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[closed] and since we've one place to go
Who: Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher, Agent Washington, Agent Maine, Kyna Midha, Staci Pratt, Poe Dameron, Taako Taaco, Lup Taaco, Peter Parker
What: Nate leads apolar expedition out to the mountains.
Where: Out on the tundra; at an undisclosed excavation site in the foothills.
When: February 1-14
Warnings: PG-13+ for swearing, descriptions of dead bodies/science torture. :(
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WELCOME TO SNOW HELL
the journey | the door | the bunker | the lab
What: Nate leads a
Where: Out on the tundra; at an undisclosed excavation site in the foothills.
When: February 1-14
Warnings: PG-13+ for swearing, descriptions of dead bodies/science torture. :(
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WELCOME TO SNOW HELL
the journey | the door | the bunker | the lab
there and back again
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The snow is grueling, the wind is relentless, your insulated pants are chafing, and the air is dry, but at least you have each other! The first seven days of the trip out to the mountains is rough going and not for the faint of heart, with little daylight, but that’s why we have fire wizards and a sledge stocked with MREs, as well as a questionable amount of anchovies!
What kind of dangers lurk outside your makeshift tents in the dark? Better hope the people taking turns on watch see it before it sees them, if "it" is out there at all.
The return trip? Probably just as dangerous.
[ Catch-all for the week before and after the actual excavation. ]
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So Lup can be found on the outskirts of the camp for this particular night, legs tucked up to her chin and arms wrapped around her legs, long ears peeking out from beneath a cozy beanie that proudly displays her name across the front. Her lanky frame is all wrapped up in too many layers and there's a ball of living flame dancing between her cupped palms, lighting up the surrounding areas, highlighting just how alert she is in the moment.
After a lifetime of living out on the road with her brother, Lup knows all about the importance of keeping watch. She's had more than her share of it before.
But even if she's focused on the task at hand, that doesn't mean she won't shoot her grin at whoever approaches her, even if it's their turn to be sleeping.]
Whatcha doin' up? Pretty sure all living folks need to get their eight hours or whatever in.
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Ambling over to Lup on the perimeter with his hands stuffed in his pockets, Nate's gaze trails off into the dark. The flame in her hands holds steady, a useful light for them, a potential beacon for anything else.]
I've done worse.
[The sentence is heavy, shouldering a payload she can't see the entire shape of, but delivered with characteristic amicability. Pushing his coat down a little he settles next to her, shoulders bumping while the snow under them creaks in the cold.]
Thought you might like the company.
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[ Wash admits it with a shrug, coming up beside Lup in full armor with his trackers set and everything. He settles beside her like he isn't wearing anything extra at all, and was remarkably quiet approaching in all that metal. Be impressed, Lup. ]
I'm used to running on less sleep anyway, I can keep you company out here for awhile. Or take over, if you're cold. [ He tilts his head towards the flame in her hands. ] You think that's the best idea?
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New terrain. New people. [ He shoots Lup a small smile. ] Makes it harder to get to sleep.
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Plopping down beside Lup, Elena flings her arms around her.]
I'm cold. Nate doesn't like it when I stick my hands under his shirt to warm them up. Obviously I came to you next.
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Get your disgusting MRE rations right here! Right now!
But let's be real, these things are pretty bland and no one is going to craving seconds of something that you literally punch to cook.]
I've got pasta, chili, beef stew, spaghetti and if anyone wants to take their life in their hands this one just says pork. Eat at your own risk.
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Pork me!
[Peter sweetie phrasing]
I mean. I'll try the mystery pork.
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Which one is least likely to make me projectile vomit?
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aww yeah gross rations aka wash's life
He pulls his helmet off and holds it under one arm as he considers the options available. ]
Beef stew. Did this era's come with the flameless heaters?
[ He's from like five hundred years in the future, things have advanced a bit. ]
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Then: ]
What's the difference between pasta and spaghetti?
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Really? Look, I know we can't like, cook out here, but really?
[He's here to be the complaint committee, apparently.]
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[What's the point in bringing two wizard chefs along if they aren't even allowed to cook??? This is homophobic.]
Actually, my brother and I might be able to transmute some of the ingredients an' make somethin' a little more edible.
[Like, probably not, but could be fun to try.]
