Session 3: The bitch had a MANTINE THE WHOLE TIIIIME

Nov 26 21:21:11 <CounterBeard>	Last time in the Lost Region! Words were said supplies found! FUrry Kings Slayed! And Natives found! TBD just foud Thomas Graves, at spear point with some young woman at the other end.
Nov 26 21:22:15 <Theta|Nelson>	Well, Thomas and Theo might be dorking around and getting killed by some young tribal lady, but Nelson's just getting done putting the Fuzzbutt's skin to dry.  And starting to grab things for when they hit the trail.
Nov 26 21:23:09 »»	Castor is resting in the shade of a tree, tending to his new Pokemon and wondering about their prospects in the strange new world.
Nov 26 21:27:42 <Theta|Nelson>	And by grabbing things I mean he's stretching, because he's got a hunch that he'll be carrying their resident amputee for a while.
Nov 26 21:28:05 <Castor>	(We should rig up a carrier at some point)
Nov 26 21:28:29 <Castor>	(What time of day is it?)
Nov 26 21:29:26 <CounterBeard>	The girl looks at TBD and makes odd clicking noises and a rather large Archen glides silently through the grass. She turns to Graves and slices his neck gently, making a shrill tirade of sounds in Theos direction.
Nov 26 21:29:30 <CounterBeard>	(Early evening.)
Nov 26 21:30:09 <Theta|Nelson>	(Yeah Nelson was planning to make a carrier.)
Nov 26 21:30:12 »»	Vinessa meanwhile, is coaching her 'floon on his in-battle performance, unattentive and unaware of whatever the others may be doing.
Nov 26 21:32:51 <Vinessa>	"Now, when you did that whooshy thing and missed, that really wasn't your fault and that's okay, but next time you try that grabby thing you really gotta move faster." She makes a swooping motion with her arm. "Just like that."
Nov 26 21:33:06 »»	Theo stands there quite tense for the moment, until she starts the slicing.  Hands out and palms open, he slowly and silently starts moving toward Thomas, trying to grab his feet and pull him away
Nov 26 21:34:37 <Theta|Nelson>	Once Nelson's done stretching, he actually starts grabbing some of the kindling, the stronger looking pieces, and thinking on how to make a little makshift harness out of it.  "Wonder if we got some tape or something in that box of scraps...hrm."
Nov 26 21:37:04 <Theta|Nelson>	He starts fishing around their stock of stuff just in case.
Nov 26 21:37:24 <CounterBeard>	Graves in starts to cry and make sobbing noises "Imsorrymiss I didn't mean anything by it!" As Theo starts to gently oull him he screams. The girl just watches under lided eyes.
Nov 26 21:37:43 <CounterBeard>	Nelsontheta you find some suitable twine and rope, and some tarpy looking stuff.
Nov 26 21:38:05 <CounterBeard>	Hux sorta tries to mimic you Vinessa but ends up just spinning.
Nov 26 21:38:14 »»	Castor meanwhile, discovers the joy of picking on an obnoxiously cute little furry animal and sets to work playing with the soft pads of the creature's paws.
Nov 26 21:38:45 <CounterBeard>	It makes a little growling noise and bats at your hands castor, no claws.
Nov 26 21:38:55 »»	Theo slowly moves him a few feet away and, assuming no sudden moves on the girls part, sits him up to inspect the damage.  "Alright, what mess'd you get into this time?"
Nov 26 21:39:40 <Theta|Nelson>	Nelson proceeds to make some sorta backpack for her to sit in, if that makes sense.  Fuck if he knows how this is gonna work out.
Nov 26 21:40:19 <CounterBeard>	( http://images.want-that.com/2013/11/Chicco-Smart-Support-Baby-Backpack-Carrier-1.jpg )
Nov 26 21:41:33 <Theta|Nelson>	Well, if it looks half as good as that one, narratorbeard, Nelson would be damned proud of it.
Nov 26 21:41:43 <CounterBeard>	"I-I just went out to do my business and I stumpled on the little bitch! Had my drawers around my ankles. Take her out Theodore!"
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Nov 26 21:42:58 »»	Castor is only incensed by the cat's batting and smirks, bring a hand under the bottom of its chin and neck to give it a thorough rubbing.
Nov 26 21:47:20 <CounterBeard>	The one neslon makes...functions. LEts leave it at that.
Nov 26 21:47:57 <CounterBeard>	The kitty purrrs and the temperature drops slowlt.
Nov 26 21:48:34 <Theta|Nelson>	"Fuck yeah! Whose the grand artisen? I'm the grand artisen!" He's saying this to no one but himself, Mr Pinchy, and Miss Diggles. "Sure hope she doesn't gain any weight though or this damn thing will fall to fuckin' pieces."
