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combo breaker

Sam was one of the hunters who thrived on a consistent schedule. The repetition of the days, the knowledge that everything would be the exact same when she woke up...On the one hand, her inquisitive self was insanely bored once she had found out there was nothing particularly noteworthy about the island aside from its Groundhog Day effect; but often, that itch didn't manifest itself beyond insomniac episodes every once in a while, if only to be forced to explore at night for a change. On the other, she was soothed by the rhythmic schedule. High tide and low tide were always the same. The fish were the same. The palm trees always had coconuts. The sand was wiped clear.

Today, the itch was too much, and it was too early to sleep. In her ragged clothes, stitched together with palm fronds in an attempt at modesty, Sam bartered for one of the fish a hunter had caught. She had hated seafood before Deus and still would if she survived the ordeal, but survival had a way of forcing even the pickiest of eaters to open wide. But not today--no, today, she was going to catch herself a bird with this bait.

So she threw the thing into the open sand, settled behind one of the trees, and began to wait patiently.

combo breaker

It was a solid plan -- well. No. It was an acceptable plan, it was a decent plan. The problem was that the island was very small, and Sam wasn't alone on it. More than that, she had no particular way to keep wandering feet away from her careful little trap.

There was a bird considering her offering. Its movements were hesitating, choppy; it hopped in closer and then a bit away again, shooting uncertain looks around the area. It was just a bit too open, the sky turning above, risking assault from every direction --

And, when Ever stepped out of the woods with a graceless kind of thud, it immediately took flight, leaving Sam with an empty trap.

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sink or swim

"I know how to swim." It was very even, with his arms crossed over his chest and his own eyes raking over the water in a distasteful kind of way. It was obvious that Ever was trying to smooth out his expression, and hide the low shiver of fear at just how big the ocean around them was, seeming to go on forever.

"I swam all the time when I was a kid." And the implication, from that, was 'but not so much since'.

sink or swim

"What's the rush?" It was shot back easily, his chin lifted like it didn't matter but his shoulders tensed in a way that showed it very much did. Ever shook his head at Zeke, focused on the other man instead of on the water, coat still clutched loosely in both of his arms. He could hardly be pulled in while he was fully clothed, was perhaps the logic.

"Are you planning on trying to swim back?" And now, finally, his eyes raked the horizon. There was no sign of Deus, and if they couldn't see it, it was unlikely they could make it back on their own steam.

Gutrot

The smell was horrible and Melvin wondered if one of the seagulls that constantly flew overhead finally died somewhere. Following the smell wasn't hard and walking in the direction of the stentch had him spotting someone crotched low inspecting something. Moving through the palms trees to where they were hidden, he tried not to breathe theough his nose

"So what died? Think we can bury it?" He asked as he held his breath only to see no dead body.

Gutrot

He adjusted his glasses and stared at Ever. "You mean what they teach kids in middle school." He said flatly. "Yes. I know about fermentation. Are you trying to make prison wine with whatever washed up and is rotting right now?" He still had no idea what the hell that smell was, but if Ever was talking about alcohol and fermentation, it could be any number of now vile things.

"What were you using?"

Gutrot

"You need yeast and unless someone has some bread that didn't dissolve in their pocket, you are SOL." He knelt down to see where he was digging. "I would love to have a drink right now, but what you are making is probably a breeding ground for bugs to lay eggs."

He looked grimly over to him. "Please don't drink whatever that smell is."

Gutrot


"The fact you have let other foods spoil and still drank it says a lot about you. Don't. It's not good for your health even with a fear shield, and we don't have any medical supplies here to pump your stomach. Not only will you not get drunk, you really don't want anyone forcing you to vomit just to save your stupid life." He said in a tone very much like a scolding mother.

"And stop drinking spoiled stuff." He added.