The New Neverland

[dreamshades]

WHO:EVERYONE (EDIT)
WHERE: Heropa or AKA Neverland
WHEN: January 3rd to 5th
WHAT: The rescuers invade Neverland to end the fiendish Peter Pan's plot
WARNINGS: Death is likely to happen, fighting, swearing, probably just going to be 14+ kind of deal.



The time has come to stop Pan. After posting this to the network Peter has all but challenged the imPorts: either look away and don't bother his paradise or come try and stop him.

Preparation

The jungle stands tall and mighty, a fearful and ominous sight to be seen. One can only hope things go smoothly, but this is Neverland after all, a land of endless possibilities which means endless unknown dangers. Take the time to get ready, plan and storm the jungle....you'll need it.

Entering Neverland
You cross the threshold of Neverland's barrier and everything you once knew has all but changed. Where day use to stand all there is is but a perpetual night. You're not sure how you know this but you get the feeling that despite how many days that may go by in his land time will hold still, day will never come. Dark skies with blinking stars and an eerie moon is but your only light here.

The sights before them are this, a jungle, humid and warm. Where Winter's chill had been has all been snatched away by what would be a mild tropical heat. All there are are trees, vines and large leaves far for the eye can see. It takes only a bit of searching to find sources of water and food a like, but remember not everything may be safe to eat. Careful of thorny vines, for it may be Dreamshade, a deadly poison that inhabits Neverland.

If you manage to find the horizon what appears to be a massive lake of water surrounds the entirety of Neverland where no other land can be seen beyond it. An illusion? Perhaps, but who can say with a curse.

For our heroes, our rescuers this may seem odd if not unsettling. For our cursed? It's nothing new, glorious to some maybe but nothing new.



Riddle me this

Wandering the jungle for Peter's riddles? Continue to do so as they will not be given easily. For Peter has set up challenges that would crush and break the weakest and strongest of hearts alike.


The echo caves
The jungle of Neverland is deep and perilous but none such as the Echo caves. Dark and cavernous holes that go deep into the island, the entrance remains open to all who brave it. How the unlucky stumble across it is different for each. Is that Peter Pan gadding you to come catch him and running inside? Or is it someone you cherish most dear fleeing inside from you? However it happened, inside is damp and dark. The name does not lie for the caves do echo, but not with the sound of your own voice or noises caves make but the voices of others. You hear it in your brain, creeping in like a tangled vine telling you the only way out is to reveal the darkest secret you hold close to your chest, that no one must know. All victims of the cave must say their secret or else be trapped within its walls forever....but not without a catch. Revealing the secret does not simply get you out. For those that you are with now must resist the temptations of the sweet and venomous voices that speak into their ear. They suggest to let their feelings out, to act upon rage or despair or some other hideous feeling towards the secret teller and the secret they held. If all resists though and all secrets let out the secret riddle is spoken and if one has it, the map is unlocked.

The riddle being: I'm separate but close, I am small but I am big.

Dark Hollow
Stumble through the darkness and one would surely find light somewhere, wouldn't they? Perhaps from torch light from Peter's followers? Or even the forever full and silver moon in the sky? But, the further you journey into this part of the jungle, the more the light dies. Light that people conjure also snuff out as quickly as they were lit.

Take a pause to try and get the light back but it only takes a second to look away when they come out. Shadows, living shadows, come out from behind trees and from out of dark corners. They circle like sharks in the water around the victims who so stupidly wandered into their hallow. Welcome, to Peter Pan's den of stolen shadows of unfortunate victims.
They lunge without a thought, attacking and clawing at the people invading this space. They throw sharpened wooden spears, try and grab and throw people into trees and worse off, steal your shadows to add to Pan's collection. They make no sound, only faint and ghostly whooshes accompany them as they fly about. Fight them if you can, but if fire is introduced or a container with a flame they make short work of these evil creatures....and once capture or made to flee they're ghostly whooshes become hollow voices, whispering silently: The only form of rescue they have is a message in a bottle when they are lost but live on me.