Nov 26 21:48:57 <Theo>	"Well, for once it sounds like you didn't actually deserve it.  Still, I really don't think we want to be fighting the natives if we can help it.  Yet.  Come on, it doesn't look too bad, let's see if she'll let us slip off back to camp"
Nov 26 21:49:29 <Castor>	(Sure hope I  don't subtly  bump anything or this thing will fall apart)
Nov 26 21:49:50 <Castor>	(play charades)
Nov 26 21:49:56 <Theta|Nelson>	(That's what he would say if he wasn't a jerk!)
Nov 26 21:51:24 »»	You are now known as Nelson
Nov 26 21:51:28 »»	Medly is now known as Kain
Nov 26 21:54:21 <CounterBeard>	The archen steps forward but the girl holds it by the neck. SHe motions to Graves and then to Leo. She throws a small thing inbetween Graves legs before hopping on her raptor and riding off.
Nov 26 21:54:52 <CounterBeard>	Pursue?
Nov 26 21:55:06 <Theo>	"Geesh, are they all this friendly?  Let's hope so.  Whuzzat?"
Nov 26 21:55:15 <Theo>	Hahahano.
Nov 26 21:55:25 <Castor>	(Sit astride your noble growlithe and give chase)
Nov 26 21:55:54 <CounterBeard>	Its a blackglass knife. It almost made Mr. Graves less of a MR.
Nov 26 21:56:13 <Nelson>	(Black glass? take it, we'll need it when winter comes.)
Nov 26 21:56:52 »»	Theo picks it up, checks it out.  "Hmm, a warning of some kind maybe?  I'll have to go ask the Prof. about this."
Nov 26 21:57:46 »»	Theo pulls the disgruntled reporter to his feet  "Alright come on, let's go get a bandaid from the medic kid for that neck.  And next time, please let someone know before you decide to wander off, alright?"
Nov 26 21:58:17 <CounterBeard>	"Ah. Yes. Of course Theodore. I. I may require a new pair of trousers."
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Nov 26 21:59:53 <CounterBeard>	Huxley eventually gets the moves down. But he seems to like spinning more Vinessa.
Nov 26 22:00:18 <CounterBeard>	After a few more minutes of play Castor, kittyfalls asleep purring contentedly in a small layer of frost.
Nov 26 22:00:57 »»	Theo just rolls his eyes as they walk
Nov 26 22:01:07 <Vinessa>	(Black glass, like http://www.famsi.org/research/williams/images/Fig48.jpg ?)
Nov 26 22:01:27 <CounterBeard>	(COrrect)
Nov 26 22:02:12 <Theo>	(Yeah, I figured Obsidian.  Gotta love that x3 value multiplier~)
Nov 26 22:02:34 <Nelson>	(it's the only thing that kills the white walkers!)
Nov 26 22:02:40 »»	Castor smirks, rolling his knuckles over the sleeping belly and sits leaning forward while propping his chin up against the palm of his other hand.
Nov 26 22:03:20 <Nelson>	Once the prep work's done on his part, Nelson starts his rounds and makes sure either everyone's prepping to go, or is waiting on the LAZIES who aren't ready to go.
Nov 26 22:05:40 <CounterBeard>	Mic is more or less packed with as much shit as possible. HE looks tiny with is pack on. Dudley has as small...sled like thing to haul things.
Nov 26 22:07:23 <Nelson>	"Nice thinkin' there, Dudster." Nelson nods at his work.  "How much you think our santa sleigh can hold?"
Nov 26 22:09:27 <Castor>	(Theo, are you taking Graves over to me or no?)
Nov 26 22:10:45 <Theo>	(I suppose so, yeah)  And so they arrive back at camp, heading for medical.  Hopefully it looks worse than it is.  Can't be too bad, since he's walking around and complaining and whatnot.
Nov 26 22:11:49 <Castor>	Depending on how serious the injury is, Castor will throw a bandaid onto it and call it a day.
Nov 26 22:19:19 <CounterBeard>	It is fairly light cut, it could have been worse.
Nov 26 22:19:48 <CounterBeard>	Dudley shrugs "I don't know Sir! Most of our supplies I think Sir! I may get very tired though Sir!”
Nov 26 22:20:22 »»	Castor frowns at the wound and quickly sets about disinfecting it but works disinterestedly, eager for the reporter to be out of his hair for the time being.
Nov 26 22:20:28 <Nelson>	"...Oh right WE'D Be haulin' that. Shoot. Well. Uh. Get what you can on it, I guess.  Shouldn't be much longer till we head out yeah?"
