, the relief at seeing the shore and reuniting with the people that matter to him is enough to make even him feel a burst of happiness. feelings were best when they were instinct, even if he couldn't fully reach the feeling the actions were there.

seeing Sakura's small figure on the beach, waiting for it to unload, she's one of the first he greets. and greets exuberantly at that, scooping her up and spinning her around enough that her hair is a little fussed when he stops. )

Look at you. All in one piece.

( he smiles at her, and even if it's far-away, distant; it's clear he's happy to see her and proud that she managed so well that long on her own. and he's bound to ask about his brother, but he'll focus on Sakura for at least a moment before he does. )

[grunehexe]

[Sieglinde had never imagined there would be so many people important to her- not back when she'd lived in her village and that village had been her entire world. But there's so many people she wanted to see, to make sure they were alright, like-]

Sakura- ?!

[She changed course, stumbling over the sand to try and make it to the other girl.]

Dick Gumshoe | open!

[trenchdoting]

A. Repairs

[Gumshoe is one of the most diligent workers around, at least when it comes to any work that doesn't call for flexing intellectual muscles. Even without his metal detector here to help him, he still manages to find some metal, and will lift both it and those found by others to bring them onto the ship.

You can also find hard to work on scrubbing and cleaning. A small patch of his uniform has been torn off to act as a makeshift cloth as he tries to get the ship clean enough to sail! And he even whistles as he works.]

B. The Journey

[...Gumshoe promptly passes out during the actual journey. Guess he worked too hard? You can find him laying in a random corner, with his trenchcoat draped over him like an odd and smelly blanket.]

C. Reunions?!

[As the ship nears shore, Gumshoe has positioned himself at the very front of the deck, and he overlooks the approaching shore with a broad grin.]

Whooooop! We're coming back, pals! Miss us?! ...

...

...Hey, when does this thing sto-

[The ship comes to a sudden stop as it hits shore, and Gumshoe is sent flying right off the desk. Anyone wanna... catch him or anything?

Otherwise, he'll simply be found trudging along the beach and through town, looking around everywhere and trying to find people to catch up with!]

D. Wildcard

[Feel free to make up a scenario in any phase of the event, and/or feel free to contact me to plot threads out!]

Rick / open

[ricksybusiness]

REPAIRS.

i. [Inside the bridge, Rick is on his back, halfway inside a control panel and ripping out wires. There's a pile of various pieces of machinery next to him, along with a smaller pile of hand-rolled seaweed... cigarettes. Yes. That's what those are. Rick is sometimes muttering to himself, and also sometimes swearing loudly and banging around on the inside of the panel with the ferocity of a junkyard dog.]

ii. [Outside the ship, Rick can be found skulking around on the beach, his bandaged head making his hair stick out at even dumber angles than usual. He's scrutinizingly looking at the repair work on the hull, mouth twisting in disapproval, like, all the time.] Amateurs, [he mutters to himself, then turns around on slightly unsteady legs to go back up the gangplank.]

BON VOYAGE.

[Rick has basically muscled his way into the pilot's seat (figuratively; he's standing), aggressively shooing anyone else away with insults and violent gestures. And shouting. Lots of shouting. Rick is a drunk old man, but he's also psychotic when he wants to be, and probably not someone to be trifled with.

That said, he also probably... should not be behind the wheel. Or behind the touch screen, as the case may be. He's continuously smoking seaweed blunts and the bandage wrapped around his head is probably not very encouraging, either. Do you want a stoned and concussed crazy person driving this thing? Then get him to move.]

Bon voyage

[beyourrock]

[Dear stars, what on earth was Rick doing now? She could hear some hooting and hollering up front. A voice she certainly recognized. And when she follows it to the source, she scrambles towards him.

Of course, of course he would take up any sort of substance that would make him inebriated. To an extent at least. In this case, it was that blasted seaweed. Pearl marches right up to Rick, snatches up the back of his uniform coat, trying to yank him back and away from the controls.]

Mr. Doe! You're in no condition to be controling this ship!

[His motor skills impaired and well, that bandage around his head was also concerning as well.]

repairs, because grumpy inventors

[weirdologist]

[While Rick works on the underside of the control panel, Ford is over the other side of the console, leaning over it though. Though he hadn't been much of an inventor in his youth, traversing the multiverse meant that he needed to pick up a few things here and there (where do you think he got his 12 PhDs?). Ford hears something clatter against the floor and looks over his shoulder, taking note of the wires.

