October Intro: Aftermath Mingle

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Who: All!
What: Now that you've all committed monkey genocide, it's time to clean up and go home.
When: Evening of the intro log- and onwards!
Where: The Monkey Compound, Islets, etc.
Warnings: Mark as you go!


Congratulations on effectively reversing the tables, adventurers. As the hunted become the hunters, the remaining simians begin to retreat into the jungle, disappearing from sight as the drumming dies down, before extinguishing entirely.

It appears that you have won.

Now it's time to clean up.

Those still in the Monkey Compound may wish to begin scavenging what they can, from multiple coconut guns to rudimentary spears. There's a flock of Bludroc happy to be herded to a new home, several stashes of fresh fruit to be found... and a rather large iron pot, for the particularly bold.

Others may be more concerned with returning to the islets and securing the personal belongings that were left behind. There are new people to settle in, as well; and undoubtedly, a few injuries yet to be healed.

Reunite, rejoice, recover. And perhaps, should you see the Storyteller about- ask a few questions.

Comments

Max | OTA

[escampist]

( a - islets )
[Everyone having a nice day? Calming down from all the monkey business, settling in? Because right over here is someone who is... not really a ray of sunshine.

Because this sucks. Camp sucked, yeah, but you know what, at least it was a kind of suckiness he'd gotten used to. And for fuck's sake, there he at least had Neil and Nikki to have his back. So maybe he feels a little bit lost.

Maybe.

You can't prove a goddamned thing.

In any case, he's sitting on the ground. His resting expression right now a pissed off glare. And he's idly using a stick to draw in the dirt? What's he drawing? One drawing seems to be some sketchy looking platypus. And the other... Hm. It looks like... uh... whatever the hell this is supposed to be? It sure is a... shape.]

( b - islets )
[Some people probably scavenged food themselves. Others might have asked others for help. Those people are what Max calls suckers. You know what's way easier?

Finding the food supplies of other people and taking what you need from there.

Either you're catching him in the act, stuffing a piece of fruit recently taken from the compound into his knapsack, or maybe you're seeing him juuuust afterwards, very deliberately keeping his knapsack out of sight as you're watching him. Or definitely not keeping anything stuffed into his hoodie's pockets.]

What? The hell are you looking at?

( c - wildcard )
[or hit me up with whatever my dude it's all cool]

a.

[postictal]

[Grumpy kids are nothing new. Tim has had plenty of experience with grumpy kids. Ones wielding knives, no less. So the kid sketching in the ground draws his eye based on the simple fact that he honestly doesn't recognize him, and Tim has to suppress a sigh. Yet more kids for an island already chock-full of them. Great. Because this place is so fucking child friendly as it is.]

[He squints at the scribbles in the dirt. He's not as bad off as he was, and he's at least put the axe away, but there might be something unsettling in just how bedraggled and soot-stained he is.]

...what's that?

[escampist]

A guy who needs lessons in minding his own business and probably personal hygiene.

[A deadpan look up at Tim.]

Oh, you meant the drawing.

[postictal]

[Takes more than a bit of elementary snark to get under his skin, but that's something he learned to shrug off a long, long damn time ago. When you look the way he does, when you act the way he does, when you have fits and shakes and swallow pills in the boys' room, people talk.]

[And you get used to it.]

[The look Max gets in turn is equally deadpan.]

Yeah, kid. The drawing.

[escampist]

[He rolls his eyes, jabbing the drawing a bit with the stick.]

Beats me, some fucked up thing I saw before I made it out here. Probably gonna see that in my nightmares.

[postictal]

["Some fucked up thing" does not exactly cover it, Max. But Tim keeps watching the drawing intently, his brow puckered in a frown.]

You know where it was? Like, in terms of where on the island?

[escampist]

Yeah, I literally just got here today? There's a reason I'm not drawing a map here. I don't know, it was like a jungle or something.

[Hey, he still answered. For Max that's almost generous.]

[postictal]

[Fine, all right, that's plenty fair. Tim's still gonna lift his eyebrows, though, shooting Max an appraising once-over.]

Made it out all right, though?

b; (he has his mask on!)

[thejaw]

[Brian's already beginning to think it was a mistake settling in so close to other people, and this certainly isn't changing his mind. He raises a hand to point at Max's overstuffed pockets and sighs rather loudly from under his mask, positive that some of the fruit he picked up from the compound is in there.]

[escampist]

Oh, yeah, because that's what I need. Judgement from some asshole wearing his discount Halloween mask.

[Mask or not, Max is doing his best to make very angry eye contact as he just takes a piece of fruit out of his pocket, tossing it up and catching it.

Daring him to make this a thing.]

