seesobserves: (calm with a gun)
[personal profile] seesobserves
Ready for lessons, if you're still available.
hunt4commonwealth: (shades)
[personal profile] hunt4commonwealth
This is Dylan Hunt. My first officer, Gaheris Rhade, left to explore the Wasteland three days ago and I haven't had a communication from him since. I'm going after him. Any assistance would be greatly appreciated, from spare water cans to take with me to advice on your personal favorite desert survival techniques.
truth_is_cold: (rhade - deep thinker)
[personal profile] truth_is_cold
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I'm now staying somewhere else. But if necessary, I can still be reached by the communication system. [If Dylan wants to announce where they're living, he can. But Mr. Paranoid Bastard isn't about to publicly give a location.]

As an aside, does anyone here know how to play chess or any other strategy games that might be available? Are there any musicians from the ship?

[He very desperately needs to learn about the local culture. There must be more than "the Authorities are terrible people and want to render us impotent". Survival situations or not, these people have lived here for a very long time and must have something unique and exclusive to them. They're obviously not barbarians or savages.]

Also, do either of the pilots of the ships that have crashed need assistance?

[Nietzschean style proclamation of friendly interest. He wouldn't offer if he didn't like them.]
eternaliyah: (oldest eyes)
[personal profile] eternaliyah
[Daniel looks tired, dirty, and a little haggard, but otherwise seems fine.]

Hey. Sorry I've been out of the loop for a bit, I was off in the woods.

[...technically true.]

Anyway, I'm around again, and I should be in the city for the a while. Let me know if you need anything.

[Private to Claire]

Hey, did you make it out alright?
eternaliyah: (Default)
[personal profile] eternaliyah
[The video shows Daniel, in a cleared area surrounded by some underbrush. There's a large partially-butchered mountain goat, of all things, hanging from a tree by its horns behind him. The light shifts on Daniel's face, and the reason is clear when he turns the communicator to show a low, steady fire, with a pot held above it by a rough but sturdy cooking crane. Some half-chopped tubers and wild onions can be seen on a flat stone nearby.]

Hey. I can't eat all this. Anybody who wants some, feel free to drop by. I'm over here, [brief directions on how to get where he is from the City or the ship.] Follow the smoke or call me back if you have any trouble finding me.

filtered to various people )

[OOC: the in-person log is over here.]
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