Last Minute Prep

[googledox]

We don't know how much the Crows can be trusted but if what they said about our existence attracting the eye of unknown enemies is true, we shouldn't shelter in place for long. Now that we've decided on a course of action, we need to prepare for the journey ahead.

I can't do much trapped in this place [The stone walls of the Brugh can be seen behind him] but I figured the least I could do is initiate this conversation.

A fifty mile journey by air may entail a significantly different route by foot and we need to anticipate everything from weather, to how to store water, to our calorie intake needs.

[ooc: People can use this for last minute discussions, ic planning, gathering of supplies/building of useful items. Feel free to have network threads turn to action.]

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[fiteclub]

I made a bag from one of the more holey cloaks left behind and patched one up for myself.

[She holds the bag up. It isn't as nicely sown as it would be from a machine or bought from a store, but it isn't that bad for something made in her spare time.]

I can help make at least a couple more so we have an easier time carrying things with us.

[shyhara]

[If he looks kinda anxious, it's probably because he is. But he really doesn't want to just be a burden on the group because he doesn't know shit about hunting or camping or anything like that, so he's doing what he can to not sound completely like a useless kid here, standing up a little straighter and making an effort to actually look at the mirror properly. It's somehow just has hard as actually looking people in the eye.]

I'm not really experienced with anything...uh, outdoorsy, so...I'm not really sure what to do. But if there's anything I can do or help anyone with, I'll do my best.

[ chill u nerd ]

[followingdawn]

You keep using that word and nobody's said what it means.

[ Calories. He is talking about calories. ]

[awfulcer]

[For once, Dixon doesn't jump in and say anything, doesn't spout off at the nearest person with the first half-thought idea he can scrounge up, doesn't pick a fight. He just listens and watches.

The reality of what they're going to have to do is starting to get much clearer, and the low trill of anxiety thrumming around in his veins is turning into a near panic. Fighting Wheelers was easy in comparison; it only needed a few minutes of commitment, only needed tapping into a split-second reserve of energy and impulse.

This is a quest that's going to take weeks, maybe months. Fifty miles in the foreseeable future, God only knows how far before they save the Green, if they even manage that. It's going to be hard, and Dixon's greatest real skill so far in life has been avoiding difficult things like a stream working around stone. And whenever hard things couldn't be avoided, whenever people died or other things forced themselves into his world, he's cracked and tailspun and gone completely off the rails.

Fifty miles on foot. He knows he can't keep up. Everyone else knows it too, but that's almost secondary to his own sense of failure and of feeling trapped, like the whole universe pulled a stair out from under him and left him scrambling and coming up empty-handed. He's not just going to let everyone down; he already has. It's an inevitability bearing down on him like a train and he's tied to the tracks.

He puts the mirror down on the ground, glass side down, and sits in the grass with his head in his hands, shaking.]

[wherenoonegoes]

Impulse and I finished most of the shoes. They're not great, mostly because of a lack of proper material, but they'll work until we get where we're going.

There's enough smoked meat and fish to go around. Which is good because we're gonna need it.

Also Toothless is okay with acting as a pack animal, provided everyone carries their fair share.

[outofresets]

I made some bags, too. They aren't great 'cuz I made most of them before I knew there was stuff you could sew with.

[ He holds up the end of what looks like a threadbare pant leg loosely stuffed with something. If this is a "bag" it can only be called that in the loosest of senses, it is nowhere near as nice as Anita's. ]

They're pretty much just pant legs I tied the ends off of, but they carry vegetables okay, and so long as you don't stuff them too full, you can tie the ends together and carry them over your shoulder.

Wouldn't recommend carrying peaches with us unless we're going to eat them quick or dry them somehow. They bruise easy and rot fast.

[coiledscales]

I can fly. So it's entirely possible I could carry things ahead and create caches or waypoints. I'm reluctant to carry people, but supplies? I could probably manage that.