Taking the screwdriver out of his mouth, he returns his attention to his work, speaking frankly.]

I hope those weren't important.

Gintoki Sakata | closed

[naturallywavy]

REUNION:

<sub>[ Gintoki was a relatively good worker when it came to getting the ship up and running, but after the initial work was done and the storm had passed, he opted for lazily sleeping in a nice, tucked away spot on the ship. Frankly, he didn't feel too well, as it had been a good long while since he had been on a ship, and frankly his body wasn't taking too well to it. He's disturbed when the ship hits the dock and with a low, grumbling sound, he rises from his place of rest, climbing to his feet. He takes his time, staggering across the deck of the ship. His body was still damp, dirty, eyes looking duller than ever. His yukata was still charred, torn, and tattered and a greenish hue filled his cheeks.

Honestly, he hadn't had a break or time to really rest until now since this entire ordeal.

As he sets foot on shore, he looks a bit unstable, like he could fall over any second. ]</sub>

[sekimorinashi]

[ Sadaharu notices first. Perhaps the smell carries far enough on the wind to get to him, or perhaps it's simply that odd kind of sixth sense animals seem to have. Whichever it is, he barks and wags his tail furiously as he takes off down towards the beach. And not for the first time Tsukuyo finds herself shouting after him and following on his heel.

He stops on the beach, panting with his tongue out and tail swishing insistently back and forth as he stares out at the sea. Tsukuyo stops beside him and leans over on her knees to catch her breath for a few moments, before she frowns lightly at him. ]

What's it this time?

[ All she gets is another bark, and she sighs. Not that he could really give her anything else, but still.

Then she catches movement in the corner of her eyes, and she turns her head towards the sea just in time to see the ship hit shore, and then suddenly a hoard of Nalawi rush past her on the ready for battle. Anger and fear turns to surprise and confusion, turns to some sort of relief, if not even joy from some very few of the deer. They mostly seem capable of negative emotion, but she could swear she can tell a smile on a few faces.

So, the lost people did find their own way back. As she suspected might happen. She lets out a breath, a soft smile sneaking onto her lips, and she puts a hand on Sadaharu's shoulder before she slowly approaches the boat. If Sadaharu reacted that way then, surely, he's on it ...?

And sure enough, there he comes. Obviously exhausted, wobbly, seemingly only keeping by his feet by ... sheer will? Is that will? She doesn't know. It's something. Maybe just the idea of land.

Just like that, she finds herself rushing to close the rest of the distance between them. Sadaharu's ahead of her, though, and is already licking all over Gintoki's face. ]

olivia | ota

[winces]

( ota )

[ olivia is perhaps one of the last to arrive at the shores, despite her somewhat near-constant vigil by the waters this past week. a good look will show why — where her attire would normally bare her midriff, today it is wrapped almost entirely in old strips of nalawi cloth, the coloring of which only just barely manages to hide the slightly reddened pigmentation along the lower left of her torso; she walks tentatively, carefully, but her energy seems boundless the moment she realizes what her eyes are seeing.

should you happen to be someone she happens to know, she will greet you with a tear-streaked face, made red and puffy from sobs that she can't seem to stop. those she happens to be quite close with might marvel at her sudden departure from the usually reserved, meek demeanor she possess, when she throws that all away in favor of throwing herself at you, perhaps even sobbing uncontrollably into your chest.

or maybe you didn't happen to be a victim to this display at all, but rather an unfortunate witness to it, and have a few choice words about how a lady should properly act.

or maybe you just pity the poor girl.

it's — been a long week. ]

( closed to ban )

[ later, when she finally has the mind for it again, she will have extracted herself from the arms of those she probably, in her fits of passion, vowed to never let go again. she'll slink away to some place she thinks is private, safer, and gently pick at the new bandages koltira had insisted on bequeathing to her. she tried to take the minimum amount possible, and so it is only all too easy to see how considerably her wound has opened again, painting the cloths a bright, glaring red.

at her feet, saffron paces uncertainly, emitting a low, distressed trill. ]

[boneafide]

[ It's alright that she's a crying, gross mess. He missed her too! Although admittedly, he did not have the same level of concern, mostly because he was so confident that she and the others were alright, that he had no reason to be worried out of his mind. She, on the other hand, potentially thought he was dead. So he'll hug her to her heart's content, if that's what will make her happy. ]

Oh, Olivia, I don't have any tissues!!

