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wildestlogs2021-12-02 12:23 pm
hallelujahjunction) wrote in wildestlogs2021-12-02 12:23 pm
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And the Sky, It Opens Up Like Candy [Closed]
Who: Dan and Ace
What: Dan and Ace bring home the bacon.
Where: The woods in the perimeter of the camp.
When: The morning after the town hall.
Warnings/Notes: Potentially animal death, definitely swearing and alcohol use.
Dan does things. That's the universal constant; to Dan, activity, any kind of activity, is like walking into a smokey room and blowing it all out of the way, only the room is his cluttered, dark, damp mind. Right now, it's clogged with all sorts of things: embarrassment at what happened on the network, ugly old memories of incidents he'd rather forget, the arguments he wishes he'd made instead of the arguments he did make, and a deep, deep sadness.
None of these are things that are worth his time, so he's off to being useful - and while hunting pheasants he stumbled across some tracks. He followed them as far as he could, but the boar walked across a quarry and while Dan's tracking skills are keen, there are some places that a wild creature just won't leave any traces.
So he heads back to camp, and he approaches the first person he sees whom he knows has enhanced senses of smell and hearing.
"Hey, Ace. Want to help me put some pork on the menu?"
What: Dan and Ace bring home the bacon.
Where: The woods in the perimeter of the camp.
When: The morning after the town hall.
Warnings/Notes: Potentially animal death, definitely swearing and alcohol use.
Dan does things. That's the universal constant; to Dan, activity, any kind of activity, is like walking into a smokey room and blowing it all out of the way, only the room is his cluttered, dark, damp mind. Right now, it's clogged with all sorts of things: embarrassment at what happened on the network, ugly old memories of incidents he'd rather forget, the arguments he wishes he'd made instead of the arguments he did make, and a deep, deep sadness.
None of these are things that are worth his time, so he's off to being useful - and while hunting pheasants he stumbled across some tracks. He followed them as far as he could, but the boar walked across a quarry and while Dan's tracking skills are keen, there are some places that a wild creature just won't leave any traces.
So he heads back to camp, and he approaches the first person he sees whom he knows has enhanced senses of smell and hearing.
"Hey, Ace. Want to help me put some pork on the menu?"