The map will be unlocked if it has not already.

Mermaid Lagoon
Water, is a valuable thing to have and in a jungle where it is hard to find? Well, worry no more because a pure spring of the clearest blue water stands before you. Drink, refresh yourselves or just be cautious as with the other dangers of Neverland it doesn't matter. Because the moment you arrive at this spring it's power takes effect.

What use to be foliage and water around you turns to the fears that haunt your very heart. They live and breathe before you, speaking to you, being there before you. It's just like Crane's fear gas all over. Allies may appear to be monsters and what do we do with monsters? The fears are yours and only you can act upon them appropriately.

However, through your own will or the strength of those beside you can help you cut through the dark mirror. When it shatters the fragments of the broken illusion sing to you and you hear the words of a riddle:

I am a horror in which all mortal life makes.

The map will be unlocked if it has not already.

Otherwise you may flee....but you will never hear the shards of of a fear triumphed sing.

Grove of Pixie dust trees
The horrors of Neverland truly never cease, do they? But, rest must be taken if you wish to stop Pan, isn't it? These grove of trees seem nice, don't they? Nothing harmful about them. That would be a naive to think because once more does Neverland play it's evil. The dark magic of this place seeps into your senses, poison that fills the mind and the heart. Shadows of dark and deep regrets that left a wound on your heart that never healed take form here and become solid. It's like a film you relive far too vividly.

The regret may burn in your heart and make you want to flee and you can but the brave face their regrets and admit and accept them. Once you do the regret fades away speaking in the voice of those you let down of the last piece of the riddle:

You may not use me when you think, but you're awfully glad I'm there.

But, you should run, who wants to face their regrets? It'll just mean Pan can keep his paradise.

For the cursed
But these troubles and riddles are for those pesky Rescuers. Peter's cursed victims will have been informed to stop the Rescuers from making it to these locations.

Other things to do

Shadows like in the Hallow roam the island.
They appear as any other person, someone you love, miss or anyone under the sun. They may find you heroes, you rescuers, they may not but if they do they have things to say. The shadows will try and make the Rescuers despair or they will ask for you to leave Neverland with them to go home. The lies they say sound convincing and they'll offer a hand for you to flee with them. Take it, and the shadow will smile evilly and begin to try and rip your shadow from you so you may join the pile of Peter's victims and have your shadow join his fold. Having friends will help ignore the shadow's influence or perhaps they can just go the forward route and just shoot it.


The hunt is on
Lost Children and Peter's employees you have an important task of hunting the defectors, Cursed adults and children not affiliated with Pan, and the Rescuers themselves. For fun or for duty of course. Cursed imPorts are armed with their own own powers and weapons with dreamshade, a lethal poison that will kill they are a force to be reckoned with, otherwise all the regular citizens who had been cursed will only have bow and arrows, swords, spears, and other primitive like dipped in the fatal dreamshade. The poison can be cured but only with plenty of healing or the waters of Neverland on deadman's peak. Be wary of them dear Rescuers because you may stumble upon on of the camps Peter's Children or employees have.


Stir the memories
It's only a matter of time until you run into someone you knew. However you found one of the cursed, coming across their camp, in the wilderness, however it is only a matter of time. If a rescuer's connection is deep with the cursed old memories may surface a bit and cause conflict inside the other. It's not enough to break the curse but maybe it's enough to for them to side with our dear heroes...or fight harder against them.

Campsites
Like the music Peter's played before there are camps that play the same entrancing music. Far stronger than it was over the network it compels you to come join in the fun, rescuers. Forget your troubles and just have fun and dance...but be aware that if you stay too long you'll be dragged away and locked up. Resisting is possible but are you capable of doing that.

However, with our dear cursed individuals this is your respite from the hunt. Peter may be here to talk with you, to reassure or to plot. But, this is also your time to socialize with your cohorts and remember how much you enjoy Neverland.