[ He doesn't have anything for her to wipe her nose off on!! And neither does she, since she's usually practically naked, and also entirely pocketless. Much like himself. ]

Steven Universe | Open

[jamminshield]

[Around the time that the two groups are united, another figure finds himself back on the island. But this one is coming from a much further trip, as Steven returns from more than a month's full of adventures back home.

The boy's in his usual street clothes as he finds himself on the shore, and he looks very disoriented as he tries to piece his memories together. The last thing he remembers is being at the farm, listening to Peridot's farm and being punked by Garnet. He's worried that he's suddenly not at the farm, helping with the cluster, but then his memories of his time with ALISTAIR resurface. Could he actually be back on Nalawi...?

You can find Steven deep in thought as he trudges through the sand, his ukulele slung over his shoulder. He makes weighing motions with his hands as steps forward.]

Beach City... or Nalawi. Beach City, or Nalawi...

[beyourrock]

STEVEN!

[The call comes from down the beach, but in an instant, Steven is scooped up into lean arms, and embraced tightly. With a rush of white and peach pink, it's obvious who it is, nuzzling her face into his curly brown hair. A week away from Steven felt like an eternity. Nonstop worry for the Gem.

After a moment, she lowers him to the ground, kneeling in front of him. Sniffling, she pulls back, despite her glistening eyes.]

Are you hurt? Did anyone hurt you? How's your gem? Is it cracked?

closed to Hellboy

[adlantisag]

[ After his brief message, she'd felt a surge of energy, but it faded over the course of the hours it took the boat to sail back to Pu'ulai. She's had a week to think on that terrible video, and the inability of her teammates to sympathize with the plight of the Dakal has her increasingly frantic.

By the time they hit shore she's shaking, using her spear as a walking-stick as she hobbles the few steps down the beach. For pity's sake, she needs air and solid ground and to be reassured that she isn't a madwoman for keening at so many innocent deaths.

When she sees the red shape coming down past the tree line to meet her, she stops, leaned against her weapon, and flags him down with a wave. She hadn't realized until just this moment how badly she missed the scent of nuts. ]

[hellshaped]

[The giant ship crashing into the beach was not hard to miss. But it's carrying the other half of their team, and though Hellboy is looking for the sight of some people in particular -- Koltira, Pearl, Mabel... where is Mabel? -- he can't deny that his heart does an embarrassing lurch when he spots Kida, her silver hair gleaming in the sun. His hooves don't work well in sand, but he makes his way down the beach with as much haste as possible without also looking like a lumbering idiot.

Of course, Ninat shoots past him before he can make it all the way; she's not welcome in the city, so Hellboy has been having her stay in the forests where it's safer. A few days ago, he wouldn't have thought so -- the still-raw wounds from fighting cultists made him realize just how unsafe the jungles were here. But they've been dispersed, Hellboy's cuts and scratches have been bandaged, and the forests are once again safe for shark-cats to lurk about.

He catches up soon enough, beaming in that weird way his face does, but his mouth twitches in concern as he sees the way she's leaning and the bandages on her leg. Still, he wraps her up in a hug anyway.] Looks like you found some trouble, Tanebtop.

rin tohsaka | closed to sigma with the nice arms

[defenceless]

[when the ship hits (and literally hits it, crashing into it) land again, rin is grateful she can be done with all this technology. she's also thankful she's not dead and she'll be able to step foot on dry land.

unfortunately, the opinions of some recruits from her recent network post have only "fanned the flames" of her temper, so to speak.

rin swings her bare legs over the side of the ship, perched on the railing surrounding the deck because yes, she is going to jump off of this thing. she just needs someone to catch her. rin's rocking island style, with a skirt made entirely of long tropical leaves and reeds tying up her hair, all topped off by the long-sleeved black alastair undershirt.]

I can't believe—! The nerve of some people!

[12inches]

[ Alright that's about as out of place as a fish on a bicycle, but the sight of a weird techno ship bashing into shore shifts from invasion to reunion in a second flat once its passengers start peeking over the railing. And Sigma's one of the first to dash out to meet it with the enthusiasm of a dog that's snapped its leash. ]

[ First order of business, someone's about to jump ship. And she's so tousled up from roughing it, it takes him a second to recognize the girl from the library. ]

Rin!

[ Wading hurriedly into the shallows, he waves up at her and her... less than effective skirt... Er, what's she muttering about up there? Hardly matters, what does matter is that she looks poised to drop. ] There's no ladders up there or anything?