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[pylean_cow]

Fred's wanted to go to the other island ever since she'd first heard it existed. Of course, there'd been the problem of her not really leaving the compound the entire first month she'd been in that dimension, and then spending a lot of time after that trying to get the bookshelf to give her anything but coloring books, romance novels, or

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[a_royal_bastard]

Alistair had jumped at the chance for a bit of adventure when it was offered to him. It wasn't as though he disliked the quiet life - on the contrary, he much preferred it over getting arrows shot at him and having to dodge swords - but that didn't mean he didn't miss the traveling aspect a little from time to time. This trip, he was sure, was just the thing for him.

"I can do that," he announced when the suggestion was made, as he'd been a bit useless up until then. Duncan rose, sensing Alistair was going somewhere. "I think I saw some fallen wood as we approached here. Do you think an armful would be enough?"

[coercive]

Having always possessed something of a scientific mind, Adelle is initially attracted to the expedition for all the reasons one might expect, but once she first lays eyes on their apparent leader, the trip takes on an entirely different purpose. She isn't Clyde Randolph or Dr. Saunders, she isn't even Whiskey. If she is an imprint at all - and despite any evidence to the contrary, Adelle is inclined to believe that which she knows best - it isn't one she has ever interacted with before

[weary_head]

Dean didn't know why he was here.

He knew what he was telling himself. That he needed a break, that Neil needed a break from his hovering, that pretty much everyone needed a break from the sadbastard face Dean had been wearing for months now, but did that really warrant coming all the way over to this island?

There were a few in the group that yes, probably were going to need some looking after should the island deliver its typical, unexpected dangers, but there were fighters in the group. He didn't need to be here, but he had to admit, sitting back at the campsite, looking up to an eyeful of stars, it felt nice. Like some kind of holiday he'd stolen and hoarded all for himself.

He really should help with the firewood, and he would. Any minute now...

[fakejaded]

It had just been a whim. Britta got restless easily, always had, and the island was a stark reminder of how long it had been since she'd just picked up and gone somewhere or at least had the ability to really consider it before proving too lazy or uncertain to bother. All kinds of exciting things were going on now and she'd been bored lately, but she still might have ignored that whim if Jeff hadn't made it exceedingly clear that joining the expedition would be monumentally idiotic on her part.

She almost wished she'd listened, because she didn't really feel she was much help after all, but she couldn't give him the satisfaction of entertaining that thought for more than a moment. "I don't see why it wouldn't be," she said to Alistair, unable to help voicing an opinion even when she had no solid criteria for forming one. "I mean, how much wood does it take to make a fire, right?"

[weary_head]

Dean moved as quickly as he dared, darting beneath the thick canopy, around trees and over logs, until at last, by the time he burst into another clearing, the only shrieks remaining were their own.

His makeshift torch was almost out, and Dean used the last of its light to grab up a few promising sticks for kindling, checking the other members of the group as he dashed around. "Everybody okay? Nobody foaming at the mouth yet, right?"

[fakejaded]

"Not yet," Britta answered, hand pressed to her chest as she caught her breath. She wasn't entirely convinced they wouldn't any minute now, not that she'd been bitten. Were scratches enough to pass on disease? She was pretty sure they were, but she wasn't certain if she'd been caught by monkeys or low-lying branches as they ran. Still, she kept her tone wry as she looked back at the others to be sure they were all there. "Just a matter of time. What just happened?"

[tricksthetreat]

"We got out asses handed to us by a pack of monkeys, that's what happened." And if Trixa sounded pissed about that, she sure as hell was. She'd gotten chased through the forest by little simians hell-bent on kicking the crap out of her.

When did she stop being the alpha? Animals used to recognize her as a predator, and now she was... running through the forest from monkeys.

"Did anyone see evidence of a nest? Were we in their territory or something?"

[pylean_cow]

"Even if we did, I don't think monkeys normally attack in packs like that," Fred replies, and now that they're stationary, drops her pack to the ground to try and take a real inventory of what all was stolen or destroyed. She sets the game down next to it.

"Maybe it's some kind of crazy, island-dimensional magic. That's not implausible."