Nov 26 22:23:09 <CounterBeard>	“No, Sir within the hour sir!”
Nov 26 22:23:26 »»	Theo lets those two have their fun and, while Thomas is actually in semi-competent ands (aka, not his own), slips off to find the professor
Nov 26 22:24:15 <Nelson>	"Mhm." He looks for the Professor and his, uh, parcel. Just to make sure everyone's accounted for - since it seems Theo's found Thomas.
Nov 26 22:25:06 »»	Vinessa stand up from her pep-talking, going over to Mick. "Mr. Mick? I know I don't know much, and I might just get in the way otherwise, but I wanna do whatever I can - is there anything we can do to help?" She gives off a hopeful smile.
Nov 26 22:25:19 <CounterBeard>	The Professor is off sitting byhimself a scrounged up scrap machete in his hands. The ‘parcel’ is finally awake and laying on her side.
Nov 26 22:27:19 <CounterBeard>	Mick takes Vinessa for a moment, “Grab a pack, maybe scout a head a bit. Not to far. Use that balloon of yours.”
Nov 26 22:27:52 <CounterBeard>	The Prof nods to Theo but continues to...whittle?
Nov 26 22:29:48 <Nelson>	Nelson sees Theo approaching the Professor, so decides he might as well get this over with and approaches Typhoon.  He plops onto the ground, facing her. "Soooo...anyone fill you in on what's going on yet?"
Nov 26 22:30:21 <Theo>	"So Prof, just how much do you know about the natives anyways?  Seems our reporter friend just had a, shall we say 'encounter' with one.  She left us a present"  He pulls out the nice, glossy black knife.  Just how nice is it anyways?
Nov 26 22:30:57 <Castor>	Unsettled by how quiet it is, Castor will say to Graves, "Not exactly what you signed up for was it?"
Nov 26 22:32:01 <CounterBeard>	The knife is pretty nice actually. You’d have a fairly easy time cutting yourself accidently. The Prof grunts “That depends. I know the like you know any bushmen. Not well and with a certain amount of respect and fear. And if SHE gave you a knife I’d like to know the situation more.”
Nov 26 22:32:33 <CounterBeard>	Typhoon stares up at Nelson. “Yes. Mostly it was just Mick. He, he told me about the Cap’n. And the Karp. And my sister.”
Nov 26 22:33:57 <CounterBeard>	Graves shakes his head. “No. I was expecting a cruise, not a nice one mind you, but a cruise to some far off tropical shore of Mexinova and beaches. Writing some halfassed report about some sort of new fossils. Not anyof this. None of this. Damn natives, damn professor. Damn paper.”
Nov 26 22:34:37 <Nelson>	Hrm, Mick didn't mention Jetstream to Nelson, but he's not about to push buttons that don't need to be pressed at the moment, so he'll just let that slide for now.  "We're gonna be marchin' soon, to another crash site.  Gonna take a few days."
Nov 26 22:35:00 »»	Castor scoffs as he binds the cut but says nothing until he's finished working, "Well, you're not alone with that sentiment."
Nov 26 22:35:23 <Castor>	"Now if you'll excuse me, I'll ask that you leave me to pack."
Nov 26 22:35:52 <CounterBeard>	Graves grunts and rubs his neck a bit to go packl himself.
Nov 26 22:36:38 <CounterBeard>	Typhoon stares at Nelson “Oh yes Nel, I’ll just go put on my boots and be ready to go jogging. Hell maybe I’ll even fly for you.”
Nov 26 22:38:56 <Theo>	"Sounds like he was busy doing his 'business' and ran into her off in the grass.  Found him on the ground at spearpoint just now, he's over there getting the slice on his neck checked out"
Nov 26 22:39:25 <Theo>	"I figured it's a warning of some kind but who knows?  Maybe she's hitting on him or something."
Nov 26 22:40:17 <Nelson>	Nelson squints at Typhoon.  "Much as I'd -appreciate- a personal air show, I'm likely to end up being your personal camel for the next few days."
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Nov 26 22:46:10 <Nelson>	"Even made this thing! Most sultans would be envious!" He presents his craftmanship.
Nov 26 22:46:31 <CounterBeard>	Typhoon stares up at Nelson. “Fine. But. When we get set up. Have some supplies. I’m going to fix this. And get them back.”
Nov 26 22:48:04 <CounterBeard>	The Prof shrugs “What would any young woman do in a situation when a strange man was half naked infront of them?”
Nov 26 22:49:07 <Nelson>	"Least you got your damned priorities straight.  Now...lemee help you into this work of art here since looks like we're gettin' ready to move soon."
