lifeaftr | Islander meeting!

Who: Everyone!
What: An information gathering meeting, mingle log style!
When: 13th as advertised Here!
Where: Big tent, islet 4 (sorry Ardyn!)
Warnings: Keep an eye on subject lines for warnings!

[The tent is a good place to have this. It's sheltered at least. Shion has collected strawberries and also water. He hopes that people will turn up, there's a lot to discuss. About this place, how they are here and how to leave. But also surviving here. Helping each other make the most of being here.

They had done such things in the Tower and it was a good way to get things organised. He knows he has questions and he thinks other people probably do as well. If it's anything like the Tower then people all have different bits of information that will fit together eventually.

He greats people as they enter and will encourage anyone who looks less than certain to enter and offer them strawberries.]

((OOC: So I'll put up a subthread for mingling before the meeting, then discussion points can be posted as a reply to this main thread. I'll do a few for things Shion will bring up but feel free to post your own points as well! Tag around, do breakout threads, discuss all the things. Don't worry if things go off topic. Have fun!)

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"Sign language?" Shion reads the sign and looks up at the Drifter with a smile, "Is that the hand talking that Seto was asking about on the rock?"

Because Shion would like to learn that, he knew a few ways of making signs with his hands, for use in stealth situations, but not an entire language.

Yes. They answer with their hands at first, pairing it with a slow, somber nod, and then issue it with their sprite, bobbing at their shoulder as ever:

yes
it is how those without voices may communicate

When text does not suffice, at least.

They have a curious little robot? Creature? Shion's not sure what it is, bobbing beside the. Shion reads the text and nods thoughtfully.

A person without a voice... He blinks. "Were you... captured in Ai'Tuoh?"

His voice is tinged with curiosity but also hope. Because if they were the injured prisoner Shion had tried to help, that meant they had escaped. They hadn't succumbed to eternal slumber.

They'd not been able to see him - if they were, perhaps that would have helped them recognize him faster. The timber of his tone stirs a faint memory or two, something vague and poorly-focused. They had not, after all, had full possession of their mental faculties as they bled out in the cells of Ai'tuoh.

The Drifter lowers their head in a somber nod. It is best not to assume.

for some time
lup retrieved me

"I'm glad you escaped." He smiled, he's still not sure. There might be more than one person who cannot speak here and they never saw each other, their only communication knocking on a wall.

"I'm Shion. I... spoke to someone who couldn't speak in the cells."

Ah. So it would be the boy in question.

one for yes
two for no

A small harkening back to the code they employed, and the Drifter holds up one gloved hand, balled into a fist. They do not look back on their time spent in those cells and in the Water unless they've little choice - already they do not wish to think of what it had meant to be vulnerable and at the mercy of others the way they had been, but even less do they wish to think of how others must have seen them.

It was them. Shion smiled, a relieved smile and tears filled his eyes though he was quick to blink them away. He didn't like thinking about that time either but he was so relieved that his injured neighbor had found their way back.

"I'm so glad you are okay. I was worried... I'm sorry... sorry I couldn't help you more."

could not do much
none could

It is a simple pronouncement to suit their mindset. They are not one to wallow in regret. They explore the past and gather broken histories from a distance; they do not dwell where it would do no good to.

alive
this is what matters

"It is." Shion nodded, they were alive, they were alright and back here. Shion still felt guilty that he hadn't managed to help more but there had been really very little he could do. They had been helpless, trapped and unable to reach one another.

A breath as he dragged his mind to the presence, this tent. People safe and not locked up. "Could you teach me? Your sign language?"

A nod of their head. They do not linger over the subject, over any sort of resentment or mourning of what did not happen or what could not be. They met in less than ideal circumstances. Those circumstances have long past, and thus they focus on the present.

do you know any

It is best to have a basis for the other party's understanding.

Shion shook his head, "I know a few hand signals... but not really a language at all. It's probably best to assume I'm starting from scratch."

He's never learned another language at all before, it was another thing long dead on his world. With so few people in so few places everyone spoke only one language.

ok

It is fortunate that language seems to be in the common vein, here, or that the magic of these islands translates everything into a baseline that everyone can understand, at least relative to themselves. They have the capacity to understand it.

Such is the power of gods.

we will start with the alphabet

Shion nodded and sat down in front of the Drifter putting his book down for now, he would need both hands to learn. It was a good thing that something made them all understand each other. He knew from the time in the Tower when the translators broke that his language was different Aster's. So he was glad this place translated things as well, power of gods or however it was done.

"The alphabet then."

Islander meeting!

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