MISC
Anything and everything goes in this section. Come up with things to do in Neverland. A breather, a fight, your own plans whatever you make of it. Just remember to keep it in the confines of Neverland.

(OOC:Update: Information on the plot here, the plot is now open to everyone. Details may be found here as to why.)

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Kaneda Shotaro | OTA

[rassera]

one;

[Kaneda had given everyone who wanted to strike Heropa an hour’s notice before he advanced on Pan’s proverbial kingdom. And with that hour passed, it’s safe to say that he kept his word, stocking up on everything that could ruin Pan’s day and doing the one thing he knew he could do: run. His feet never failed him, and with Heropa under the spell it was, it made for some rough terrain. Forests were still new to him. Give him a road, anything in a city and he could run through it with ease. Neo Tokyo wasn’t kind with the traffic, and Nonah had proved to be a piece of cake in comparison. Trees, dirt, sticks and leaves didn’t have the same feel to them, and had he not have to chase Inuyasha through them, he would have been fully unprepared.

But that’s just it--he’d done this before. And he’d never admit that he was thanking the stupid dog demon from the bottom of his heart. His boots hit the ground hard, powering him through the rubble of what was remaining of Heropa, and the forested ground that Pan had changed it into. Powered by the adrenaline that had replaced his blood, he grabs a branch, swinging from it to jump over one of the overturned trees that lay in his path.

Everyone else would just have to keep up.]



two;

[Kaneda was never good at sitting still. He was always moving, and when he wasn’t, he was fidgeting until he could. Which is why having to stop for a breather still has him itching to just take off running again. He knew he couldn’t--not everyone would keep up with him, and he’s sure he’d burn out well before he got to Pan. Ken kept an eye on him for that, making sure he’d drink water, eat something to keep his blood sugar up.

Because that’s certainly not what he’s thinking about right now.

But even bullets have to stop eventually, and it makes for a very frustrated Kaneda. With his whole army behind him, he stands at the edge of the lagoon, trying to get his bearings. He doesn’t trust a single thing in this jungle, and should anyone step forward to get a drink from it, he’ll be the first to hold a hand out to block their way.

Glaring at the water as if it was challenging him by existing.

And that’s when the lagoon takes him up on that, releasing the same gripping fear from those trees and foliage that he felt at the August Swear-in. A familiar, but not at all welcome feeling. And he can feel the tendrils of fear wrapping around his heart, his body taking a step back as he tries his damn hardest to fight it down. Push that fear down like he always has.

Blood pumped through his veins, eyes were shot open wide, and then…

That voice speaks, the riddle caught in his ears like a chilling whisper.]


three;

[It feels like hours since he first made his way into the forest with everyone that had showed up at Heropa’s porter. And he probably isn’t all that far off, which means he’d been making progress for that amount of time. But even his legs have to give a little, and there comes a point where they can’t go on, not without getting a moment’s rest. Water, food...unsurprisingly were still needed even when you’re running on adrenaline and anger.

It’s about the only time Kaneda’s kept still, sitting with his back against a tree and munching on some of that chocolate Ken had packed for him. Lost in his thoughts unless someone’s going to break that silence.

If you’re looking for conversation, now’s as good of a time as any.]

one

[thelimitdoesnotexist]

[Why did he join Kaneda's calvary? He supposed it was about this matter of 'right and wrong'. That's what he kept telling himself. Maybe that's why he's more than chaffed that Tetsuo hadn't met justice the right way. And that seeing him die like that made the human look more vulnerable...empathetic.

He'd never understand Kaneda's dedication to that violent unstable concoction known as Tetsuo. It was like he had a bond to the other human, like he believed something about him.

It was uncomfortable. What better way to get rid of such unwanted feelings than join on a semi-violent crusade?

This terrain felt more like home to one Pokemon. The uneven terrain, the wild tangled flora. But it didn't feel completely right. Must have something to do with that Pan.

