( closed ) the wild dogs cry out in the night

[periastron]

WHO: Alex, Cosima, Newt, Val.
WHAT: research nerd exploration mission
WHEN: mumbles vaguely
WHERE: Arbor Wilds (strictly non-plot relevant zones)
NOTES: giant nerds, giant spiders, giant disasters (also feel free to make your own starters and just have ridiculous backtagging fun)

"Respect nature." An old cliche, one she's sure they can handle. Some animals, yeah, potentially on the giant and dangerous side, but they're mostly sensible. Waterfalls and forests and ruins, all very cool, just gotta make sure you don't act stupid or take unnecessary risks, and there you go. Sorted.

It's not like this is a team of people with massive curiosity and poor impulse control, or anything.

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[degenere]

"I detest a reliance on luck." Val, grumbling, is still Val, useful. He nods back the way that they have come, as he picks up one end of the large and solid branch. "There were plenty of rocks close to dear Woodsman's Death. We might use one of those, and save ourselves the work of hauling one back--but I suspect the larger part of our work will rely upon brute strength. And I detest, too, that we are having to labor over here, while over there, anything might be happening--motivation, I suppose--I am not motivated by rushing--"

The branch is solid enough that it does require some effort. He leads the way back from where they have come, trusting Cosima to carry her end of the branch. The pained noises of the great bear have changed in tone, which means that either Woodman's Death has become Alex-and-Newt-Death, or they have done something to assist the creature.

As they come around a swathe of underbrush, the scene is made clear. Newt, performing some magics. Alex, with her hand pressed to the bear's face. Riftes, Val thinks to himself, are very stupid and foolhardy. Bless them.

"A branch," he calls out, "as instructed! The larger rocks toward the back, did you say?"