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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:10 pm
Lily headed directly for the beach bar, and finds the bar in an interesting state. There is still alcohol there, though some is sitting in pools of water, while others are sitting in what would now be a non-functioning cooling system (whatever that may be.)
She picks up several bottles, and eyes the melted ice around the bar- fresh water this close is good. She nods, and makes several trips back and fourth from the bar gathering up alcohol- taking her time so she doesn't drop any- the sand may not smash them, but hitting each other would. This, of course, would be bad because it wasted the alcohol, she's in bare feet, and she feels she's smashed enough glass lately.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:18 pm
Not being the kind of girl to shy away from manual labor, Antony soon returned with bundles of sizeable driftwood over each of her shoulders. She could always go back for larger chunks when the fire was good and started.
Grunting, a sheen of sweat visible on her brow and back, the sticks were dumped next to shovel, and with a crack of her neck, she meandered off down to the shoreline. Now to collect rocks. Beach tumbled rocks would be good, and lucky for her, the shore was littered with them.
When she could find nothing to carry the rocks in, Antony kicked off her boots and began filling them. Once both were full, they were lugged up to where the rest of the stuff was. Damn if she wasn't sweaty.
Her eyes drifted towards the beach bar. She was thirsty, but Antony figured that Lily would come back with water soon enough. Better get started on digging the bloody pit.
It was painstaking work with the little shovel, but the tattooed woman didn't mind. She liked hard work and it made the island feel a little more like home. Eventually, a hole about two feet deep and three feet in diameter was dug. The sides sloped inward and Antony was damn proud of how good it came out.
Wiping sweat from her forehead, she set to lining the sand with all the stones she had found. This, thankfully, was a less physical task than the previous ones.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:26 pm
Anjali slowly trudged up the beach - yes, her injection wound was stinging now, though she sincerely hoped it was just from sweat. "Got some," she said, simply, as she finally reached the new sand pit. She whistled appreciatively at the work Antony had done in her absence. "Some coconuts, and about a dozen mangos. They're not ripe, but they're still edible - just not as sweet as you might be used to." She dropped the leaf 'bag' on the sand and sank down to deposit the small bundle of driftwood. "Kindling, perhaps. Most of the wood in the forest is damp - it is rainforest, after all."
Then she half-fell down to sit in the sand, heaving a sigh. "I'll help," she added, picking up a few stones and trying to arrange them as Antony was.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:36 pm
After the trips with the alcohol, Lily returned to the bar to contemplate the removal of the water. The ice in the ice dishes didn't leave the dishes full, so she can pour a couple into the same one, and of course this makes the trips easier.
With the melted ice, she brings back to the fire pit whatever fresh water she can find, in whatever methods are available to her. She carefully digs little holes with her feet so that she can set down opened containers of the water without worrying about it spilling.
"I've got some water," Lily informs them, "It isn't that cold, but it's fresh."
She carefully fills a glass also taken from the bar, and offers one to Antony first.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:39 pm
Antony grinned proudly at the whistle, puffing her chest comically and pretending to preen. She was in a much better mood after doing some physical labor. Her eyes went to look over her findings as she listed them off, nodding approvingly. "Better than nothing, and I'm sure there will be tidal pools tomorrow if we need protein."
Smiling at the help, she reached over for one of the less enticing alcohols that Lily had brought back, Peach Schnapps. It could be used as fuel if needed.
"I think I may have seen some dry palm leaves down shore a bit, do you think those will be worth getting?" Regardless of the answer, Antony stood, dusting sand off of her before looking down past the Beach Bar. She tried to remember what she had seen the days she had come to the beach.
Nodding to Lily, Antony took the glass and thanked her before gulping down half the glass. How much water did they even have? She passed the glass to Anjali. They would need more...
And then she remembered, eyes lighting up, "Do you think the shower up the path would still be working? I used it to de-sand one day..." If they were, that would be loads of help.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:47 pm
"Well," Lily comments, looking over the stash of alcohol and water she'd gotten from the bar, "This is all I could easily take from the bar, though there are a couple of other things I can go get." She shrugs- alcohol and water seem the most important at the moment to her.
Lily pauses at the question about the shower, glancing down the beach curiously, "I didn't see a shower, where abouts would it be- I can check, water usually works even if electricity doesn't.."
Being pointed in the right direction, Lily goes to check if the shower is source of fresh water that they can use~
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 6:57 pm
Lauren tracked back, her stomach full of day old sandwhiches and what not from the dumpster but her mouth parched. A trash bag full of day old food, not the best in the world but still things that were edible, was in her possession.
She saw life. Great. Hopefully they knew how to get ahold of water.
