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GAME OPEN
The storm ends at some point during the night and with it comes a restful, almost enforced sleep. There's still a chill in the air when the morning comes, but it's being chased away by the warm spring sun. There's even birds singing, of all things, as if the view outside the cave wasn't quite idyllic enough. Almost too idyllic, some might say, but being paranoid never got anyone anywhere, right?
Immediately outside the cave is a broad valley. Not as green as it could be, much of the grass is brown, but there's a few tufts of proper, lush vegetation poking through. Immediately outside of the cave is a large stone head, almost Olmec-like in design, with an oddly contented smile. A sign leaning up against it declares that it's 'open for business'. Nearby, tossed carelessly onto the ground, are a few tools. Shovels, axes, saws, and the like. Rusty and dinged up, but serviceable.
Off a ways is a large forest. Opposite of it is a river, and the grass is definitely greener on the other side. And, a few dozen feet outside of the cave, are the Blank Men. Tall, pure white, smooth, and the instant the new residents lay eyes on them, they know what they're for. How they know, no one can say. They just do. Whether that makes them trustworthy, that's up in the air.
Far off in the distance, there's a massive lake that the water runs off into.
The sky's blue, the air is clean, and there's a whole year before Winter comes. The world is theirs to make of it as they will. How will they start?
Immediately outside the cave is a broad valley. Not as green as it could be, much of the grass is brown, but there's a few tufts of proper, lush vegetation poking through. Immediately outside of the cave is a large stone head, almost Olmec-like in design, with an oddly contented smile. A sign leaning up against it declares that it's 'open for business'. Nearby, tossed carelessly onto the ground, are a few tools. Shovels, axes, saws, and the like. Rusty and dinged up, but serviceable.
Off a ways is a large forest. Opposite of it is a river, and the grass is definitely greener on the other side. And, a few dozen feet outside of the cave, are the Blank Men. Tall, pure white, smooth, and the instant the new residents lay eyes on them, they know what they're for. How they know, no one can say. They just do. Whether that makes them trustworthy, that's up in the air.
Far off in the distance, there's a massive lake that the water runs off into.
The sky's blue, the air is clean, and there's a whole year before Winter comes. The world is theirs to make of it as they will. How will they start?
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He doesn't want to get too distracted before they get to work though, so he busies himself with eating rather than offer further commentary.
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"Sounds cool," he says to Larkin about the movies. He tries not to think about the decapitation bit. Too real right now. "I like watching kung fu stuff, you know, like with Bruce Lee." Can't beat the master.
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This isn't her best breakfast, she thinks, but that doesn't matter too much as she wolfs it down. The dirty implements go into the pot. "I'll wash these in the river, then get started on work. Take your time." She means it, it's not sarcasm. Some of them don't look quite used to this kind of food.
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He's eaten similar food to this, but not quite the same. The cabbage is a comforting familiarity, at least.
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He hasn't had to build his own shelter in a while, but he remembers how. He'd built on his own for at least three decades, before he'd joined the Guard. He'd just been a poacher, back then, living off what he caught and keeping ahead of the local police.
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While she has axes and such, they're more meant for combat and don't share the same edge geometry as the tools available here. Using them on trees would ruin them. So, for now, they'd be relying on Larkin's experience as a woodsman.
She sets off for the river. This wouldn't take long, at least, and then she'd be able to help the others with the temporary shelter.
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(Look where it got him.)
"Thanks for breakfast," he says to Tenten with a shaky smile.
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"What about them?" he says, gesturing to the spooky blank guys. "They're freaking me out for sure."
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Scrubby scrubby scrubby.
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A few sturdy blows and it falls, leaving him to chop it into pieces.
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Perhaps he should make two collections of branches, 'building material' and 'fuel'...