Oregon Trail Revitalized Part 4 - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
7/1/2023
Log
(Erika) The sun gradually sets over Lost Creek Lake, blanketing the surroundings in a gradually-increasing blanket of darkness. Most are huddled around a small building present in a parking lot. The lot itself is rather small, and leads down into a ramp that plunges into the lake, as well as connects to a latticework of piers containing many small boats. Some of the boats are clearly sunk into the water, but many are still afloat. To the east of the parking lot lies a fairly wooded campground, with many yurts, all in varying states of disarray. There is clear indication that the yurts will need repairs to be usable. At the moment, Luard is standing atop the building, and inside restlessly shuffles what Fenris discovered is an otter feral. Fenris offered up a tin of sardines, which was accepted. And a soft voice rang out from the building, asking "T-talk... Why?" in an unpracticed feminine tone.
(Anbessa) Anbessa had been momentarily quite tense and worried about perhaps another ambush, but as the otter within actually speaks up, the bunny perks his ears in surprise and glances about between the group. He opens his mouth, seemingly to say something, but after a second or so he shuts his mouth tight and bites his lip before he just watches, lightening up his posture and stance as he stands nearby. While he has been trying to act as an additional guard for the group and all, but after that almost bit of banditry that had occured along the way, it seems like there is a lot more talking to be done around here than guarding... Though of course at the moment, this is Fenris' ballpark, so the bunny just stands there, keeping an eye on the building warily. While they seem more scared than angry... Maybe this can also be resolved peacefully.
(Fenris) Fenris sits calmly on the ground in front of the the door to the building, a good few feet between him and his offering of canned sardines. The big, burly tanuki thinks about the question before answering. "We want to talk because we do not want to fight," he says calmly, with an easy little smile on his round face, "Is this your place? Is this your home? We are looking for a new home, but we do not want to take someone else's home." He speaks slowly and gently, keeping things simple.
(Luard) Luard takes the time to look up from his vantage point, gazing around at the sight of the marina, to all the small ships either sunk in or floating atop the water. It was a nice sight, but he makes sure to stay focused on the objective, looking around for sights of anything interesting, threatening or unexpected, half-listening still to what was going on down below, and to be ready to spring down to aid Fenris if he had to. He had expected things to be more tense, but so far it seemed diplomacy was working well, but you could never be too sure. Fear could very quickly break out into anger.
(Arimia) Making her way on the path indicated upon her arrival at Crater Lake, Arimia pauses upon reaching the small campground, waiting just within the tree-line. She glances around, taking in what familiar faces she can see, before slipping out of the trees and pausing once she's out in the open, head turning to take in what can be seen from where she is, gaze assessing. While she does one of her hands slips into a neatly concealed pocket on her dress and pulls out a battered cigarette case.
(Junes) Junes had been scanning the area towards the woods and lake but hearing the negotiations working out eased them a bit, still crouched and ready just in case but considerably more lax... until the next time they see the trees a familiar figure is standing as they use those white tails and hands to wave and point down carefully, trying to avoid the feral inside from seeing
(Lorethan) Lorethan was in kemo form for this, wearing his normal gear that had armor built into it.. In this condition though, he looked a lot more lost than he was. His ears tuned into what movement he could hear as he carefully walked past the trees, and out into the open. His eyes scanned the area and found himself coming out near Arimia. He pursed his lips as he took in the site of the area.
(Syntax) Syntax is just riding into the area now on her scorpion defense bot lovingly named Captcha! While the strangely harmless spider girl lounges on the scorpion robot's back, she isn't exactly alone with it. The scorpion appears to have numerous orbs clinging to it that are, presumably, flying drones. There's also a human sized mantis shaped bot walking alongside them, but as menacing as this should be, the small party of robots and spider just don't seem to be too concerning. They go towards the parking lot. Presumably to park.
(Forkbomb) The tanuki cyberninja narrows her eyes at the situation, letting out a long sigh. She contemplates telling Fenris to talk to the ottermorph about checking to see if she knows about any new interesting data, but didn't really know how to squeeze that in. She instead makes her way back over to Chessly, and folding her arms. "Well, that was embarassing for me. You want to head out and look somewhere else?"
(Euoia) Euoia decides that her presence isn't necessary for negotiations. She decides to scout around. Tempted to take to the skies for a better view of the area, the anime babe stretches out her wings briefly before looking around for another place to explore. The busted yurts seem like they could house something. Euoia advances slowly with her wings folded around her. Granted, they might be useless or they might have a clue to who occupied them. She kept her scouting device trained on the yurts to try to prevent being surprised.
(Chessly) Chessly had been on the fringes of the crew looking for any scrap he could get his hands on, but ever since the expedition has gotten here his eyes had been glaring at the cluster of boats. As the negotiations continued between Fenris and the feral the cat-boy impatiently shifts his weight from one foot to the other, it's after Forkbomb approaches him his patients breaks. "Yeah come along I'm heading over to the docks! I've been really itching to see what's over there!" Waving at the ninja tanuki to come along the cat heads off and lightly jogs towards the cluster of boats in his brown coveralls over to the docks, his tail whipping from side to side excitedly at the thought at finally getting a chance to use his expertise. He's moving slow enough for folks to catch up if they want to come along. His for now goal for now is finding a boat that'll be easy to fix.
