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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[gentlemenpreferblondes]

"Exactly," she nods in agreement. Her eyes are locked him as she reads all the non-verbal cues his body's giving her. Oh dear, looks like he's not only dense but a shy too. He might not be a looker but guess there's still some charm to him.

"Which is why I'm lucky to meet someone like you out here in the dark instead of some kind of freak-"

[postictal]

If he were the type to laugh, he would have doubtless done so now. He merely snorts, shaking his head.

"Some kind of freak, huh?" he says, stretching the word out dryly. He'd apologize if he wasn't so certain that it'd go over so poorly. She's talking to the worst of them right now - the King Freak and the merry band of hyper-depressive misfits he calls his assorted baggage.

"Look, I'm not gonna just ditch you," he says tiredly, "but a little word of advice: you could do better. Way better."

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

Now that's a reaction even if a subtle one, J thinks. There is no ridicule, no agreement or avoidance in his tone but something that resonates to her choice of a word. Interesting, even if only mildly so. Things like that could be worth of noting.

"Aren't you just the sweetest," she winks her eye quickly to him. "You got a name, charmer?"

[postictal]

"Tim." She's not...quitting, is she? Fuck if he knows. This is a first for him in a lot of respects, and he's got absolutely no handle on how one should be handling something like that. Is this really her priority, or is this just her way of coping with all the shit being flung at her just now?

He's willing to bet on the latter.

"You?"