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wasteyard2019-07-27 03:30 pm
snikthatch) wrote in wasteyard2019-07-27 03:30 pm
broadcast / open log: into the woods
WHO: Logan & YOU
WHAT: Broadcast & the gang has a BBQ.
WHERE: The Ruins -- near the Phone Box.
WHEN: Sometime between Ruth's Adventure Into The Thing and the shadow parasite event.
NOTES: Might contain some body horror?? IDK who knows with this place.
[ The broadcast: ]
OK. I'm done bein' surprised by findin' people here. If we're gonna survive and get out of this goddamn snowglobe, we need to talk. All of us.
There's a place set up near that phone booth in the jungle. If you don't know it, send me a message and I'll give you directions. I got some food and some fresh meat, bring supplies or whatever if you wanna share 'em. It's clear this place ain't gonna let us go any time soon. We need to start workin' together.
All right. See you there.
[ Broadcast ends. He won't be replying to anyone who responds via radio, but feel free to text him. ]
It's taken a bit of work to clear a space near enough the phone box to allow for any sort of gathering. Vines and plants have been cut back or torn out to make a sort of clearing between the larger trees. A couple of smaller saplings have been cut down. Logan's even gone to the trouble of dragging in some pieces of a large dead tree that can serve as something to sit on.
The main event is the carcass of one of the river goats, which has been butchered and spitted over a fire. There are also a couple of thoroughly roasted spiders stuck on the end of a branch, some tins of beans and boxes of crackers, and a box of unnamed-but-Twinkie-adjacent snack cakes. And a bottle of whiskey, but that's staying in Logan's hairy paw.
Early arrivals will be told to help themselves as Logan stalks around the perimeter and tends to the fire. If anyone brings food or drink, they'll be told to put it near the rest of the supplies for everyone to share (though anyone who brings beer might have a bottle or two liberated from them by the party host). There's no night-time in the Ruins, but it does begin to get darker as time goes on, so it has a bit of a feeling of early evening to it. Some of the nearby plants begin to glow and the fire seems brighter and warmer in the dim light.
Logan won't be making any stirring speeches or anything (even if he did it would mostly be cursing and growling) -- this is supposed to be more of a gathering than a rally, with the intention of bringing everyone together to share what they've learned and help each other out.
Feel free to help yourself to the food, sit near the fire or explore the edges of the gathering. Drink, eat and.. well, maybe recover a little.
[ OOC: this is something between an open log and a mini event, so probably best treated like the latter. Put up a lil top level if you want with whatever your character will be doing at various points, reply to others, etc. Logan will be wandering around and generally being BBQ dad. Hope you don't mind your meat being served on claws! ]
WHAT: Broadcast & the gang has a BBQ.
WHERE: The Ruins -- near the Phone Box.
WHEN: Sometime between Ruth's Adventure Into The Thing and the shadow parasite event.
NOTES: Might contain some body horror?? IDK who knows with this place.
[ The broadcast: ]
OK. I'm done bein' surprised by findin' people here. If we're gonna survive and get out of this goddamn snowglobe, we need to talk. All of us.
There's a place set up near that phone booth in the jungle. If you don't know it, send me a message and I'll give you directions. I got some food and some fresh meat, bring supplies or whatever if you wanna share 'em. It's clear this place ain't gonna let us go any time soon. We need to start workin' together.
All right. See you there.
[ Broadcast ends. He won't be replying to anyone who responds via radio, but feel free to text him. ]
It's taken a bit of work to clear a space near enough the phone box to allow for any sort of gathering. Vines and plants have been cut back or torn out to make a sort of clearing between the larger trees. A couple of smaller saplings have been cut down. Logan's even gone to the trouble of dragging in some pieces of a large dead tree that can serve as something to sit on.
The main event is the carcass of one of the river goats, which has been butchered and spitted over a fire. There are also a couple of thoroughly roasted spiders stuck on the end of a branch, some tins of beans and boxes of crackers, and a box of unnamed-but-Twinkie-adjacent snack cakes. And a bottle of whiskey, but that's staying in Logan's hairy paw.
Early arrivals will be told to help themselves as Logan stalks around the perimeter and tends to the fire. If anyone brings food or drink, they'll be told to put it near the rest of the supplies for everyone to share (though anyone who brings beer might have a bottle or two liberated from them by the party host). There's no night-time in the Ruins, but it does begin to get darker as time goes on, so it has a bit of a feeling of early evening to it. Some of the nearby plants begin to glow and the fire seems brighter and warmer in the dim light.
Logan won't be making any stirring speeches or anything (even if he did it would mostly be cursing and growling) -- this is supposed to be more of a gathering than a rally, with the intention of bringing everyone together to share what they've learned and help each other out.
Feel free to help yourself to the food, sit near the fire or explore the edges of the gathering. Drink, eat and.. well, maybe recover a little.
[ OOC: this is something between an open log and a mini event, so probably best treated like the latter. Put up a lil top level if you want with whatever your character will be doing at various points, reply to others, etc. Logan will be wandering around and generally being BBQ dad. Hope you don't mind your meat being served on claws! ]
broadcast.
I'll bring some of my food. [Not all. Not that she doesn't trust him, just... just in case.]