Lauren was totally in survival mode, not really having much time yet to reflect on her ******** up situation at the moment.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 7:32 pm
Anjali quickly took one of the water bottles and drank deeply. "There's no lack of fresh water from the streams," she added after swallowing, in case anyone was going to panic about rationing. "I think we should be fine... and anyway, there should be someone here, somewhere. Otherwise, why bother giving me another injection? You don't do that if you're in panic mode... right?" She rubbed at the wound, then poured some of the water over it to clean the muck away. The welt was raised, but it seemed the puncture had had time to scab over before her 'planting'... fortunately. Infection was not something she wanted to deal with, even if only in such a small wound.
"If you're done with the trowel, I can open the coconuts," she added, nodding at Antony. Then she realized there was movement up the beach...
"Hi," she called out, turning to face the person approaching.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 7:55 pm
Antony nodded towards Lily, eyebrow arching when she notices another person, also female, coming down the beach with a trash bag. She decided not to ask, "Hey."
"I'm going to grab some of those fronds, I'll be back in ten or twenty," And with that, she gave them a wave and headed down past the Beach Bar. She had been right, there were piles of dried fronds littering the sand by the jungle's edge.
Carefully, she set about collecting as many as possible before throwing those over her back and walking towards their 'campsite'.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 8:01 pm
Lauren waved, noting the darker skinned woman drinking water. She dropped her trash bag.
"WAAATER!!" She exclaimed running up. "UR, uh can I... please?" She looked at the woman giving good begger puppy dog eyes.
She felt a little like tank girl at the moment, right in the midst of a post apocalyptic world where water was like gold.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 8:13 pm
"Ah, sure," Anjali said, startled. She quickly held out the half-empty bottle to Lauren. "Just make sure you save it so we can refill it from the stream later," she added.
After handing over the water, she pulled the trowel and one of the coconuts over to her and began trying to crack it. Wedging the nut between two stones to hold it, she hit it smartly with one edge of the trowel. In a few hard whacks, the shell cracked and liquid began to ooze out. Quickly, she picked up the coconut and tried to catch the milk in her mouth. It was fresh and sweet, not rancid at all. "Want some of this as well?" she added to the new arrival, tilting the coconut so that the milk didn't all come out. "I'm Anjali, by the way... and you are?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 8:19 pm
Meandering back, she tossed the fronds next to the driftwood.
"Now," she panted, "We need to build a fire..." Patting around for a bit, Antony soon pulled out her trusty Zippo and showed the two there before shoving it back in her pocket. No sense getting it sandy.
"Ah, I'm Antony," she said, waving. Lucky for her she was in a fantastic mood, considering the circumstances.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 8:26 pm
Lauren picked up the water, drinking a lot but being nice in not wasting it. Even then she probably drank more than she should of. She then took the coconut milk and drank some all of that, feeling full at least for the next 20 minutes. Lauren's metabolism required constant eating most of the time.
"Lauren." She said in between guzzling the water and coconut milk. Her tail wagged at something not rotten, she was worried and felt very stupid for her first instinct being the dumpster.
But even then, unashamed she pointed to the trash bag. "There's food in there, it's a little old but nothing too smelly. But there is meat." She neglected to tell where she got it from.
Her moose was sitting right next the the trash bag. Lauren probably could use it as a pillow just like she did before. "Just like old times I geuss. . ." She muttered to herself looking down and a bit defeated.
Having it been 24 hours since Lauren had last slept once her belly was full she crashed. "Goodnight." She said going to reach for her moose plushy then makeing as comfortable of a bed as she could under the shade of the beach bar.
She dreamt of her duplex and lessons with Moreau.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 8:41 pm
"Ah... rest well, then?" Anjali was surprised at the girl's quick crash into sleep, but it had been quite an odd day... and she seemed to have some changes. Maybe that affected things.
Once she had the coconut back, she whacked it a few more times until the shell cracked completely, exposing the white nutmeat inside. This, too, was sweet and pleasantly firm. "Do you want some, Antony? It's... not terribly filling but it will do in a pinch, and if this doesn't count... I don't know what does."
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2006 8:54 pm
"Pleasure," she mused before she sat next to the finished fire pit, where she began shredding one of the palm fronds for kindling. Accumulating a large pile of fluffy frond shavings, Antony arranged them in the bottom of the pit before she went about lighting them with her Zippo.
They exploded into flames almost immediately and she quickly began to add smaller dry sticks and as they caught fire, she gradually added larger sticks. Soon enough, a fire was roaring and Antony was beaming.
"That'd be wonderful," she chirped in response to Anjali's offer, smiling before standing and proceeding to break the driftwood into smaller, more manageable, pieces. Stacking them next to the pit, Antony added a couple more so that the fire wouldn't go out before plopping down into the sand next to it.
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