Nov 26 22:49:26 <CounterBeard>	“What do you say swabbie?” Mick motions at some junk and what is left of supplies to Vinessa.
Nov 26 22:49:54 <CounterBeard>	“Oh yes. I’ve always wanted a little slave boy of my own Nelly. Where is my little umbrella drinks~”
Nov 26 22:50:12 <CounterBeard>	Typhoon winces and tries to hold back her whimper as Nelson sets her up in the sling.
Nov 26 22:50:26 <Nelson>	"That's a high priority too.  But fuck if I know."
Nov 26 22:51:18 »»	Vinessa packs the remaining miscellania up and, after Mick's suggestion, going over to the jungle's edge at the far end of the clearing where Mick had pointed. "In and out, a couple minutes deep. We'll keep each other safe, right Hux?" And in she goes.
Nov 26 22:52:13 <CounterBeard>	Hux flooons after.
Nov 26 22:52:31 <CounterBeard>	The prof throws a satchel over his shoulder and motions Theo to follow.
Nov 26 22:53:25 <Nelson>	Once she's situated and Nelson lifts her up, heads over to where any one else ready to go is waiting.  "Well the good news is I've had to haul around heavier on a battle field before."
Nov 26 22:55:41 <CounterBeard>	“Oh har har Nelly.”
Nov 26 22:56:12 »»	Castor is ready, and standing where they'd agreed to wait the day before and fusses around while fiddling with the buttons on his coat.
Nov 26 22:58:59 <Nelson>	"Annny day now..." he taps his foot, waiting on the others.
Nov 26 22:59:35 <CounterBeard>	The Prof and THeo are the last to arrive. “Alright...Let’s get the hell out of here.”
Nov 26 22:59:43 <CounterBeard>	Nnnnnarrative time.
Nov 26 22:59:52 <CounterBeard>	To recap you are heading tot he crash to the east?
Nov 26 23:00:10 <Nelson>	I believe that is correct.
Nov 26 23:00:15 <Castor>	(Yes)
Nov 26 23:02:08 <CounterBeard>	It is off to the east, several days hike. You have enough supplies for....
Nov 26 23:02:12 <CounterBeard>	What did I say?
Nov 26 23:02:18 <Vinessa>	5-6?
Nov 26 23:02:53 <Nelson>	We have 6 days worth of supplies.
Nov 26 23:03:30 <CounterBeard>	Right. Everyone roll me. Perception or Survival.
Nov 26 23:03:43 <Castor>	2d6+3 Perception
Nov 26 23:03:44 <DiceMaid-9001>	Castor, Perception: 5 [2d6=1,1]
Nov 26 23:03:54 <CounterBeard>	Castor is to busy kittykittykitty
Nov 26 23:03:58 <Nelson>	2d6-2 perception; 1d6+5 survival
Nov 26 23:04:00 <DiceMaid-9001>	Nelson, perception: 7 [2d6=3,6]; survival: 11 [1d6=6]
Nov 26 23:04:21 <Vinessa>	2d6 per
Nov 26 23:04:21 <DiceMaid-9001>	Vinessa, per: 11 [2d6=5,6]
Nov 26 23:05:23 <CounterBeard>	Theo ?
Nov 26 23:06:49 <Theo>	(Wow, I seem to be lagging, I just got about 20 lines of text pop up at once)
Nov 26 23:07:06 <CounterBeard>	Nelson you find, a few scraps of caracasses and trails.
Nov 26 23:07:12 <CounterBeard>	VInessa roll Hux’s perception too
Nov 26 23:07:12 <Theo>	(Gimme a moment to catch up)
Nov 26 23:07:34 <Vinessa>	2d6+1 ~floooon
Nov 26 23:07:35 <DiceMaid-9001>	Vinessa, ~floooon: 10 [2d6=5,4]
Nov 26 23:08:40 <Nelson>	What sort of trails are we talking here? Do they look like something a large predator made, or more something people might use?
Nov 26 23:09:14 <Theo>	3d6 Percepting
Nov 26 23:09:14 <DiceMaid-9001>	Theo, Percepting: 9 [3d6=3,5,1]
Nov 26 23:10:04 <CounterBeard>	pokemon of some kind nelson, maybe not the ones who brough them down, but scavengers for sure.
Nov 26 23:12:41 <Nelson>	He's sure to point these out to others during the trip. "Hey, Professor.  What can we do to make sure one of those guys doesn't wanna munch on us?  Leave em presents or something?"