Mewtwo floated in, this time with no disguise, just a cloak. Immediately coming in, he noticed the human's unfamiliarity with the terrain. He can't fight just a little superior grin before settling back into his usual serious demeanor. Humans. The pokemon has no problem keeping up with the enthusiastic human.

< You seem determined. >]

[rassera]

[By now, the idea that you can have a conversation in your head with someone has become somewhat natural to him. It doesn't even phase Kaneda, in a way, when Mewtwo pops up alongside him as he runs, body fueled by adrenaline and anger.

And while the jungle was uneven terrain, and Kaneda wasn't as experienced with it, he found a way--he never stopped running.]

< He killed Tetsuo. He's going to pay for that. >

sort of 3; U READY FOR A FIGHT YOUNG MAN

[whathawksdo]

Mm, not sure I'd take a break here, were I you.

[ If Kaneda had thought he was going to get that moment of silence, a moment of rest, a moment of anything at all generally good, he's in for a huge disappointment. Not that this is readily apparent, as who it is that appears leaning against the other side of the same tree, is someone he knows. Someone he'd been on friendly terms with, before.

Hawke didn't even make a sound when she came up out of, well, who knows where, to take up space on the opposite end of that trunk, but here she is! Arms idly folded as she leans against it, head turned as if to look around to where he is. Obviously she can't. Being on opposite sides obstructs the view, which plays more to her advantage. What Hawke doesn't realize is the curse has given her not only a personality shift, but a costume change, too. Staff still intact (too magical in itself to be altered easily), but her clothes has gone from whatever normal person clothing she'd had to a dark grey leather gear, the collar of it trimmed with fur and a red hood to pull over her head. Some armor remains, a throwback to her real Champion outfit, black metal with wicked points and hooks for one arm and covering her boots. Rather than any kind of cloak, she had a long coat with tails extending from under where it's belted close at her waist, the inside trim as red as her hood.

And speaking of red, why, that's certainly something that looks rather bloody smeared across her nose, but... that could just be paint, right? Ha ha, yeah, totally paint.

Although, that may mean little to Kaneda himself. The poor boy's never seen her outfitted for a fight before, much less aware of where her real power lies. ]

Pan's cronies are really crawling out all over the place.

[ Despite being one herself, of course, not that she'll say as much off the bat. Besides, she sounds cheerful enough. What could possibly go wrong? ]

[rassera]

[Kaneda's never scrambled to his feet so fast in his life, and that's saying something, considering how he's had to dodge falling space debris for one (1) time in his life. But that voice is familiar, and not one he's heard over the feed in the last 24 hours. There's a quick walk around the tree, hand on his holster holding the blue and purple gun that lay by his right armpit, ready to draw if need be. After all, this place was full of tricks, and he wasn't about to die here. Not before he got a good hit at Pan.

The outfit is foreign to him--he can't exactly place who this is by looks alone. With the armour, the hood, and the almost...'wicked' look she's sporting, it's hard to peg this as anyone friendly.

The voice is unmistakable, though.]

Hawke!

[That smile instantly appears, as if doubt had never crossed his face.

Boy is he glad to see you in a place like this!! You almost had him worried there, for a second. The hand lowers itself from that gun, spreading out wide in relief.

The outfit? Clearly she had just geared up to kick Pan's ass.]

3

[resipiscent]

[When he meets Kaneda he's got a few slices along his arms, courtesy of sticks and leaves, but nothing life-threatening. He's been lucky enough to avoid the dreamshade, though he'd probably try to avoid thorns either way. There's a wound on his scalp, too, something he's already closed with Cure, but it's stained his hair, matting that part of it to the side of his head.

Riku doesn't say anything, just settles heavily beside him, shrugging his backpack off and digging through it. The Keyblade disappears from the spot he dropped it, and after a moment he sets a little box down next to Kaneda's leg -- it's more bullets, as ordered. There's a second one, too, these ones different than the other ones.

