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THE SQUAD DOES AN INTRO: GROUP MEET UP
OOC POST
The Green's binding spell finally works out its kinks and the entire group is teleported into the same area in the center of the city, near the statues of the Tin Man, Cowardly Lion, and Scarecrow.

Everyone in the group feels a tingling sensation as the magic sets in place and binds them. Anyone that tries to leave will now find themselves being teleported back if they wander too far. The group will have to try to stay together when it moves now.

They have a little bit of time to figure things out.

OOC INFO
✦ Post in actionspam format. Plots and mod-run events in the game are meant to be in actionspam format to keep a brisk pace.

✦ Free-for-all Post. This event will be in "free-for-all" format, meaning that threadhopping is encouraged and that threading should be treated in the same conversational way as network posts.

✦ By now, the language magic should be fully in place. By now, everyone should have magically learned Sylvaen so that everyone can speak it fluently and understand each other.

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So. I don't suppose you know anything about living in the woods?

[ It's light. Conversational. Simmons is just kind of getting the lay of the team's situation here by asking people completely casual questions that are not in any way an indication that he's pretty worried. No sir. ]

Cause I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty used to having a supply chain around.

...Or part of one that's being screwed up by an idiot.

[ He sighs and shakes his head. ]

Anyway.

[ Cassie raises a hand in loose-fingered wave, grimacing a little. ]

I've got some basic wilderness survival skills, but I'm not sure on their long-term viability. A lot of my training worked off of the assumption that someone was going to be all but punching down trees to find me.

[ Simmons nods in agreement. ]

Yeah, we all had some training, but-

[ Something about that didn't parse. ]

...You didn't mean literally punching down trees, right?

[ He just has to make sure, it's just such a striking image even preceded by an "all but". ]

[ Even in this situation, Cassie can't help but grin. ]

Depends on whether or not she thinks I might be about to die.

[ She shrugs. ] That sort of thing isn't impossible where I'm from. I'd demonstrate, but I got knocked back to normal human levels.

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[ Ah. Okay. ]

Your mom sounds intense.

[ Because of course that's the natural assumption to make here. This is a kid. ]

...Well, you're not wrong, but my mom is an ordinary human archeologist. I was mostly referring to Diana. She's sort of my mentor-slash-big sister. She and Donna might knock down trees to get to me. Artemis would definitely use an axe.

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I'd say I hope we can get you back to them before they panic, but I have a feeling this is going to take a long time.

Hero stuff usually does.

Ehh, depends on if time is passing at the same rate here as it is there. Once magic stuff gets involved, it gets kind of...wobbly.

We had to camp here and there during the Mad King's War.

[ Yes, the child is talking about his 'Nam, apparently? ]

It's not that bad.

Okay. Good. Cause I'm a little more "shitty box canyons in the middle of nowhere" than I am "forest".

What were you doing in a war?

[ Because child. ]

I got caught stowing away on the ship the Greil Mercenaries were taking to Begnion. Commander Ike told the captain he'd take responsibility for me.

[ Because evidently, kids running around with mercenaries is much less concerning than kids stowing away alone on long ocean voyages. ]

Thaaaat's not Earth, is it?

[ Just to get that out of the way. He's meeting a lot of not-from-Earth types. ]

You, uh, probably shouldn't stow away on ships, you know.

[ Helpful, Simmons. Helpful. ]

Well, it wasn't like I could afford to pay for it.

Where were your parents in this?

[ Child. Child. ]

I don't have any.

[ Deadpan. check ur living family privilege ]

Oh!

[ Fuck. ]

...Sorry.

[ Shit. ]

[ He shrugs. ]

Hard to be sad about people you don't remember.

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[Sariatu just looks at him.

For a long, long time, she stares at the man who has interrupted her silence, her sharpening stone paused halfway down the blade of her sword, before she completes the long sharpening stroke with dramatic slowness, the sword blade scraping as she continues to give him the look one gives to a person who's just asked a monkey whether they know anything about living in the woods.

At the end of the stroke she finally speaks.]

Yes.

[She resumes sharpening her sword.]

...You don't talk much, do you?

[ Says the one who is obviously smart, observant, and good at using the information he's garnered. ]

Maybe about as much as you think.

[Is it mean? Yes. Is she mean? Yes.]

Hey! I think about lots of stuff!

[ "Smart" is one of the few things Simmons likes to hope he has going for him, it's a sensitive spot. ]

[Sariatu hasn't got the energy to be any meaner than she has been, and the inarticulate defense piques something in her sympathy unexpectedly.

This strange metal creature sounds a lot like a regular foolish mortal, young and defensive, and . . . and probably an easy distraction.

She asks without nastiness.]

Like what?

Well, I mean, um...

[ He feels put on the spot. ]

Right now? That we're lost. And I don't know what anybody's planning on doing for food and places to sleep. This is going to suck.

[Shoot. Those are valid concerns. Sariatu doesn't want to have to care that she's hungry, but like it or not, she is alive, and if all she's living for is to see what happens next . . . well, what happens next is likely everyone getting cold and hungry.

She heaves a long-suffering sigh and gets up.]

Come on. I'll help you forage.

...Okay.

[ Weird? Oh yes, he's going to be following a talking monkey around. But *productive*? Maybe.

It's better than his current track record. ]