Nov 26 23:13:24 <CounterBeard>	Vinessa, and Hux scout like a perfect team finding streams and alerting you all to large pokemon. Even several herds. Theo takes nightwatch, getting little sleep but fending off anywould be ambushes. (THere are no ambushers)
Nov 26 23:13:47 <CounterBeard>	“Depends. It’d either keep them off or just attract other bastards.”
Nov 26 23:14:04 <CounterBeard>	(Would you like to investigate any of the larger mans or the herds during yoru travels?)
Nov 26 23:14:37 <Castor>	(I'd like to cut straight to the crash site)
Nov 26 23:15:07 <Nelson>	Yeah Nelson is more concerned about heading straight to the other crash site than hunting at the moment.  Hunting can come later.  With coconuts.
Nov 26 23:17:11 <Theo>	(Gather general info, what exactly we're running into and whatnot, but nothing that detours us from our destination too much)
Nov 26 23:18:28 <CounterBeard>	(I’ll do the biology blurbs after session then.)
Nov 26 23:20:06 <CounterBeard>	The crashsite....Looks picked clean. You saw a plume of smoke but it isn’t centered at the crash. It seems to be off a bit farther off. Hux flies back in and begins to charade at the group.
Nov 26 23:20:34 <Castor>	2d6+3 Perception: Any signs of life?
Nov 26 23:20:35 <DiceMaid-9001>	Castor, Perception: Any signs of life?: 10 [2d6=1,6]
Nov 26 23:21:44 <Nelson>	"What's that sign supposed to mean?" he asks Vinessa, the resident baloon expert.
Nov 26 23:21:50 <CounterBeard>	Nothing outright. There are a few stamped footprints. Days old. There is the corpse of what might have been a human but, it is picked just as clean as the camp.
Nov 26 23:23:19 <CounterBeard>	He tries to whoosh and spin. He streeeeeches up and then down and then mimes walking with his little baloon arms and then tires to show a thing.
Nov 26 23:23:30 <CounterBeard>	Roll intuition
Nov 26 23:23:40 <Castor>	2d6
Nov 26 23:23:40 <DiceMaid-9001>	Castor, 2d6: 8 [2d6=4,4]
Nov 26 23:23:48 <Theo>	Human footprints or animal footprints?  Probably both
Nov 26 23:24:07 <Nelson>	3d6+2 That's not the hokie pokie.
Nov 26 23:24:08 <Vinessa>	2d6+3
Nov 26 23:24:09 <DiceMaid-9001>	Vinessa, 2d6+3: 9 [2d6=5,1]
Nov 26 23:24:09 <DiceMaid-9001>	Nelson, That's not the hokie pokie.: 14 [3d6=6,5,1]
Nov 26 23:24:47 <Vinessa>	"What's that, Huxley? People were here, but they. fell into a well? No, that can't be right."
Nov 26 23:24:52 <Vinessa>	*...
Nov 26 23:25:43 <CounterBeard>	Castor and Vinessa you both understand humans and either a cave or a boat. Or something.
Nov 26 23:26:13 <Castor>	No signs of an attack right?
Nov 26 23:27:59 »»	Castor cocks his head to the side and frowns, attempting to interpret as best he can. "Well, it looks like we got here a little too late."
Nov 26 23:28:02 <CounterBeard>	No signs of an attack
Nov 26 23:28:32 <CounterBeard>	Hux points at the other plume of smoke. and mimes walking again. and...starts spinning.
Nov 26 23:28:45 <Castor>	"No sign of a struggle but the place has been picked clean. They...might've gotten the same idea as us and went off in search I'd imagine."
Nov 26 23:28:46 <CounterBeard>	“Flooon~”
Nov 26 23:29:28 <Theo>	"Well, it has only been a week after all.  Surely they didn't go off and find someplace to camp in all that time"
Nov 26 23:30:22 <Nelson>	Well, there's still smoke in the distance, so Nelson shrugs and starts toward it.  "Not like we were gonna camp at the crash forever either."
Nov 26 23:30:55 <Castor>	"Let's hurry. Just because they weren't attacked at the crashsite doesn't mean they couldn't have been targetted elsewhere."
Nov 26 23:30:57 <Vinessa>	"You aren't just spinning 'cuz it's fun, are you Hux? Hrm..."
Nov 26 23:31:58 <CounterBeard>	“Driiiiif”
Nov 26 23:33:20 <CounterBeard>	The plume is not all that far, you can see the fire from soem distance away, a huge bonfire, figures moving across the flames.
Nov 26 23:35:45 »»	Nelson keeps walking forward.  What's the worst that could happen, actually getting shot this time?