Once that's done, he lets out a sigh, then digs in the little front pouch on his pack and pulls out... a peppermint. That goes into his mouth and then he's looking up from the backpack to Kaneda's face.]

Looks like you're in one piece.

[rassera]

[When Riku shows up, Kaneda's heart couldn't have been lighter if he tried. There's something about seeing him show up--maybe the fact that whenever he did, he always was there to bring relief--that made his mind more at ease. He notices the cuts, and the blood, but also knows that if Riku was in need of extreme medical attention, he would've healed himself by now.

Kaneda sits up straight when that bag drops by him, hands immediately snatching the bullets when they're set down. As if they'd disappear if they were left out too long.]

Same to you.

Run into some old friends?

[There's a certain bitterness with that. Because...well, he certainly has.]

two

[rideme]

[This is familiar. Charging through the wilderness after an enemy is familiar. Kicking ass out of the way, fighting their way to a goal. That's how things should be. That helps him get hi mind off crap.]

[Because you've got other people to watch out for, in these situations. Other than yourself.]

[He draws up beside the kid, his hammer slung over a shoulder, face scrunched up in a frown.]

Going to guess and say throwing rocks into it's a bad idea, huh?

[rassera]

[He doesn't even get surprised by Bull's appearance at his back. When you learn to trust someone, you didn't really have to check to see where they were. Bull was right there behind him as always, and that's how he'd accepted it.

An iron fist to go with this right and left hand.]

It's a little TOO perfect, don't you think?


Like it wants you to drink from it.

3

[matadorable]

[While taking on his Remembered form, rest and food become luxuries, rather than necessities, for Manolo. This is probably the longest he's stayed like this, so even he's a bit surprised by all this stamina in his strange skeleton-y body.

Still, he won't begrudge anyone else the need to rest, and he patiently sits just a short distance away from Kaneda, guitar perched in his lap. Idly, he plays a few notes, then pauses to tune a couple of strings. Before he can help himself, he starts to play a gentle melody.

Anyone who's heard him before may notice the distinct lack of ranchera elements in this piece...but that's only because this is an arrangement Manolo himself put together by ear during the Christmas holiday while painstakingly deconstructing, piece by piece, a certain song he'd heard for the first time not long after arriving in Heropa, and translating it into the beautiful language of his guitar. Though the song itself originally came from someone else, Manolo still put a piece of himself into this particular rendition, which comes through in the tender feelings he pours into every note.

Anyone listening may feel the gentle rhythm uncoil any tension in their muscles -- along with a warm reassurance that, no matter what may come, their group can at least take comfort in one another's steady, quiet presence.]

[rassera]

[He had to admit, for as much of a shock as it was to see Manolo walk up like that, it certainly did come with perks. Not having to sleep or eat except for when you wanted to? What people would give for that power. Then again, looking like a skeleton probably was the downside to that. Cue his shocked expression when Manolo had walked up.

But unlike Manolo, Kaneda had to rest, as much as he wanted to deny it. His feet were reliable, and he'd practically ran the whole way here, but even he has to stop once in awhile. And he's paying for it now, the throbbing ache in his legs now becoming apparant.

Funny, he hadn't noticed it before.


But the strum of a guitar is heard, eyes traveling over a short distance away to where Manolo is. A twist of the pegs on the guitar, and a few more strums, and there it was--Manolo's voice carrying through the nearby air. It wasn't his usual style, not the same one he danced to in Manolo's room not too long ago. But the voice was the same, and the guitar too, and it was enough for him to close his eyes at the familiarity.

He could feel the pain lifting up from his body like a ghost, as if it has never been there at all. Aches turned into a thing of the past, and the throbbing dulled down to stiffness, which he could easily stretch out.

With that, and the assurance the words seem to give him, he leans one hand on his knee, resting his chin in its palm to let himself drift away for one second.


Maybe...maybe he could listen for just a few moments.]

1

[shuckit]

[ running, thomas knows. more than anything else - telepathy, science, fighting, all of it. running for hours on end through rough terrain, thomas can absolutely do, so if there's ever a challenge that's just 'run as long and as hard as you can', he's got that one down, at least. comes with the whole runner of the maze, thing, you feel? also, running through a desert for two weeks. and hiking in snow. all that. but after living in the glade, he knows forest and natural terrain well enough too.

if no one else keeps up with kaneda, thomas definitely does, and probably looks pretty chill doing it. ]

There's a range on Pan's power canceling klunk. [ he starts up, after they go leaping over that log, thomas's backpack strapped tight to him, rations and tools secured within and weapons strapped to his person. ] If we can lure some of the cursed people out of it, I can get into their heads. See if it'll give us anything to go on with Pan.

[ as he runs, thomas reaches out with one of the knives he borrowed from Kaneda and slashes a mark into the trees they pass. he has his mental blueprint power here, but if pan flies into range again, that'll be useless. call it a runner habit. ]

[rassera]

[It's nice, though, having someone who's not only as fast as he is, but with the experience of going through rougher terrain. The city was easy once you learned it. It rarely changed, and everything was so concrete (no pun intended). The jungle, any kind of wilderness, really, was unpredicatable, and Kaneda's feet aren't as accustomed to it as he'd like. He trips every now and then, but not enough to actually fall. A stumble or two before regaining his speed.

He'd get good at this with enough practice.

Just consider now practice time.]

You think they're all linked up to the same network? Like...a bunch of tin-cans-with-string, but just for them?

[He follows Thomas's lead on this, getting Sabriel's knife she gave him out of his pocket, slashing the next one. Runners habit or not, it was a good plan.]

1!

[biteouttagrimes]

[ Rick is there, just like he said he'd be. And it's hard not to let his natural instinct kick in -- to take charge and lead the way so he could be the shield for whatever it is they're walking into. But this is Kaneda's fight. Tetsuo is Kaneda's brother. And the revenge is all his to have. Rick's just there to make sure Kaneda comes out in one piece.

He arrives at the area and then offers a single supportive nod, letting that be enough for now as they walk into the magic barrier.

And what they're faced with is surprising. The forests and greenery -- areas far too familiar to Rick because he and his group traveled through many. He walks, making as little noise as possible, his eyes sweeping their surroundings and he listens for anything approaching -- any threat that might try to sneak up on them.

The atmosphere here feels wrong. ]

Got eagle vision, sharpshootin', an' I can make a forcefield barrier. Those're my powers. Can act as a sniper for you if I can get someplace high. Won't miss the target.

[rassera]

[When he originally made that callout, he'd expected people to respond, but just how many had really astounded him. Some were surprises, and some were just...second nature. Rick, even before Carl had assured him that he'd see it, was one of the ones that Kaneda was sure would leap to Tetsuo's aid.

Tetsuo had done the same for him, and Rick had loyalties as deep as theirs.

And with Rick at his side as he steps into the barrier, his eyes harden, noticing just how much jungle there was. Great--terrain he wasn't expecting to see, and didn't want.

Inuyasha was a godsend right now. That stupid dog taking off with his dog whistle was a good use of an afternoon, now.]

Think I can put you as lookout? Sabriel's got something in mind for setting up camps, but magic might not be our best bet in there.

[Because foreign magic in your forest is an instant homing beacon.]

three;

[amadaman]

Hey.

[Ken hasn't been healing anybody thus far unless they were heavily injured. He has enough bandages to wrap a mummy with, but right now he's pulling a box of Band-aids out of his bag as he drops down next to Kaneda, along with a couple other things: a tube of Neosporin and a pack of alcohol wipes. He makes quick work of the cut that's on Kaneda's face. In a place like this, it's best to prevent infection as much as possible.]

How are you doing?

[rassera]

[Kaneda may have been a bit spoiled by the healings he's gotten over the past few months. But with things like small cuts and lacerations, they can't waste their strength on a full heal for that.

That doesn't stop him from hissing when Ken puts that Neosporin on his face, leaning his head away as if that would keep the stinging away.]


I'm fine.

[As good as can be expected, anyway.]

You holding up?

2!

[assays]

[It was inevitable that outsiders would come to try and take Peter down. She's been in a conflict before, but it felt so much more personal here. Peggy headed in the direction of the lagoon to seek out anyone who was trespassing and to prevent them from solving the riddle.

She spots Kaneda from her vantage point just a short distance away from the lagoon. If Peggy played this right she could easily get the upper hand on him. Her strategy was to act like she was a part of his group in the hopes of learning their plans. Of course the lagoon might be interfering with his mind right now but Peggy had to try.]

Thank goodness!

[Peggy feigns breathless as she jogs up closer to him and stops, pretending that she needed a rest.]

I got lost and I didn't know where I was going.

[rassera]

[The whispers wouldn't leave Kaneda's head. While he didn't normally get frightened, often shoving down his fears to deal with later (never) instead of now, the fact that they never stopped was starting to really weigh down on him. And here, it's a struggle.

He's no good at riddles, and that just adds to the anxiety. He can't figure it out--if he can't figure it out, how's he supposed to stop Pan? How's he supposed to avenge Tetsuo's death if he can't even do this?


But the voice rings through the air--a familiar one, and it briefly snaps him out of his haze.]

Peggy?

[He sees her stumble out of the jungle, holding his hand up so she avoids that lagoon, at least for a split second of clarity before that icy feeling tries to take him again.]

Is it really you?

[And not crazy?]

three

[bestsword]

[He'd shown up, planning to meet Wash to help with whatever was happening but found this place instead of Heropa.

So far, he hadn't found anyone he was looking for. So he sees Kaneda, recognizes him from video posts and those smartass comments about red team (shit did Kaneda know the rest of red team was gone?) and steps up in his full armor.]

Pretty sure chocolate's not gonna replinish your strength that well.

[rassera]

[The armour's unfamiliar, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't close a hand around one of his guns at first. After Kazu's attack, and then Hawke's betrayal, he's a little suspicious of people approaching with friendly tones and friendlier faces.

But Tucker seems normal, unaffected at least. And he's inside the camp. There's no way he could've gotten by Sabriel's and Thomas's senses.

So the guard drops, taking a look at the chocolate in question.]

A twelve-year-old packed my lunch.

[It's not wrong.]

3

[112ounces]

Kaneda.

[ Carl is more at home with the woods. He treats his supplies more sparely - especially where they are with a group of people who may are not used to take care of themselves when surviving on spare supplies. ]

How are you holding up?

[rassera]

Kar-

[Damn, that name's just another to add to the list of names he can't say.]

Hey.

[He'll scoot over a little to make room for him against that tree as he unzips that bag of his, rummaging through it.]

Well, can't really lie. The jungle fuckin' sucks.

three(ish)

[maglevflash]

[She's surprised she found them again. She'd split off after getting Peter's stupid map, figuring that if they could get the clues simultaneously, they'd be able to find him faster. She doesn't regret the decision, but she could definitely use a reprieve in the company of people she knows won't try to kill her.

She spots Kaneda and makes her way over to him. This whole thing had hit him the hardest and she understands. Pan thought it shouldn't matter, because they revive here, but Gogo doesn't think that makes a violent death any less traumatizing. Especially for someone who means as much as Tetsuo does to Kaneda.

Slowing sitting next to him, Gogo digs out her map and drops it in his lap. Surprisingly the lagoon wasn't even the worst the island had to offer so far.]

You'll get him, you know. We'll make sure of it.

tres

[sidecars]

[ Suddenly Bucky plops an energy bar on Kaneda's lap. ]

Eat something that's actually gonna keep you genki, pal.