Re: QUIETUS [S!5] [Round 1: Godsworn Valley]
04-18-2012, 10:04 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Robin sat on a rock, halfway up a mountain's stony face, and took methodical mouthfuls of half a museli bar. She didn't even remember leaving a snack unfinished at the bottom of her bag, but with the fuzz being almost definitely lint she thanked her past self anyway.
She never did practical work on an empty stomach; if the smell ever crossed the line into offensive Robin rationalised she'd be unwilling enough to waste food. Just one of those things which made her feel a little better about the whole situation - like her current location. There was no track, which meant - barring paranoid snipers taking pot-shots at her - the scientist could do some surveying in peace.
It certainly didn't seem like a good spot for soldiers - arduous to reach if some multidimensional horror hadn't seen fit to place you up here, exposed to not only the Valley proper (Robin considered for a moment, then, finding the weather pleasant enough, put her green coat away and took out the labcoat), but also one side of something Robin decided to call a gorge, with an antlike convoy trickling Valley-ward at its base. Amongst the blackened stumps of a forest where the gorge opened out below her, Robin spied from her perch some kind of building. It was around this that the convoy pooled, and the scientist considered it as good a port of call as any. They might even believe her already-outlandish tail of being tossed here by some eldritch entity, and send her back down the supply trail to civilisation.
Later, though. Robin hadn't heard of any ground broken in the non-existent field of Serendipology, but she could still appreciate the little things. A snack, a chance to get a lay of the land - maybe see some of her bigger or flashier fellow combatants.
On which note...
Robin almost grabbed her netbook, but opted for a biro and the back page of Hoffman et al's latest perspective instead. She glanced across the valley again, making a note of the bigger contraptions dragging themselves across the landscape, then got to scrawling while her memory was fresh.
7 die, one goes home
Me - knows about me
Kate - worm. Young?
Arrokt (sp?) - xenophobe. Huge. Watch out
grave girl - find out more
Blue lady - parasite. Dying. Could help
Robin frowned, adjusting her suitcase a bit on her knees. Three more, she would've remembered if they weren't human. This was going to bug her.
Oh, right. Sonora.
She waggled the pen a bit more, but honestly had no idea what to add. The scientist glared at her incomplete list, remembered something, and was even more frustrated when she couldn't add a name to it.
another name - A she eventually decided on. religious. Weird mask, smoke
Which left one more. This was going to piss her off, Robin could tell. When each and every name was appended with a background churning of associations, it all melded together with only the more exotic stuff sticking out. She went back and made a note that either "grave girl" or "blue lady"'s name started with A, scrawled a few more recollections of what they looked like, and stood up. A bit of scree skipped a very worryingly long fall down the mountainside, and Robin finally came round to the fact that she had the worst possible shoes for this.
She wasn't in any real hurry to negotiate a way down, and confident her perch offered a wealth of valuable information on how not to charge into the thick of something messy or deadly. Robin sat in the pleasant morning sun, labcoat fluttering white and draped over one shoulder, and scrawled and spied to her heart's content.
Robin could, after all, see quite a conceivable future in which she wouldn't get a chance to sit back and relax like this. She intended to make the most of it.
Robin sat on a rock, halfway up a mountain's stony face, and took methodical mouthfuls of half a museli bar. She didn't even remember leaving a snack unfinished at the bottom of her bag, but with the fuzz being almost definitely lint she thanked her past self anyway.
She never did practical work on an empty stomach; if the smell ever crossed the line into offensive Robin rationalised she'd be unwilling enough to waste food. Just one of those things which made her feel a little better about the whole situation - like her current location. There was no track, which meant - barring paranoid snipers taking pot-shots at her - the scientist could do some surveying in peace.
It certainly didn't seem like a good spot for soldiers - arduous to reach if some multidimensional horror hadn't seen fit to place you up here, exposed to not only the Valley proper (Robin considered for a moment, then, finding the weather pleasant enough, put her green coat away and took out the labcoat), but also one side of something Robin decided to call a gorge, with an antlike convoy trickling Valley-ward at its base. Amongst the blackened stumps of a forest where the gorge opened out below her, Robin spied from her perch some kind of building. It was around this that the convoy pooled, and the scientist considered it as good a port of call as any. They might even believe her already-outlandish tail of being tossed here by some eldritch entity, and send her back down the supply trail to civilisation.
Later, though. Robin hadn't heard of any ground broken in the non-existent field of Serendipology, but she could still appreciate the little things. A snack, a chance to get a lay of the land - maybe see some of her bigger or flashier fellow combatants.
On which note...
Robin almost grabbed her netbook, but opted for a biro and the back page of Hoffman et al's latest perspective instead. She glanced across the valley again, making a note of the bigger contraptions dragging themselves across the landscape, then got to scrawling while her memory was fresh.
7 die, one goes home
Me - knows about me
Kate - worm. Young?
Arrokt (sp?) - xenophobe. Huge. Watch out
grave girl - find out more
Blue lady - parasite. Dying. Could help
Robin frowned, adjusting her suitcase a bit on her knees. Three more, she would've remembered if they weren't human. This was going to bug her.
Oh, right. Sonora.
She waggled the pen a bit more, but honestly had no idea what to add. The scientist glared at her incomplete list, remembered something, and was even more frustrated when she couldn't add a name to it.
another name - A she eventually decided on. religious. Weird mask, smoke
Which left one more. This was going to piss her off, Robin could tell. When each and every name was appended with a background churning of associations, it all melded together with only the more exotic stuff sticking out. She went back and made a note that either "grave girl" or "blue lady"'s name started with A, scrawled a few more recollections of what they looked like, and stood up. A bit of scree skipped a very worryingly long fall down the mountainside, and Robin finally came round to the fact that she had the worst possible shoes for this.
She wasn't in any real hurry to negotiate a way down, and confident her perch offered a wealth of valuable information on how not to charge into the thick of something messy or deadly. Robin sat in the pleasant morning sun, labcoat fluttering white and draped over one shoulder, and scrawled and spied to her heart's content.
Robin could, after all, see quite a conceivable future in which she wouldn't get a chance to sit back and relax like this. She intended to make the most of it.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow