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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.

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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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"I almost stepped in this one." So, at least it wasn't super obvious, but Rue's also used to making sure she doesn't step in someone else's trap. A person can be stuck waiting in the snow for a long, long time before a patrol or one of the hunters comes by. And a lot of that time is spent praying and hoping that it's the right patrol or hunter.

Watch where you fuckin' step is the moral of the story here.

"It's a good plan. We could probably use more perimeter defense, and one that doubles as a chance for something that isn't green for dinner is definitely a smart move." Rue dips her chin a little, assessing. "You got another move planned?"

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"Oh. Apologies." It's good that she didn't, at least. The traps aren't deep enough to cause any major damage to a living thing, but one little misstep and one could easily sprain an ankle or something.

She mulls over the question for a moment, and then nods.

"Other than the traps? Been scouting the perimeter to see if it's possible to stretch or break the tether, or find a gap in it. Whoever or whatever is out there, think they're farther beyond our reach. Don't like that."

No doubt if there are other people in this jungle, they don't suffer the same symptoms that they do when straying too far from the ship, which puts them at a disadvantage. Leaves them vulnerable. Rey would rather not be open to that if she can help it.

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"I'm sure some of the science nerds have thought about what kind of impact a group of people this size can have on the environment when we're kind of encouraged to stay within such a compact space, relatively speaking. It's probably not a good thing." She's a computer wizard, not an ecology expert.

Rue looks around with a thoughtful expression. "I can't help but wonder why this planet hasn't already been terraformed into oblivion and converted into luxury condos for Prime Minister Whitemane or whatever." But that's a mystery that'll give her a headache. There are much more immediate problems. "Why couldn't we have crashed outside a resort and spa?"

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"Have wondered that as well, if perhaps our arrival may have had some influence on the recent health changes in the wildlife."

Part of what has made her efforts of capture more difficult was the fact that most of her potential meals were too disease-ridden to eat. And so far she hasn't caught any sign of their would-be fellow inhabitants, either.

Rey's mouth tightens as she listens to Rue's musings. "Well, considering the Miraxian Triad hasn't come for us or their ship after all of these months, think it's safe to assume that we've jumped back out of their range again." And with the ship in its condition, she wonders if the Tranquility is even traceable from space anymore. "Would've been considerate if we'd landed somewhere nicer, though. Either way, suppose it's better than the alternative."

The alternative being abducted by a corrupt government, that is.

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"Amen to that." While she may miss the creature comforts of home, she went without those for a very long time before she arrived here even, and she's used to the whole being hunted by a corrupt government thing. The mutated wildlife she could really do without, however.

"I don't know. If the jumps are her attempts at escape, then maybe she thinks something's still coming." As if she's on good speaking terms with the murder vessel from hell. "But we'll blow that bridge up when we come to it."

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Creature comforts are still a relatively odd concept to Rey, at least for what most people would consider luxurious living. Which isn't surprising, for someone who's perfectly content with sleeping on the floor or beside a wall while sitting upright. She is at least a creature of simple pleasures.

At Rue's analogy, Rey just scoffs. She's pretty equipped to handle blowing things up. "Perhaps. Would rather hope not though, for our sake. We're even more ill prepared to handle another situation like that than we were the last time."

With the ship in its current condition and the shuttles hardly accessible, they're sitting ducks in this place.

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Undoubtedly. It's a thought that should be unsettling to anybody who was aboard the Tranquility before she fell to the planet. And even those who weren't there should still be able to grasp the concept, even if they don't have the entire context for why that would absolutely not be a welcomed rescue. Rue is unconvinced that it would be anything other than a slaughter.

"If we're lucky, they'll never think to look for a crash site like this." Rue shrugs her shoulders. Either Van Rijn's people will come, or they won't. There isn't a whole lot more they can do to prepare themselves that they aren't already attempting to do. The survivors of this wreck have a lot of balls in the air here. "Do you want any help with any of this?"

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"If we're lucky. Not that we've a track record for luck."

Though, having survived a forced jump through space and avoiding the capture of a government that probably wanted to experiment on them? That's pretty damned lucky, and it's not something that Rey is unthankful for. She would much rather be out here in a goddamned jungle than in a cell somewhere, locked up and waiting to be cut open. She's dealt with enough of that before, thank you very much.

Then she hesitates, and nods, holding up her two-fingered hand. "Some help would be nice. This makes work a little difficult sometimes."