Allison Argent (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-08-08 11:19 am
theresalwayshope) wrote2014-08-08 11:19 am
007} i don't care if heaven won't take me back
[Public Video]
[When Allison's video feed comes on, she's visible in a corridor somewhere on the ship. It's necessary, okay? Because she may have ended up sleeping in a cabin that wasn't her own, and the owner of said cabin may have werewolf hearing, and may not be awake yet...
She's not talking about what did or did not happen, though nothing happened. She swears...she is, however, looking far better rested, and a little more like that relatively cheerful girl that first showed up on the Barge.]
So...I saw what the last port did to my friends. If you know me, check in with me when you get ashore. If there's trouble, I'll be there. I don't want to take any chances.
...but if this port's as nice as it looks? And I honestly hope it is...I'll be bringing hunting gear. Maybe there can be a cookout at some point.
[Private to Vergil - VIDEO]
Hi! I just want to let you know, I think I'm going ashore. Are you? If so, we should meet to leave together. I heard some nasty things about the last port, I don't want you alone until we're sure it's safe.
[Filter for Needy, Duke, and Tig]
Be safe, and check in ASAP if you're going ashore. After what I saw from the last port when I arrived, I don't trust what we're seeing. I'm not taking any chances. I'll be armed in case things get hairy.
[Pack Filter]
When we go ashore? I'm taking the lead. I do not intend to die, but after what I saw from the last port? Everyone is being careful.
I will knock out anyone that tries to beat me off the gangplank. After that, everyone better check in regularly. This is not a request.
...and if this place really is as benign as it looks? I'm going hunting. There will be a cookout. Bring anyone you want.
[PORT SPAM]
[Ultimately? The port is just that: tropical, lush, and just plain gorgeous.
...it's also a little much for someone just coming off the death toll.
Satisfied everything is safe by the middle of the first day, Allison puts her weapons to good use: she goes hunting, and brings in a nice haul of fresh game: creatures she's never really seen before, but still recognizable as rodents on par with rabbit, various water fowl, and even some fish. True to her word, she gets the word out and has a nice big campfire cookout the first night, and it's...well, it's amazing.
For the next few days, she goes exploring, with and without friends (inmate included among that number). She tries not to push herself...but she does anyway with far more climbing, swimming, and hiking than she can probably handle. The weather is beautiful, and on more than one occasion she breaks away by herself to enjoy bathing in one of the warm pools with its own waterfall and caves. It helps with the fatigue and soreness, and makes her feel more like herself again.
The last couple of days, Allison stumbles across one of the native villages. It's a little awkward at first, given that she's armed to the teeth, but the tiny, furry, chittering creatures stand down when she does, and are soon enchanted by her archery gear and high end weaponry.
She stays in touch with her friends, even invites some of them to join her in accepting the hospitality of the villagers. She wiles away her time in joining the natives on a hunt or two, playing with some of their young, and later letting them test her skill by trying to find impossible targets for her to hit in the trees. Eventually, several of them gift her with her own set of weapons: namely, a little native-sized spear, a wooden bow, and a quiver of handmade arrows, gifts she accepts as respectfully as possible...gifts that will promptly be displayed in her room to remember the trip once she gets back to the ship.
Physically, she's a wreck by the end of it...but knowing she's meant to die, and soon, she's never been so happy to be so exhausted.]
[When Allison's video feed comes on, she's visible in a corridor somewhere on the ship. It's necessary, okay? Because she may have ended up sleeping in a cabin that wasn't her own, and the owner of said cabin may have werewolf hearing, and may not be awake yet...
She's not talking about what did or did not happen, though nothing happened. She swears...she is, however, looking far better rested, and a little more like that relatively cheerful girl that first showed up on the Barge.]
So...I saw what the last port did to my friends. If you know me, check in with me when you get ashore. If there's trouble, I'll be there. I don't want to take any chances.
...but if this port's as nice as it looks? And I honestly hope it is...I'll be bringing hunting gear. Maybe there can be a cookout at some point.
[Private to Vergil - VIDEO]
Hi! I just want to let you know, I think I'm going ashore. Are you? If so, we should meet to leave together. I heard some nasty things about the last port, I don't want you alone until we're sure it's safe.
[Filter for Needy, Duke, and Tig]
Be safe, and check in ASAP if you're going ashore. After what I saw from the last port when I arrived, I don't trust what we're seeing. I'm not taking any chances. I'll be armed in case things get hairy.
[Pack Filter]
When we go ashore? I'm taking the lead. I do not intend to die, but after what I saw from the last port? Everyone is being careful.
I will knock out anyone that tries to beat me off the gangplank. After that, everyone better check in regularly. This is not a request.
...and if this place really is as benign as it looks? I'm going hunting. There will be a cookout. Bring anyone you want.
[PORT SPAM]
[Ultimately? The port is just that: tropical, lush, and just plain gorgeous.
...it's also a little much for someone just coming off the death toll.
Satisfied everything is safe by the middle of the first day, Allison puts her weapons to good use: she goes hunting, and brings in a nice haul of fresh game: creatures she's never really seen before, but still recognizable as rodents on par with rabbit, various water fowl, and even some fish. True to her word, she gets the word out and has a nice big campfire cookout the first night, and it's...well, it's amazing.
For the next few days, she goes exploring, with and without friends (inmate included among that number). She tries not to push herself...but she does anyway with far more climbing, swimming, and hiking than she can probably handle. The weather is beautiful, and on more than one occasion she breaks away by herself to enjoy bathing in one of the warm pools with its own waterfall and caves. It helps with the fatigue and soreness, and makes her feel more like herself again.
The last couple of days, Allison stumbles across one of the native villages. It's a little awkward at first, given that she's armed to the teeth, but the tiny, furry, chittering creatures stand down when she does, and are soon enchanted by her archery gear and high end weaponry.
She stays in touch with her friends, even invites some of them to join her in accepting the hospitality of the villagers. She wiles away her time in joining the natives on a hunt or two, playing with some of their young, and later letting them test her skill by trying to find impossible targets for her to hit in the trees. Eventually, several of them gift her with her own set of weapons: namely, a little native-sized spear, a wooden bow, and a quiver of handmade arrows, gifts she accepts as respectfully as possible...gifts that will promptly be displayed in her room to remember the trip once she gets back to the ship.
Physically, she's a wreck by the end of it...but knowing she's meant to die, and soon, she's never been so happy to be so exhausted.]
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...though I think we could have some fun on this trip. Just...you and me.
Alone.
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