art_of_war: (94)
Grand Admiral Thrawn ([personal profile] art_of_war) wrote in [community profile] revivalproject2019-09-14 05:40 pm

Open Log

Who: Thrawn and You
What: Exploring and scavenging
When: Right after his arrival
Where The square, around the settlement, the forest
Warnings: None anticipated



The square

Thrawn was dressed in ceremonial white mixed with a makeshift bow strapped across his back, an equally makeshift canteen hanging from one shoulder, and a wicked-looking though also makeshift spear. All of that is juxtaposed with blue skin and glowing red eyes. He had not cut the sleeves off of his jacket yet but if the climate stayed humid he may be forced to.

At the moment that canteen strap was still hanging off one shoulder but instead, Thrawn held it as he bent over the fountain refilling it. It seemed to be the only source of water right now, so the first task would be finding another. Preferably one that wasn't also a common landmark. He also intended to find fruit in the forest and by its nature, it was more likely to be near a water source.

Around the settlement

Thrawn stopped to consider a sign with arrows pointing in many directions with symbols etched into it. Obviously, they are meant to be markers of some sort. But for what? They have arrived recently around the settlement so they are meant to aid. But who put them here and why such a varied group has been brought here in the first place is still mysterious to him. It's a good thing Thrawn enjoys solving mysteries.

Eventually, Thrawn left off puzzling over the sign and crossed what appeared to be a lot that was adjacent to an overgrown storefront. There had been several useful things inside of abandoned stores like these so Thrawn intended to look in all of them.

The forest

Focusing on the fruits and tubers that had been offered in the initial buffet proved to be a tall order. There was a great deal of vegetation - which helped to indicate local weather patterns - but the bag Altair had made only had a few of the rootlike vegetables in it. The sun was setting, but Thrawn seemed to be having no difficulty with the lengthening shadows.

He was charmed by plants that became more luminous as night fell. Some were glowing in different colors but the ones shaded a vibrant blue drew his attention. Following a tendril that was reaching up a different wide stem to where the tendril began and the plant it started with, led to some sort of natural well. Unfortunately, it was so choked with plants it wasn't accessible. But the glowing plant did lead to another plant with several hanging fruits, some ripe enough to pick.
complicatedliar: (totally not up to something)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2019-09-20 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Not a Jotun, Loki reminds himself firmly. At least the man doesn't sound anything like one either. "Good luck to you then. It's all very... picked over." He snorts. "Though If you spot anything bathtub-like, do let me know. I'm working on a project with a... friend."

He can almost feel Vision's crogglement from here. What a relaxing thought.
complicatedliar: (giggley)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2019-09-23 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
He laughs. "I am sorry to hear the bathing technology in your universe is so sadly lacking."

The true signs of civilization as far as he's concerned: Books, sufficiently advanced mathematics, and decent bathing facilities. "It would certainly be more communally pleasant if everyone smelled a bit less... natural... anyway."
complicatedliar: (Default)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2019-09-28 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Barely the blink of an eye." Time is a relative thing, after all. "A pleasant enough few days...though the days are long, haven't you found?"
complicatedliar: (sideeyeing 2)

[personal profile] complicatedliar 2019-10-09 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Though the gravity doesn't seem to be bothering anyone," Loki remarks. Slow rotational period, most likely. Or they're in a physics-defying realm like Asgard and that's just how things happen to be. He makes a mental note to go about measuring the curvature of the planet (assuming it has one) when he's next bored.

"Metal." No reason to hide it, even if he isn't necessarily going to be one hundred percent frank as to what he'll be doing with it. "Of a suitable grade to be melted and reforged into more useful tools. Though ideally, I hope to find some of those tools already made and not rusted out. Sewing needles in particular would be fine, as we all seem to have arrived with but one set of clothes and I have now become acquainted with the resident tailor."