Stranded (IC, CLOSED)

[Iglesian Archipelago]

Pyere wook up earlier than expected. That's because he couldn't sleep a lot because of both the storm and the fact that he is lost, in the middle of the forest. Following his awakening, he ran throughout the forest in order to find either Mombasa or Maryanne... or both. It took around one hour to run throughout the forest as he made a break to eat his bread with ham he brought from Iglesiantis.

Then he ran throughout the forest again, aware of the dangers he was passing through. After some time, just before the sun rises, he, by luck, finds Maryanne sleeping under her shelter. "Psst, Mary! Is everything alright with you?", he asks Maryanne.

"Huh..., what?", Maryanne asks Pyere back, as she had just waken up. "Yeah, I'm OK... what the hell is going on?"

"We need to find Mr. Mombasa!", Pyere says to Maryanne. "Apparently, we're lost in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the jungle!"

"Shit!", Maryanne replies. "And I've just thought I had eventually been killed by some beast or the sea had just hit me...!"

"No worries, I'm here! Even though nobody else is here, we can overcome all of this!", Pyere replies back. "Come on!"

Maryanne stood up and both walked throughout the forest in order to find John Mombasa.

[Pavonistade]

Mombasa briefly stared at the unpacking that Ethan and Edgar turned to. Then he stepped under his tarp, supported by guy wires and effectively pushing away the rain. The day was rough and there was no doubt that a lot still needs to be done. Even though his energy is being deprived, Mombasa's mind flicked through the plans for tomorrow. It was possible for him to use up the rations, but it was also possible to bait some fish or hunt some wild animals. He, sitting on the coverless surface messed up with wet soil and leaves, leaned on his large stockpile that was seemingly equal in size to an average person.

The gradual mental planning and the soothing sounds from the weather slowly put Mombasa to sleep. Throughout the night he went through a cycle of waking up and going off the sleep. Every time he woke up Mombasa found that the rainstorm was dissipating, and every time he was haunted by the possibility of failure and death and the grief to be experienced by his family. The uncomfortable surroundings kept on pestering him too. His companions included the glow stick, which would go out after all reactions ceased. It would be a while before Mombasa was able to enjoy a deep sleep.

The man's eyes opened. He did not know the time, nor did he know if any one else was awake at this point. But he knew that the pouring rain had stopped and that the skies are no longer clouded by storm. Combatting his poor sleep, Mombasa turned and surface from the tarp, and then he was mesmerized by the bright sun. It shines brilliantly above the horizon and this gives Mombasa the hint that it is past sunrise.

Although remnants of the storm dabbed the blue sky, the beauty of nature has not been stained. Indigenous birds sang openly, the waves raced upon the golden coast, the green forests and the cliffs and the hills are all colorful. Mombasa realized that he and the group of survivors are in a reservoir of the wild, where air never smelled so nice and where nature was free to do as it please.

Mombasa could perhaps thank his Lord for a miraculous survival... for now.

[Luziyca]

The next morning, the Vignalis would wake up. The sun was starting to rise, and they were woken up by the birds. Ivanoe and Messalina set up a fire and started to make some simple breakfast: some s'mores, really. After putting the marshmallows and the cookies together and cooking them, the whole family would have some s'mores. A good place to begin, of course.

[Pavonistade]

As Mombasa rose from his tarp, he continued to look over the towering nature that surrounded the group at every direction. It was at this time that he noticed not everyone was part of the group, most particularly two Iglesians. They were dead, they were surviving on another part of the coast, they were lost deep in the tropics, or something horrible and comparable happened to them. Damn, Mombasa thought to himself, there is nothing that I can do for now...

He took out a package of [beef] pemmican, which was among the foodstuff salvaged from the two vessels. It was quite convenient for Mombasa; in fact, all the rations that he brought were supposed to last for an extended period of time and did not need to be prepared advancely (e.g. cooking). While he munched on pemmican, the Vignalis fed themselves with mushmallows and cookies. Mombasa watched over the family of three, understanding that while this was like a lively camping site, it can't last.

[Luziyca]

The family did understand that it cannot last. They have food that they could eat that was like pemmican, but for now, the Vignali's anticipated that the situation would be temporary, although Ivanoe wished that they'd remain here for a long time...

Ivanoe opened his notebook and jotted down ideas on creating a state in the Wild West with himself as King, but making it a constitutional monarchy. He also began planning a townsite which would ideally be next to a stream... a map showed a stream on one side with a bridge over it, a community hall (which would function as a communal dining room, a church and a meeting center) with a house for John Mombasa, a large house across it for themselves, and then some other houses for the rest of the people, plus maybe some more.

[Iglesian Archipelago]

Maryanne and Pyere had continued to walk on together for several hours, facing lots of danger considering the nature of the uninhabitated land that is western Pavonistade. However, regardless of the dangers, they still felt themselves brave enough to overcome these obstacles.

After a lot of time had been invested in finding Mombasa, here is Maryanne and Pyere finally being seen by the remainder of the team. "Finally we have the team here!", Maryanne says, excited. And Pyere replies: "Don't get overexcited, Mary. There is still a lot of danger coming on. This is not Larenna!"

And now, the two hope none of each other die or get injured as the excursion continues throughout the jungle.