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[Elena will take the beef stew.]
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Who wants to be Youtube famous????
Anyway, it's dinner time and Peter's got his phone out for video shenanigans.]
Okay, it's the end of the first day, camp's set up, and uh, we're eating food out of bags. We've got a little down time so I figured I'd, y'know. Record our progress, I guess? That way if we die horribly out here people can maybe find out why and how and we won't end up a big mystery like the Franklin Expedition. Morbid.
God, how do you even vlog a thing like this? Well-- okay, I guess, here's some things I've learned just being out here for a day. Seems like a good place to start. Let's see... peeing outside in subzero temperatures is Hell, and the girls are way bigger badasses than I am about it for sure. MREs are not as fun as that astronaut ice cream they have at the museum, and anchovies and MRE spaghetti should never be combined. Ever. So...
[So yeah, that's what Peter's doing. Who wants to come be in an expedition vlog? It'll be great to show to future adventurers. If we don't freeze to death.]
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Nate loops around a bit, not wanting to interrupt too egregiously but also curious, one of those hideous MRE bags in one hand.]
...what are you doing? Recording the trip?
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You combined what?
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wow i sure did beef that html
it happens to the best of us!
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Say goodbye, we're eating him first!
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this is where i make shit up because i'm too lazy to comb wookieepedia
omg is it really called wookieepedia i'm so happy
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He'll even dab once. Look at him. Trendsetter.]
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No ones going to like and subscribe to your video of us sitting around being cold.
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[A YouTube star? No. But Elena was the star of and camerawoman for her own show once. She's a pro.]
You gotta work on your camera angles, Peter.
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/makes shit up about camerawork because lol
i feel this
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She lifts the phone, clearly to take a picture, but she doesn't just snap one. Instead, she squints down at the phone, then back at Nate, shifting a few steps to one side and then a few steps back—it's clear she's trying to get a specific angle. After a moment of this, she finally taps the screen, looks down at the picture, and—]
Dude, seriously, what the fuck.
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im doing two prompts oops
[So as much as Taako loves Nate and will apparently do things when he asks them, all of this? All of this is kind of the worst. Of course he came prepared for this trip; his hat is magically affixed to his head so no amount of wind is going to get that one off, and it and his cloak seem to be covered in little magical licking flames to at least keep himself warm in this experience. But lord, it's just going so slowly. He needs to kick this up like, ten notches.
He tilts his head back and doesn't bother to hide his voice as he speaks to the sky, and inadvertently to everyone around him.]
So like, does someone have party games, or wanna be a bear or whatever, chaboy's bored as hell with like thirty spell slots.
[And hey, who wants to figure out what that means?]
ii. at camp
[It's about time he handled a watch shift, a number of days in. Even if Lup is taking the vast majority of them, elves don't really need to sleep like people do, despite being prone to wanting them. He can get his 4 hours in sitting on the sled while they travel, or just lie about it. Really, that's not what he wants out of this.
What he does seem to be doing is curled up by the fire, looking up.
He's got a notebook behind held in front of him by a spectral hand, using his actual one to scribble something. Every couple of seconds, he seems to look up, then back down, write, and repeat.
He's certainly up to something... and maybe not keeping 'watch', really, as strictly as he should.]
camp prompt heyoooo
ayoooo
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on the road
thank god
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The space marine spends most of his time either hauling the sledge (which he can do without assistance) or circling the party's ever-moving perimeter. His white armor may sometimes make him difficult to see in the snow — quite a feat, given the fact that the massive man stands at a staggering 7'4" — but the gold dome of his helmet catches what light there is well enough. He's always armed with a handgun and a grenade launcher with a curved blade. He only removes his helmet to eat, and he prefers to do that well away from others — catching sight of his face may prove difficult.
Saying that Maine isn't the most social of traveling companions is an understatement. Aside from grunts and growls, he doesn't speak. (In fact, he can't speak, but he's not broadcasting that.) The only person he appears to relax around is Wash. Most others receive an expectant head-tilt if they approach, as Maine waits to see what they want.
Chat him up while he's pulling the sledge? Try to figure out why he doesn't eat around others? Join him as he patrols the perimeter? Or maybe try pleading fatigue to see if the huge man will haul along people as well as supplies? ]
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