Ruins Mingle Log!

[ohnehalfte]

Who: Newt Geiszler ohnehalfte and EVERYONE
What: So a bunch of people headed up towards the ruins, so they've got to all run into each other and start to congregate, right???
When: Evening of the mingle log and onwardish.
Where: The Ruins
Warnings: Um...same as the mingle log?



The beach curves up a gentle slope until it meets forest, some manner of building visible through the trees. Further exploration of this area will reveal a dilapidated building of sorts; the architecture is indiscernible to even the most skilled eye. Despite looking as if it has seen better days, there are areas that offer some form of shelter...and who knows what else. Just because it appears uninhabited doesn’t mean you won’t wind up pleasantly, or unpleasantly, surprised.


[ooc: Hey y'all! I thought this might be a good place to start getting larger groups of characters together to do some exploring, settling down, banding together and figuring out rations, etc. Feel free to throw up any threads of your own for specific things like exploration groups, a gathering in the entrance hall, whatever strikes your fancy or that you think your character would organize. Have a party!

Edit: Additionally, there is now an OOC Post for those that want to handwave their character signing up for ruin exploration]

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[ichininyaanshi]

[Together, the sextuplets stick out like six sore thumbs, but separately they're almost painfully average. It says something that Ichimatsu has actually been looking for his brothers for the better part of an hour. He did intentionally ditch Osomatsu earlier, of course... but he hadn't expected it to be so difficult to find him again. Looks like he'll have to be more careful.]

[But Ichimatsu found him, and that's the important part. His gait is as slow as ever as he shuffles over, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets, mask drawn over his face.]

There you are, Osomatsu-niisan.

[Lightly scolding. Clearly, the eldest was the one who got lost.]

[relieable]

[nn? Osomatsu whirls around at the sound of Ichimatsu's voice. wh-what? why is he being scolded?]

O-Oi? Whaddayou mean "There you are?" I've been looking for you this whole time! I made a tent, and cooked rice! It was all for you guys! [he didn't do everything himself, but it was hard anyway]

[ichininyaanshi]

[Ichimatsu immediately recoils, shocked -- and not because he's getting yelled at. Even the starving pangs in his stomach that start up at the mention of food can't stop him from balking in horror.]

You're kidding me... Osomatsu-niisan did? But that's so responsible...

[Scary???]

[relieable]

[WOW]

Um, yeah! I'm totally responsible! [???????] You should be praising me!

1/2

[ichininyaanshi]

[He wasn't expecting that at all from the guy they abandoned... and he won't admit it, but he's a little bit proud of Osomatsu. Stepping up as the eldest? That does deserve some genuine praise.]

Ah, sorry, sorry... you did work hard, huh? Thanks, Niisan.

[ichininyaanshi]

[But also, Ichimatsu hasn't eaten proper since that cursed couple pulled him off the streets a couple days ago. He's struggling here, man. A thread of desperation quickly roots into his voice and expression.]

Where is it.

[relieable]

[yay! praise! Osomatsu's chest puffs out proudly, at least until Ichimatsu asks the question]

...Where's what?

[ichininyaanshi]

[Don't mind your little brother Oso, he's going to slowly advance and attempt to grab your collar. Gently.]

[Did we mention that what he has eaten recently is a giant mound of sugar?]

The food.

[relieable]

[Ichimatsu's got a hold of him now! and Osomatsu looks a little lost. but only for a moment]

Oh! W-well, there might be some left. [he turned to look towards where he'd been staying, where he and that guy had cooked the rice in the coconut] Ah, it's over there. But I don't think it's hot anymore.

[ichininyaanshi]

[Welp that's all he needed to hear. Ichimatsu releases his brother's hoodie and stumbles over in the direction indicated like a bat out of hell. Once he finds the location, he drops to his knees immediately and begins scrounging, palms flying over the ground around the tiny campsite. Like hell he cares if it's cold. The streets were one thing, but if he's gonna be here with his brothers, there's no way he'd just lie down and starve to death...]

[Ah, there it is. Ichimatsu tugs his mask down, snatches up the coconut, and starts shoveling down cold, sticky mounds of rice with his hands.]

[Itadakimatsu.]

[relieable]

[wow... okay then. Osomatsu watches for a moment, half-amused, and half-embarrassed. that was... pretty intense. but at least Ichimatsu got something to eat? that's probably the most lively Osomatsu's ever seen of him.

he finally looks away because he can't bear to watch his little brother eat like a ravenous animal, even though he would probably be the same were it the other way around. anyway, going to wait for that other embarrassment to show up]

1/2

[50shadesofburaza]

[Did somebody say, that other embarrassment?]

[50shadesofburaza]

[He's had a bit of a day, so fair. His usually beautiful hair is a mess of windswept, salted black- and it's really not his fault at all that he looks so disgruntled.

