[MINGLE / OTA] it's a map it's a map it's a map

[crosslaced]

Who: You (I likely won’t be tagging this, so mingle forth!!)
What: It’s time to consolidate those search requests, fam.
When: 8/20th on
Where: The Ruins
Warnings: none


[A large sheet has been laid out in the Ruins where everyone's been camping; it's the salt-crusted fabric of a raft's sail, weighed down by a pebble in each corner.

A partly charred branch has been provided as a pen. The two words written at the top are enough of a clue as to what this is for:]

ISLAND MAP
note down where you've found resources or environmental hazards.
[The ruins have been marked by a crude sketch of crumbling buildings at the center of the sheet.

Will you add something?]

Comments

[manasponge]

[ Marcille was jotting down a quick bit about her discovery of coconut trees, as well as her observations of the ruin hieroglyphics's likely magical nature.

She placed a couple of coconuts to the side, and put a little slip of paper under a stone by them: ]

I'm interested in looking for supplies, particularly new sources of food. If you'd like to combine efforts, I'd be happy to share what I cook. Let's make something truly delicious.

-Marcille

p.s. Coconuts are filled with fat and protein. Be sure to balance your meals.

drifter | ota

[hyperlit]

[Marcille has helpfully denoted the discovery of the coconut trees, but the Drifter denotes their encounters on another section of the map - including a small heap of rich, sweet fruits carefully arrayed on the ground, with an arrow pointing to the quadrant in which they found them.]

[The section of the map in question is filled with small doodles of little balls of fire, though they're quite simplistic. The Drifter spends most of their time studying any and all additions someone has to make to the map - and adds it to their own, holographic projection.]

[Their sprite hovers a few inches above their shoulder as they work with a secondary HUD open and projecting a message to passers-by:]

ASSISTANCE IN EXPLORATION / FINISH MAP

[ichininyaanshi]

[Ichimatsu hovers about the edges of the clearing in a dark sort of mood, sitting on overgrown root, slumped forward with his elbows over his knees. After spending the better part of two hours watching people come and go from the map, he finally seems to make up his mind. He waits for a moment of reprieve in which no one seems to be crowding around it. Then he stands, shoves his hands deep into his hoodie pockets, and skulks over.]

[He stands there staring down at it for a while, eyes flickering carefully over the parts that have been filled in. There's that temple, so he thinks... yeah, right about there. Ichimatsu isn't good for much, but his feline instincts has always given him a good sense of direction if nothing else. He grabs the branch and draws a messy, circled 'x' southwest of the ruins, with jerking, almost stabbing motions. When he's finished, he scrawls a note underneath it:]

[Black hole. Go here if you want to die.]

[And then he throws the branch down as if personally affronted by the thing. Ichimatsu stands there a few moments more, studying his work... and if left uninterrupted, soon stalks away just as he came.]