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 Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 7:59 pm
Who: Ariel, Simon
Where: Forest
When: Day 12
And apparently, they get lost in there. At least, Ariel was lost by this point. Aside from the trees there were no distinguishable landmarks, and this particular adventurer had no backpack with a map of whatever area she happened to be in at the time. But with Annabel vanished into thin air, Ariel was going to get answers if she had to find the host's RV herself. Considering the past day's events, it wasn't a far stretch to guess where her friend might be...even if said friend ought to know better by now.
Unfortunately, she found the river long before she caught sight of any civilized habitation. Footsore and tired, she stared at the water, debating her next move.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 5:28 pm
This particular bend in the river had bore witness to many an interesting event since the island it cut through started being used for a reality TV - this season was no different, being the setting for one of the raunchiest scenes in the show's history, among a smattering of other things, humorous and sad and even violent.
Today the river seemed to be in one of its increasingly rare tranquil moments... that is, until the water reflected a brief flash of green and brown that wasn't of the forest surrounding it. It seemed as if Ariel wasn't alone. A couple of yards away stood Sherwood the Wise, doing...
...well, it looked like a bastardization of tai chi, with a bit of marshmallow-on-a-stick-waving for good measure. Along with the running of water and gentle rustle of fabric, his voice quietly rose into the air in what must have been improvised incantations of some kind.
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