Without a word, he walks past Osomatsu, and dumps half a packet of dried fruit down next to the youngest. Grow up strong, small flower....]

This place sucks. Totty better have made some good yen for this.

[ichininyaanshi]

[Ah, that other embarrassment. Ichimatsu would have spared a greeting snarl in his direction, but any criticisms towards Karamatsu are snuffed the moment the dried fruit appears in his vision. He grunts out a sound that might be equivalent to gratitude and tears it open, dumping it into the remains of the rice.]

[Embarrassing. He might be saved from death, but his pride will definitely die after this. Was he really that hungry?]

Doubt it.

[And back to his meal he goes.]

[relieable]

[there he is! Osomatsu's glad to see his twin alive and well, and bearing food! he will spare Karamatsu any rude comments for the time being. he meanders over to the dried fruit to grab some]

If Totty's really behind this, we gotta find a way home an' kick his ass. [he's a good brother]

[50shadesofburaza]

That's too gentle... [Too good a brother.] Heh. What we need is a magic spell, then he can switch places with us... maybe even some kind of witch that grants wishes.

[Wrong game, Shittymatsu.]

[ichininyaanshi]

[Ichimatsu narrowly holds himself back from hissing as Osomatsu takes some of the fruit. Right, fine... he should slow down a bit or else he'll puke it all back up. Setting the coconut down, Ichimatsu crosses his arms and hunches over, a dark look crawling over his face.]

[Dunno what the fuck Shittymatsu is talking about. His solution is simple.]

I'll kill him.

[relieable]

[who said it was all Ichimatsu's fruit? Osomatsu shared his rice, so Ichimatsu's going to share the fruit]

Well, we can't kill him until we get outta this place. [he looks around, at everyone else in the ruins] Though... I dunno if Totty's behind this. Unless he knew all these other people, too.

[50shadesofburaza]

[He's had a small amount of that fruity goodness... and just a few, short hours ago, a heaping plate of leftover oden from Chibita's cart. As cramped and stifling and lonely as that tiny apartment was, he almost wishes he was back there.

Almost. For all it's negatives, there is ...two positives]

The pirates could've bought other people... maybe Totty had some help?

[As unlikely as it is, that's Karamatsu's story, and he's sticking to it.]

[ichininyaanshi]

[With a bit of food in his stomach, some of the soft desperation straining beneath Ichimatsu's eyes seems to have smoothed away. He pulls up his knees and rests his arms across them in his familiar pose.]

[Working alone, with accomplices, Ichimatsu is going to kill Totty either way. Though he admits that Osomatsu has a good point. He has a hard time imagining Todomatsu lowering himself to socializing with the likes of that banchō creep or the wizard.]

[At the moment, though, it's a bit moot. They should probably focus on more immediate problems -- like their pool of supplies.]

... hey. Let's see what we've got between us.

[relieable]

[oh, yes! that was probably a good idea. maybe they could fashion something to help them get home!

Osomatsu gets down on his knees and tugs over his knapsack]

Let's see! I've got about a half a sack of rice left, this hatchet! [don't let Osomatsu keep the hatchet] A tarp that I learned how to make a tent out of, and... [this last thing? he pulls it out, sniffs it] Soap? [oh, there's something else in here... ta-da! a compass!]

Eh? A watch?

[50shadesofburaza]

Ha. [Good plan; one even Karamatsu can't make better. Dropping his pack onto the sand next to him, he places his stuff in the middle- because really, it's impossible not to expect his brothers to take it.]

It's a compass- I have one too...

[And shortly after, the fishing line and first aid kit join the pile.

The knife stays in his bag, not even acknowledged.]

We can fish, at least. And trade one of these compasses.

Ichimatsu?

[ichininyaanshi]

[A compass... ? How come he didn't get one? It's not that he even wants one, but it just seems unfair on principle. Ichimatsu doesn't comment on it, but each of his brothers' rewards get a dark, silent look as he follows their lead and pulls his knapsack into his lap.]

These. [He pulls out a bottle of what look like pills and plunks them into the sand next to the fishing line. His voice is level, but there's a line of irritation between his eyes. It feels like someone is making fun of him, giving him those. A jar of rubbing alcohol as well as a sopping wet blanket also join the pile.]

And this.

[Unlike his brother, Ichimatsu absolutely pulls his knife and stabs it into the sand in front of him.]

... and this.

[And then he also pulls out about four feet of silver-colored rope, coiling it tightly around his hands.]

[relieable]

[Osomatsu does a double-take at the pills. what are those for?]

...Hey, I wonder who gave us these knapsacks. It seems weird that we arrived with 'em, right?

[50shadesofburaza]

[Guess who's very nonchalantly slipping that knife into his bag?]

Maybe they were handing out packs of tools...for our slave work.

[He would've been fine with being a fisherman, honestly. What better way to waste the entire day?]