wilderlogs | We are the people that you'll never get the best of (Open)

Who: Anita, and all comers
What: Arriving, exploring, catching up and preparing for what looks like is gonna be a long roadtrip.
Where: Camp 1: Melai Temple
When: About a day and a half after the original crew encamps, until departure.
Warnings/Notes: Violence against animals/animal death. Nothing else I can think of at this point, if it changes I'll edit this. While everything up here's been written in prose, I'll switch to bracket/action spam too.

Cut to now, holy wow (Anita + Kon)

Anita's followed the subtle, barely unconscious pull through the forest until she can hear the sound of music without straining, all the time doing her best to be careful of her footing and the path she takes. There's something unearthly about being here, beyond normal mortal moments. Closer to when she would perform rituals with her grandmere and others, before Anita's grandmother died.

Soon enough though, the sight of a large and ornate building peeks through the trees, and she sighs in relief.

And once she hits a clearing near what seems to be an entrance, she comes into view of a familiar looking person who looks older than she last saw them, only a few hours ago. "Kon?"

Can somebody come and take this off my chest? (Open)
Going out past the immediate temple grounds to forage seemed like a good idea, at the time.

It's in the middle of said foraging (after successfully having found a variety of root vegetables that she's reasonably certain are good for eating) that she hears the gruntling and squealing coming from the trees behind her, and she freezes, slowly turning around.

Wild boar.

Several of them.

Anita has just enough time to pull one of her blades out and dive to the right as an immense boar comes down on where she was a few seconds ago, the only sign that it was that close the flash of steel and splatter of hot blood, with angry squealing.

While she might not want to kill all of them, and would certainly prefer not to, if it comes down to herself versus thinning down the local population, it isn't that much of a hard choice if she can't stave enough of them off or get away.

Some help could come in handy right about now.

If your shit is not together it'll never be (Open)

In the downtime at night, once it's become slightly too cold, and fires have been started up to stave off the bite of the chill, Anita can be caught staring into the fire, thinking, or finishing up tying up a braid done from her hair, now whiptight and temporarily tamed.

And, if your hair is long enough for the same treatment: "Want me to do yours, too?"

Plant the seed open up and let it be (Open)

Anita scavenges from the remaining supplies a bag of her own from an old sack, and is able to fashion a strap for it to make for easier carrying. Flint, a small set of needles embedded in a pincushion along with thread, and a whetstone all soon find their way into the bag.

There are good odds on finding her examining the remaining cloaks and blankets, trying to sort out the ones with less holes and still with a chance of being able to hold out the weather compared to the rest.

That is all the time you got to make your point (Open)

None of these fit? Feel free to go with something of your own.

Threaded | Flat

Daryl shook his head at the offer. His was shoulder length and getting longer every day, but he didn't feel like pulling it back at all. He liked letting it just go. It was a change from back Before, when his Daddy and brother, their friend, they'd call any man with hair longer than an inch a girl and question his supposed owning of balls. Got to be to the point that he'd never let it grow out before. Now he could. And did.

"Thanks," he added to the head shake. The offer was new and not made out of malice, so no sense not being kind back. Then, just a little quieter, a little softer and unsure, almost shy: "I uh... had some friends with hair like yours. Ain't had much practice with it, but I know how ta braid somethin' that'll stay for a few days if'n ya need it."

A large man clad primarily in a grey chiton (basically a space toga), is also scavenging for basic supplies. He pauses, looking at her, and something like shock enters into his expression for a moment, then he bends down to grabbing a few more useful bits and bobs to himself. He seems somewhere between reticent and worried about acknowledging her further.

Monika was by the fire too, and she was eternally grateful that they had been started.

"Oh, sure! I haven't had it braided in a long time."

More like never.

Additionally, her hair was also very long.

[When Anita finds Kon he's hauling firewood. Even without superstrength he's able to carry huge stacks of it loaded on each shoulder.]

[When she calls his name, he looks surprised at first, and then a wide smile spreads across his face.]

'Nita! 'Eeeey!

[He drops the cords of wood messily and runs - not flies - over to her, pulling her into a massive hug that lifts her right off the ground.]

I feel like I haven't seen you in forever, but I'm kinda not surprised you're here.

[He puts her down again.]

This one's a weird one. I'm half-convinced Cissie's going to get teleported here by Cass having a happy thought.

[That was a good dodge, good form, and Sariatu is in the right position to drop on top of the boar. Good meat on those. Too bad about the numbers against them.

Still the angry boar is likely to turn on the girl who wounded it, so Sariatu does drop from the trees, screaming, activating her sword's power to stab the boar. Its retaliatory swipe with its tusks would have gored her if her invisible armor were not on, but as it is, all it does is throw her over to Anita's side.]

He'll come back, get ready!

Tim just. Looks at her.

"No, I'm good." He counts to sixty in his head and surreptitiously rakes a hand through his shaggy hair, dislodging a few small leaf fragments.

Please? Every time I try to put it up, it falls out all lopsided.

[Wearing her hair androgynously short for most of her life has left Cassie with minimal styling skills, especially when denied access to elastic bands.]

[Cassie scoots over to where Anita's sitting without waiting for confirmation. Anita did offer, after all.]

If your shit is not together it'll never be

Plant the seed open up and let it be (Open)

Braid me up inside

Cut to now, holy wow

Can somebody come and take this off my chest?

If your shit is not together it'll never be

If your shit is not together it'll never be