ataraxionlogs | happy anniversary [open]

CHARACTERS: Rey and YOU.
LOCATION: Various.
WARNINGS: Blood and violence for the third prompt.
SUMMARY: Rey Does Stuff: The Log. Just the kind of stuff you'd expect on your fourth year anniversary, woo.
NOTES: I've got some prompts, but if you want a super special awesome starter just for you, I can whip one up as well. Or you can. Whichever.

I. Make Your Bed The River (Outside the Tranquility, Early December)

It's strange every time Rey thinks about how she's not living alone anymore. She had only ever lived with one person on the ship, and they weren't around to make sure her head stays on straight.

She is used to living a spartan lifestyle. Having too much useless stuff was never her thing. But now that she isn't the only person living under the roof she's made out in the jungle, she figures it's worth going scavenging for extra supplies. At least in the places she can immediately access...

The Tranquility creaks and groans before her, sunk into the earth and teetering over the ledge of the cliff. She assesses the damage first before she begins climbing into the opening, leading into the medbay.

II. It's A Trap! (Jungle, Anytime)

Max may have given a public service announcement about his similar endeavor, but Rey hadn't been quite so thoughtful as to give warnings about her traps just yet. Mostly because she's still working on them. Hoping that she could catch game or, even better, whoever or whatever is out there that they haven't been introduced to yet.

Plus, she's convinced that whoever murdered that crew member the previous month was not one of their own. This much she was positive when she found the spears in the stampede not too long ago. With the masks and the storm, though, you can never be too certain.

Red X marks have been placed near her little pet projects. You can either find Rey digging a hole somewhere with a makeshift shovel she's put together, or setting up a wire trap or a tree spring noose made from things she's collected from the jungle and the ship.

Either that, or you may find yourself taking a seven foot plunge down one of those many holes she has made.

III. Oh, To Be An Animal... (Anywhere, After the 17th)

It isn't the first time Rey has encountered subjects of horrific diseases. Hell, at a few points during her tenure aboard the Tranquility, she had been a victim of some of those illnesses.

Suppose it was a matter of time before something like this would happen. After all, they're aliens to this world, introducing new bacteria and such to the wildlife. It's just a surprise that the natives have fallen prey to these mutations first.

One can either be passing by when they happen upon a tree-dome made of wood and metal overhead. There's a noise of frenzied, animalistic screeching coming from the inside. A window opens, and the corpse of one of the sickened creatures come flying out.

After a while, she has come to observe the mannerisms of these afflicted animals, watching their behaviors from a distance. You can also find her lurking among trees -- above or below -- watching one of them ripping into their own faces.

Whether one of them is attacking you, or you stumble upon her putting one of them down... Well, the timing is pretty unfortunate, either way.

The worst part is, it isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened.

She's seen something akin to this before.

And that never bodes well. For anyone.

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It's good that someone is looking after Muscovy. He's much smaller, after all. He could use help. But the right kind. "He'll like something that makes it clear you know he can help with a lot of things."

That's what he'd like. "I think there's still a couple cabinets of those medical blankets. They're scratchy, but we can break them in."

That sounds good, and definitely something that she knows Muscovy would like. She recalls him asking her first why she offered to let him stay with them in the first place, as though there was some ulterior motive when there was none.

"Will... look for something like that." It's just a matter of finding it. But there's still plenty of places to search that hasn't been completely picked off yet. With the instability of the ship, it's not often that people come in here. "There should be, yes. You want to help get some?"

He did say we, after all.

He nods. "We keep letting more people into the treehouse. We'll need more blankets." Obviously they weren't going to turn away Newt's dad's wife. And if Newt's dad could come, then obviously Carolyn could too. "Has Muscovy gotten anyone to give him any weapons yet?"

It was hard enough to convince people he could fight.

"You live in a tree, too?" Rey asks, more impressed and also relieved to see that people are starting to live higher from the ground now. It seems safer than the tents at the base camp, between the stampede and the rhinobear creatures that she had the displeasure of encountering a while back.

While some people would argue against the virtue of arming a child with a weapon, Rey isn't one of those people who needs convincing. Though she hadn't thought of it, now that Gavroche mentions it.

She shrugs, heading into the medical bay. "Don't think so, not yet. Could find something for him here, suppose."

"Not all the time, but we have a place to hide in one if there's an emergency. We started building it really early." Dying once was bad enough. And they didn't know anything about what the dangerous things here could be when they first got here. Even now, they were always finding more.

"Knives are probably best. That way you don't have to worry about finding more bullets." Another thing he knew all too well. "People think we're just kids, but those animals don't."

Dying sucks. As someone who's died many times before and is on her last lifeline, she can understand where Gavroche is coming from in that regard. "It's a smart idea. Can help sometime, if you need anything. Am pretty good at building things."

Having the memories of a former engineer has its benefits, even if she used to get her own identities mixed up on a regular basis.

"Agreed. Knives sound good." That way Firo can help show the kid how to fight better as well. "We're not exactly in the sort of place where we can pick and choose who should know how to fight."

"I'll remember that. I helped build a barricade." He'd had really good ideas too, if he did say so himself. "But houses are a bit different." They needed roofs. That was harder.

"At least someone has figured that out." There's over a year of pent up frustration in that statement. He's been trying to get that across forever. "The worst part is everyone thinks I'm younger than I am."

To most eyes, he probably does look nine or ten. Barely older than Newt or Muscovy. But he's not.

She nods, agreeing. Even for her, it took a few months to effectively build a house, and that was with some help. "Barricades are good, too."

Then she squints. Like Muscovy, Rey is aware that that kid is much older than he appears. Older than her and her other housemate. So she wonders for a moment if Gavroche is anything like that. Either way, she doesn't talk to him like he's a kid this whole time, but just another person. Rey doesn't have much of a concept of differentiating children from adults.

"How old are you, then?"

"At least thirteen. I'm not exactly sure when my birthday is." Eponine was sure he was twelve when they got here, though. So he's going by that. It's been over a year, so thirteen. He'll say fourteen when it's been two. It's easier.

"It was a good barricade." The barricade wasn't the reason things didn't work. If all it took was a good barricade, they would have been fine.

"Don't really know mine, either."

It isn't like she would even know what would constitute as a 'birthday' for her, anyway. The day her 'soul' was created, over one hundred years ago? Or would one consider the day she had been reconstructed and placed into a new body as a day of birth? Suppose it's a little bit of both, if only to make things more complicated?

She blinks. "Was this barricade from before or after you came here?"

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