[thejaw]

[He's just a kid- a bratty, rude kid- so Brian feels comfortable enough to tug his (perfectly fine!!!) mask up and shoot Max an unimpressed frown. It only takes a handful of seconds before he realises that a stare down with this kid isn't gonna get him anywhere.

Maybe if he's just more direct?? Brian holds out his hand, and makes a 'gimme' motion with it. C'mon. Hand it over.]

[escampist]

[Oh. No.

Nooooo, no, we're not doing this.]

Yeah, the silence is really helping to make this less creepy. Give me one good reason I should give you shit.

[And yeah, the fact that it doesn't belong to Max? Is not gonna be enough.]

[thejaw]

[Brian bristles at that, and huffs out yet another loud, aggravated sigh. It's really all he has to express his annoyance, at this point.

He kneels down, and using one hand to draw in the dirt, writes a barely legible:]

can't talk. food = mine.

[That second part, he thinks, should really be reason enough.]

B

[souris_keteer]

[Mickey was heading home, (if you can call a dilapidated shack with a giant hole in the roof home) glad to finally get some rest, and... okay that is definitely some kid going through what little food he has. At least he hasn't touched the Pluto and Minnie plushes tucked in the corner.

He clicks his tongue. As a muskteer, it's his job to fight bad guys... but... this is a kid, probably a newcomer to the island, and today has probably made everyone afraid and exhausted. So he just crosses his arms.]

... You could've just asked.

[escampist]

[Max hasn't even looked up yet, just kneeling by his knapsack and closing it up.]

See, asking would imply I give a shit if anyone cares I'm doing this. So why don't you just--

[And then he stands up. And looks at who's talking to him.

And... stares.

...What.





What????]

[souris_keteer]

[Welp, guess there's a good side to looking like this. As tired as Mickey is, he had enough stamina for one move left - and hopefully it'll teach the kid a lesson. He calmly walks up.]

I think you should care, buddy, because while I don't mind sharing...

[He then grabs the sword on his belt, shoves it forward under the knapsack, and flip - the knapsack lands in Mickey's hand.]

... Others aren't as nice as I am.

[escampist]

[That sure just, uh



happened.]

...Uh-huh.

[He should get that knapsack back. He absolutely should. But right now he's more concerned about other things.]

Am I having some sort of mental breakdown. Is that what this is?

[souris_keteer]

[Mickey calmly opens the knapsack and takes one of his fruit - that Max just tried to steal - to eat. Chomp.]

Mmm, that tastes extra good after a day like today. Want half?

[escampist]

...Yeah. Sure.

[He's definitely snapped. Oh yes. Definitely.]

sort of a b/c- hey Max herd u and Tim were talkin shit

[achievementhunter]

[They're absolutely not judging him, but at the same time, he could at least try to be more subtle about it. There's one, particular shack on islet three- furthest from any other house and on a thin, triangular section of land, all by it's lonesome. Golden flowers have been placed in the soil out front, rectangular areas of upturned dirt proving that the act was deliberate.]

I'd suggest choosing another house to ransack, if you don't mind. I'd hate to have to draw a knife on you for real.

[Hey Max, how's things? They're dressed slightly differently than before, a woolen sweater rather than the long-sleeved shirt he'd dreamed them being adorned in- but then, that garment is hanging over their arm, still dripping.

That said, it's not like he won't recognize them.]

continues to talk shit to your face

[escampist]

[To Max's credit, he does actually stop. Whether that's out of a sense of self preservation or something else is tough to say, but he does stop.

Of course it's their place he'd end up at. Of course.]

Oh please, you wouldn't hate it. Pretty sure you couldn't wait to do it last time, Stabby.

Figures I'd run into you again.

wow Max just because you're full of shit

[achievementhunter]

[Oh, he's just as charming as they remember. Wonderful.

Seems even carnivorous monkeys couldn't destroy that much.]

Figures. It's almost as if there aren't too many people to run into, on this island, Stick boy. Were your amazing spears more effective against six foot tall monkeys?

said the pot to the kettle

[escampist]

I wouldn't know, I kinda missed out on all the monkey bullshit. [He could've said monkey business. He also could've slammed his head into a wall, though, so.] I was dealing with my own personal brand of bullshit.

Wonder how well your knives would've worked on the giant fucking mass of death that chased me.

excuse you that is rotten banana and eldritch goop.

[achievementhunter]

[They've heard monkey business so many times that honestly, this variation is refreshing. They snort, slouching against the wall of their temporary home in a seemingly nonchalant manner.]

Who knows? They certainly worked well enough against the monkeys.

I take it you're unarmed again.

that's not BETTER

[escampist]

Technically I wasn't unarmed before, I was just very shittily armed.

[He huffs a little, shrugs, and takes out the switchblade he arrived with.]

So I'm one step up from that.