gather round you friends of mine

[venatical]

Who: Dean, Clint, and the scouting club.
When: Daybreak on Day 79.
Where: The woods.
What: The scouting team was informed of the fact-finding mission set for Day 79, looking for anything strange after the Doctor's plot but also just feeling out the woods in general and getting a lay of the land. This is when they meet up yay! Here's some info on what you can expect to find.

Everyone who meets up by the woods gets split up into teams of two people -- everyone, because Dean and Clint don't allow for any pussyfooting or hemming and hawing about joining up. You're there or you're not, and you have some sort of weapon with you too. Preferably not a super shitty one, okay. If you don't have one or if you had one that was moronic and/or useless, you have a badass looking kitchen knife now. Congrats.

The goal is for everyone to take a different path through the woods, but don't get out of shouting range of the team next to you. If you need help, call for it. This is a fact finding mission, so there's no need for heroics or too much stupid shit.

Take care of each other. Be smart. Be alert.

Comments

[lightgunhustler]

"I'm Jo."

She takes his hand and gives it a firm, confident shake, her own hand bearing fresh bandages as well. The injuries she'd had on arrival had healed up for the most part, thanks to Rapahel's intervention and some bedrest, but she's not quite 100% yet. Still, cabin fever had hit her hard, and when Dean had mentioned a scouting mission, she made it clear that in no uncertain terms was she okay with being left behind.

"Good to meet you. Sorry the circumstances ain't better."

[persolvo]

"Good as it gets, I'd say," Booker says with a shrug, gaze turning back to the woods. He has his pistol, but he's hoping he won't have to use it. One thing's for sure, and that's that there's no ammo in this town. "Seein' as we're actually doing somethin' productive." Not that he's extremely eager to go back to Columbia, but he's not Kore's biggest fan.

"You been here long?"

[lightgunhustler]

"Here's hoping our efforts don't go to waste." She turns back towards the woods as well, ghosting her hand over the butt of the gun in her back pocket. The safety was on and she would default to one of her knives if something nasty turned up, but she felt better having it on her. Just in case. Sometimes, a knife wasn't enough to get the job done -- but ammo really was precious here. She wasn't going to waste what she had. Not if she could avoid it.

"Handful of days. Not really long enough to talk about. Spent most of it laid up." She glances towards him as she starts forward, bits of the usual forest debris crunching softly beneath her boots as she goes. "What about you? How long?"

[persolvo]

"Near 'bout the same. Guess you could say I'm settled, don't mean I like it." Like complaining even more is going to get him anywhere, though, so he moves on, peering ahead into the dim woods, pushing a hanging branch aside.

"You gonna be alright if something leaps out at us?"

[lightgunhustler]

"I don't think there's a single one of us that likes it. And don't worry. I'm tougher than I look."

She flashes him a quick smile, pausing just long enough to bend down and pull a knife from her boot, straightening up and giving it a twirl to show it off as they venture deeper into the woods.

"I do this kind of thing professionally. You? Not nervous, are you?"

[persolvo]

Well, alright. The knife-twirl gets a bit of an impressed smile out of him; she looks like she knows what she's doing with that, at least, so maybe he has nothing to worry about. Ladies are surprising him left and right, lately.

"Do I look nervous? I say let 'em come." He balls his left hand, his vigor hand, into a fist, but that just brings on another semi-nauseating wave. Guns-only, it is, then. "And what kinda profession's that?"

[lightgunhustler]

"You don't look nervous, but you never know. I've known plenty of guys who were great actors. Kept it together until things got bad, then they fell to pieces." She grins cheekily, clearly teasing -- and enjoying it, too.

"But let 'em come." She watches as he makes that fist, raising an eyebrow. "Hunting," she says simply. "You know Dean, right?" Most people seemed to. He was kind of a difficult presence to ignore. Loud and reckless and all that.