lifeaftr | I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain

Who: Our volunteer mountaineers
What: Two parties split up to scale the mountain from two sides, planning to meet at it’s peak. Shenanigans occur along the way.
When: September 13th to 16th
Where: Group 1: G3, H2, G2 || Group 2: F3, F2, G2
Warnings: Please note any warnings in your subject headers!

Word spreads quickly in a small community such as this. What was originally intended to be a small party turned into something much larger- and on the day Chara planned to leave for the mountain, it’s not one, but two parties that make off for it’s peak.

Group 1, led by Chara, moves off during the early hours of the morning, seeking to search the furthest part of the mountain by following the river upwards. The path is longer and more winding- however, they are unhampered in when they can travel.

Group 2, led by Ardyn, takes off after the sun has set- due to the needs of multiple members to avoid the sun’s harsh glare. Their route takes them up the closest side of the mountain, which provides an easier path- however, they may only travel whilst the sun is set.

OOC: Welcome to the mountaineering open post! Keep in mind the following;

♆ RNG was happily done blind by our wonderful Guzma mun, with our animals RNG'd by Wade Wilson's! Thank them both for all your misfortune.

♆ Prompts have been provided for each group below! Simply toplevel wherever you wish and treat this like a normal open post!

♆ Since each group will generally be in close contact with one another, consider asking others if you can threadjack here and there; nothing says team-building like being a nosy parker.

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Right. Okay. One foot in front of the other, Newt. His fingers feel a little twitchy, but he forces himself to shove his butterfly knife back into the pocket of his coat--he doesn't want to accidentally stab them, after all. But it's barely a couple feet to the nest, fortunately, so not too far of a walk, and once there, Newt's leaning in to get a better look.

"Um...okay, so it looks like we've got...four? Four eggs." He chews on his lip a bit. "Now I just gotta think of the best way to transport them."

The Drifter blinks, once, and then turns to start digging into the contents of their knapsack. They unravel a bolt of cloth - a bit worn, but plainly unused as far as the Drifter is concerned.

make a sling

...for the eggs, though they'd assumed that would be obvious.

The movement is the first to catch his attention, but it's the bolt of cloth that's presented that has his expression brightening. "Dude! That's perfect!" He'll happily reach out to accept it. "It'll work as a great insulator too, so they can keep warm a lot easier. Thanks!" He's outright beaming at them, like they've given him the best present in the world.

That in and of itself seems to have contributed to a marked improvement to his general demeanor, something of which they can be proud in a loose sense. There's the U-shape of their fingers, denoting a pleased smile, before they settle about carefully nestling one of the eggs into the crook of cloth, tying it around and underneath.

It's not as if they're using it for much, after all.

It has definitely caused a sincere uptick in Newt's mood, so he's going to help the Drifter wrap these eggs up, babbling instructions that they probably already know and being sincerely very careful about all this.

"Man, I know we've got a good chunk of the trip left, but I hope these survive."

The heat should not be a problem. It should keep the eggs warm enough for the time being, as well, which bodes nicely for the hope of cooking them. Or, if that is Newt's own proclivity - hatching them?

They do so question the wisdom of that.

will be very warm
bodes well

It's ok, Drifter, most people question the wisdom of Newt's ideas. "True! I just gotta hope we don't run into anything too dangerous so I can carry these extra carefully." He chews on his bottom lip, considering this. "I mean, don't get me wrong, worst come to worst I'll drop them, but I'd definitely rather not, y'know?"

can hard boil them now

It would probably make storage less dangerous in the long-run. They do not think about the implications of it - the egg-breakers of the North who only barely avoided the genocide of a harmless and peaceable people because one of them had enough foresight to smuggle the straggled collection of eggs away, to save the hatchlings the fate of their unborn fellows.

The birds of the North had been sentient. They had thought, and bled, and loved. They were not mere animals.

The difference between those and the pterax here and now is - staggering.

Newt pauses, briefly, arching an eyebrow at them. "Dude, if I hard boil them, they're not going to hatch." Obvs.

hard boil some of them

They didn't say all of them. Did he see them say all?

The glance he sends down at the eggs is contemplative.

"...half of them. I'll hardboil half of them. Two for eating, two for potential hatching." He glances back up at the Drifter, gauging their reaction.

Perhaps not what they would have chosen, but then - this is his idea and his project. And regardless, they doubtless owe him for generating that moment of pure panic, the moment from which he is doubtless still recovering, no matter how well he drapes it over with his more characteristic contrarian, rapidfire speech.

fair division

The approval makes him beam despite himself. "Great! As soon as we get back to camp, I'll boil two of them and we'll have a snack while we're heading up the mountain. Nothing like some protein to keep you going, right?"

That seems...ideal, they suppose, particularly as his smile means he must surely be on the external mend. The Drifter nods in acquiescence and straightens obligingly.

require further assistance?

Newt blinks at that query, before he frowns just a little bit, but it's more in thought as he rubs the back of his neck briefly with his free hand. "Um. No? I mean, I was just gonna head back and get out of this sun because I feel like I'm starting to bake..." He trails off, pausing for a moment, before asking his own question. "Are you planning on staying out here longer?"

yes
maintain perimeter

Not point in risking being jumped by a couple more pterax in the meantime, right? There might be more to chart, and it is always best to be prudent.

I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain

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