Nov 26 23:39:47 <CounterBeard>	As you get closer you spot a small herd of rattata running around and Richards pike stickingout of half of the Karp. Splintered and shattered in places, but intact. Furrows are gouged into the earth, and the part of the ship seems to be propped against the treeline.
Nov 26 23:41:12 <Nelson>	"Uh, hello, anyone home?" He calls out
Nov 26 23:42:27 »»	Castor can't seem to help the frown from tearing its way onto his face as they center the site of the crash. What had even gone on here?
Nov 26 23:42:48 <CounterBeard>	A head sticks out of the shiprubble “Huh?” Richard squints past the fire at you all.
Nov 26 23:46:48 <Vinessa>	"Richard!" She runs over, practically skipping. "They said you ran off, I'm glad you're safe. One of your Rattata found me, and I thought I'd hold onto her until we found you." At her mention, Nimh lets out a squeek.
Nov 26 23:46:51 <Nelson>	"What the hell, Richard? You ran off from the other guys, came all the way out here...and...you're not alone are ya?"
Nov 26 23:47:49 <CounterBeard>	Richard shakes his head as he pats Nihm. “She likes you. Keep her. Gonna be a good little girl.”
Nov 26 23:48:10 »»	Castor approaches the crewman with a little less vigor but smiles all the same when he sees that the other man is alright. "How long have you been out here?"
Nov 26 23:50:01 <CounterBeard>	“He turn to the rest “No. Not alone. Some others, not many though. Magick folk from the ship. Been here a few days. Been trying to make a home. Rattatta helped move the rubble. Mostly the magick folks though.”
Nov 26 23:52:37 <Nelson>	"Well hope they planned for an expansion or two," he invites himself on in, making sure not to hit Typhoon's head against the hell of the ship or something.
Nov 26 23:53:22 <Castor>	"Where are they, then?"
Nov 26 23:53:43 <Castor>	"I'm skeptical about their 'magick' myself but any extra hands will do."
Nov 26 23:56:44 <CounterBeard>	Richard shrugs. “Inside. Working, fixing, building.” He points as he pulls out his pike.
Nov 26 23:58:20 »»	Castor nods, "I'll let myself in then. See if they need any tending to."
Nov 26 23:58:40 <Theo>	"Well, it's a nominally better setup than what we had, at least"
Nov 27 00:00:05 <CounterBeard>	Nelso you can see Edmond Sovren and Amelie Russo talking and discussing over a a map one what is most of a table. A baltoy and a golette seem to be working in the background.
Nov 27 00:00:33 <CounterBeard>	Edmond has a sling on and Amelie is leaning heavily on the table.
Nov 27 00:01:01 »»	Castor raps on the entrance of the makeshift building and lifts his medical bag up for them to see.
Nov 27 00:01:51 <Nelson>	"Down ya go," He kneels down and gets Typhoon off his back, literally, and out of the harness once they are inside.  "Funny time to be playing Risk." He approaches and looks at the map.
Nov 27 00:03:31 <CounterBeard>	They both jump, poor Amelie falls over. “Oh, hello! More survivors! Excellent! Richard mentioned there were others.” Edmond walks over extending his left hand. Amelie snorts and gets herself up.
Nov 27 00:04:29 »»	Castor shakes his head, "Stay where you are."
Nov 27 00:04:47 »»	Castor raises his bag once again and gestures to their injuries.
Nov 27 00:05:41 »»	Nelson would shake hands with Edmond, "KId's just a bit bossy.  We got the Professor with us, but, uh, yeah.  Don't think there's anyone else after us."
Nov 27 00:07:16 <Castor>	Cas will work on whoever seems to need the medical attention most.
Nov 27 00:07:41 <CounterBeard>	They both nod “Good. Just glad to not be alone anymore to be honest. GOod to know Doyle is alive as well. Only blighter who might get us out of this mess. Thought we’d make a base of sorts. Better than we were likely to make you know.” Edmond says.
Nov 27 00:08:10 »»	Castor snorts, "Well he's the same 'blighter' who got us into this bloody mess."
Nov 27 00:08:29 <CounterBeard>	Amelie sits herself up to get medical attention “I am fine other zan my leg. We stiched it as best we could. But I fear it may be getting infected.”
Nov 27 00:09:11 »»	Nelson pokes his head back outside to wave in all the slowpokes.
Nov 27 00:09:38 »»	Castor nods and opens his bag and rifles through it for gloves and something to help keep the leg from getting infected. "It can't be too bad, if you're not reeling over in fever this far in."
Nov 27 00:09:51 <Castor>	"But we'll see."
Nov 27 00:13:03 <CounterBeard>	She nods thanking him silently.
Nov 27 00:13:32 <CounterBeard>	Edmond continues “Did you find anywehre else we might be able to set up a more permenent camp?”
Nov 27 00:13:44 <CounterBeard>	The Prof eventually comes inside.
Nov 27 00:14:02 <Nelson>	That's a good question considering we aren't sure what sorta landmarks we saw on the way here, did we? :D
Nov 27 00:14:25 <Castor>	In any case, we don't the land enough or the scene well enough to decide on a good location
Nov 27 00:15:04 <CounterBeard>	You mostly all just saw an endless grass sea. With one or two major rock outcroppings.
Nov 27 00:15:19 <Theo>	"Mostly just been survival up till now, trying to find anyone who survived the crash.  Been hoping to get a better view of the land, looks like you're doing a bit better than us on that"
Nov 27 00:15:38 <Nelson>	(I'll be bugging you later this week to update that map then beard :P)
Nov 27 00:16:14 <Nelson>	"Uh, no not really.  What's this here?" he points at their map.  "Been doing recon yourselves?"
Nov 27 00:17:36 <CounterBeard>	“Somewhat. Richard and his rats have been a huge help. He can apparently talk to them you know. He sends them off in the mornings and the report back. He translates to us and we do our best.
Nov 27 00:18:17 <CounterBeard>	Edmond beams. “It was Amelie’s idea. Since we are stuck here at the moment.”
Nov 27 00:18:31 <Vinessa>	"That is so cool! Little rat spies everywhere, eyes and ears all over the jungle!"
Nov 27 00:19:20 <Castor>	"Huh," Castor is honestly impressed. He hadn't even realized what the strange little man had been capable of despite all their years together on the ship.
Nov 27 00:19:38 <Castor>	"Are there any places nearby that would be good to settle down in? Defensible, even."
Nov 27 00:20:03 <Castor>	(I can make use a secret base with my Nincada :V)
Nov 27 00:20:44 »»	Nelson picks up the closest rat and looks it dead in the eyes. "Have you found the coconuts?" he asks it.
Nov 27 00:26:19 <CounterBeard>	It squeaks.
Nov 27 00:26:36 <CounterBeard>	“Some caves. Deeper in we might be able to set up in the trees. But I’d be hardpress to say that is a good idea.”
Nov 27 00:27:31 <CounterBeard>	(Yes you can secret base)
Nov 27 00:27:48 <Castor>	(Am I conscious of this fact?)
Nov 27 00:27:56 <CounterBeard>	(nnnnnmaybe.)
Nov 27 00:28:08 <CounterBeard>	(ninjabug is good at the digging)
Nov 27 00:28:25 <CounterBeard>	“This might be the best option we have at the moment.” The prof speaks up.
Nov 27 00:28:32 <CounterBeard>	(Also did we lose Theo?)\
Nov 27 00:28:48 <Theo>	(Nnnooo)
Nov 27 00:29:03 <Nelson>	Nelson squints at the rat. "You speak lies, little one." He sets it down. "Caves huh?"
Nov 27 00:29:07 <Castor>	"If we work in the caves, my Nincada should be able to help out with the digging and earth clearing," he offers.
Nov 27 00:30:28 <Nelson>	"I'd be more worried about digging too deep and pissing something off in there.  Or the damn thing falling in on us."
Nov 27 00:30:30 <Theo>	"Antboy too I assume.  A nice cave would make an ideal spot to set up, provided there's no surprises waiting in the dark for us"
Nov 27 00:30:46 <Nelson>	"But...shoot, Miss Diggles too..."
Nov 27 00:31:03 <CounterBeard>	“Hmm. Caves might work. Sturdy. Defensible. Zey might work the best.” Amelie perks up as she finally stands. “But from the way Mr. Richard spoke zey were already spokenfore.”
Nov 27 00:31:04 <Nelson>	"...huh, we might as well open a friggen mining company with what we got."
Nov 27 00:31:36 <Nelson>	"Hell even your golem and the pot thi- whaddya mean 'spoken for?' "
Nov 27 00:31:39 »»	Vinessa is oddly silent on the subject of caves. Deep, dark, enclosed-from-the-sky caves...
Nov 27 00:34:48 <CounterBeard>	“Some sort of creatures live inside them is what she means.” Edmund speaks up. “Some sort of carnivore the way Richard spoke of it. But we can’t be sure.”
Nov 27 00:35:22 <CounterBeard>	The Prof speaks up finall after looking over the map for the last few minutes. “Have a steady base of operations, a foothold would be the next best step.”
Nov 27 00:36:31 <Theo>	"Sooo, either we fight the scary monsters and kick them out of their home, or we find something else.  What was the other option, a treehouse?  Sounds kinda fun"
Nov 27 00:36:45 <Nelson>	"Hey, Richard!" Nelson shouts to where ever he ran off to.
Nov 27 00:36:58 <Nelson>	"What sorta nasties are in those caves?"
Nov 27 00:37:21 <Castor>	"Building in the trees will take longer and guarantees no more safety than the caves."
Nov 27 00:38:00 <CounterBeard>	Richard walks in under the weight of about a dozen rattatas. “Big ones. Horns and teeth. Little ones said they smashed other things to eat them.” He shrugs. “Only know what they say.”
Nov 27 00:39:12 <Theo>	"It will take longer yeah, but there may be less risk from previous inhabitants.  And may just give better protection from anything too big to climb a tree, provided it's high enough"
Nov 27 00:40:03 <Castor>	"The natives we fought rode on flying creatures. I don't doubt there are more of those, out there."
Nov 27 00:40:05 <CounterBeard>	“Unless something bigger comes by to knock the tree down.”
Nov 27 00:40:25 <Castor>	"The caves are more defensible, should we be forced into a fight."
Nov 27 00:41:34 <Nelson>	Nelson moans, not exactly thrilled about either option. "Well, look at it this way, Theo."
Nov 27 00:41:53 <CounterBeard>	Amelie nods, Edmond looks over the map. And the Prof goes off to explore the shipwreck.
Nov 27 00:41:56 <Vinessa>	"Castor, caves are nasty. I've never heard of anyone being buried alive by a treeslide, or getting lost in the treetops, have you?"
Nov 27 00:42:04 <Nelson>	"Cave's gonna suck ass to clean up, but we got Pokemon that are at home in a friggen cave - it's easier for them to help get things actually safe in there, than a friggen tree."
Nov 27 00:42:24 <Vinessa>	(I was about to mention ursaring not sleeping in trees BUT APPARENTLY THEY ACTUALLY DO)
Nov 27 00:42:31 <Castor>	"I have heard of things falling out of trees, though."
Nov 27 00:42:36 <Nelson>	(You cannot run from bears)
Nov 27 00:42:41 <Castor>	"I have heard of beasts perching in trees, yes."
Nov 27 00:42:43 <Nelson>	(even in space hell, there are bears)
Nov 27 00:42:46 <Theo>	"Oh I agree, cave's probably our best bet.  Just saying they've both got pros and cons."
Nov 27 00:43:42 <CounterBeard>	(spacebears)
Nov 27 00:43:47 <Nelson>	"We got five Ground and Rock Pokemon just in this room, Girl.  Ever heard of a sandshrew drowning in boulders?"
Nov 27 00:44:19 <Nelson>	"Hell that's not even counting the rats.  I'm sure he's got a craggy ass rat somewhere."
Nov 27 00:44:47 <Castor>	""Settling deep in the forests will take us longer and offers us less in the long-term. And there is still nothing guaranteeing that the trees will be any safer to settle into than the saves."
Nov 27 00:45:20 <Nelson>	(This actually makes me think, Beard, what Pokemon do the other crew members like Mick, Dudster, and Typhoon have, if any?)
Nov 27 00:48:28 <CounterBeard>	(Mick has Levanny, Dudly has a metang, and Typhoon has a Mantine)
Nov 27 00:49:00 <Theo>	"You have to admit, a nice tree fort would be pretty cool.  But so is a secret cave hideout, hmmmm. . ."
Nov 27 00:49:14 <Castor>	"It's not about which will be nicer."
Nov 27 00:49:34 <Castor>	"I think the cave is our better option, even with regards to the potential danger."
Nov 27 00:49:34 <Nelson>	(mfw Nelson's been hauling her around while she's got a Mantine.)
Nov 27 00:49:49 »»	Vinessa lets out a barely-audible whine, before giving up. "Fine, you guys want a cave, let's find a cave. We'll find the biggest, deepest, darkest cave there is, and deal with whatever spooky cave monsters live in it just like that."
Nov 27 00:49:52 <CounterBeard>	(No water bro)
Nov 27 00:49:58 <Vinessa>	(Mantine fly, bro)
Nov 27 00:50:01 <Nelson>	(They fly at the same speed Crobat do)
Nov 27 00:50:28 <Nelson>	(Granted, Nelson wouldn't know this, so let's just say she trolled him or something)
Nov 27 00:51:13 <CounterBeard>	(Revenge troll)
Nov 27 00:51:31 <CounterBeard>	Anyway as I am tired as shit lets call it here. at this not cliffhanger