EVENT: FIRST CONTACT ▒ RELEASE ▒ JANUARY 18

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Basecamp.
WARNINGS: Discussion of abduction.
SUMMARY: In the early morning hours, the passengers and crew of the Tranquility regain some of the souls lost to them.
NOTES: First event log for the January modplot!

J A N U A R Y   1 8 The first sign of activity are the bright, white lights that banish the very, very early morning gloom towards the eastern-most side of the camp. A huddle of ten silhouettes have emerged from the treeline, human-shaped and ordinary. Some are empty handed, and others are laden with bundles. (To the perception of those returning, camp has changed. There are walls in the process of being built. A new aura of unfriendliness. It's hard to see past the lights shining into their eyes, exposing them to scrutiny. The gifts of fur pelts, fruit, and primitive weaponry are distributed among them, with the idea of gift printed firmly in their minds.) There is little in the way of delay in permitting them entry. They are shown within the boundaries of basecamp, and as sunrise only just begins to tinge the sky, a buzz of activity is already humming through camp. Although details of their ordeal will take time to circulate, the returning passengers and crewmembers will have with them a message, and that is, the outlying camp would like to invite five of them, corresponding with a set of necklaces amongst the gifts, to a meeting at sundown at a nearby camp, north of basecamp. There is much to talk about. N O T E S More information can be found in the January modplot post. Any questions and queries can also be directed there. The second event post, First Contact: Diplomacy, will be up tomorrow and available to volunteers still to be selected. Until then, please feel free to OOC plot and ICly discuss approach.

Comments

[hairrands]

Coming from anyone else, AJ might not believe it, but from Carlisle, she's beginning to. "Alright... then stay in the clear for a while." That, of course, is her way of dismissing herself from the conversation. She slips away, finding a place at the back of the crowd to watch the goings-on without getting involved with anyone or anything else. As much as she hates to admit it, being around this milling crowd still feels safer than being out beyond the walls, and she doesn't want that jeopardized at any cost.

[tongueamok]

As AJ heads off, Carlisle watches her, waiting for that unkempt mess of black hair to completely vanish into the crowd before turning and heading off in the opposite direction, uttering under his breath as he attempts to find the ice giant in the crowd again.

"Hmph. Are you going to stay put -- I'm not a child, but I'll be damned if I'm going to stay here and be treated like a test subject."

He was well-behaved... but only reasonably, and only most of the time. This, clearly, was not one of those times.