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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[hyperlit]

[That should have been the end of the exchange, as far as they were concerned - but it isn't. Because he presses something into their gloved and slightly clawlike fingers, and they fumble slightly as they run it between their fingers.]

[So they don't catch anything else.]

[The gesture will not save them from the death they know is running up to greet them, that will swallow them whole in burn of toxic magenta, in the ink-creep of black tendrils swarming down their throat and choking their breath.]

[But the gesture is...]

[Kind.]

[Their dark eyes fold into thin black crescents, the same way a cat might squint to indicate its contentment.]

thank you

[ichininyaanshi]

[It's barely left his hands and Ichimatsu already misses the mask. It's stupid, but it's more than a flimsy protection from pathogens, in his culture -- it's a shield of anonymity against a world that always finds fit to judge within moments of laying eyes on you. In some small, childish way, it's safe. There's nothing he can do about it now, though.]

[Except hope that maybe it'll do this stranger more good than it did him. And if it doesn't, well... it's not like there's much of Ichimatsu to hide, anyway.]

[He slings the pack over his shoulder again. His eyes flicker up only long enough to read the written thanks, and then he glances off once more.]

Sure.

[...]

[He's already turning away, waving a hand over his shoulder.]

Well, I'm leaving. I'll see you around.
[Don't die.]

[hyperlit]

[Another soft ping of their HUD.]

see you.

[They'll have to wait until he's out of eyesight before they pull thing over their face, the lower half that's usually covered with the drape of maroon cloth. It's stained with pink on the inside, and they're certain that the gift itself will be soon, as well.]

[But it is better than making no use of it at all.]

[They deftly loop the thing around the lower half of their face, tying it behind their neck, and yank the mantle back over.]

[He won't be able to see it, but it's there.]

[Maybe it will help.]