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The Florida Trip: Second Wave

September 29, 2002

The group--Cap Rountree, Joe Bob Sanders, Wields-Plastic-Death, and Cassy Nix, steps through the Bridge Perch created.....

Auggy (minordeity?): *Well. For those who've been to a swamp before, this is..well, definitely a swamp. Rotting vegetation, stagnant water...mmm-mmm. Just like mama used to make.*

*They're dropped near the bawn, and there is the distant sound of an airboat approaching...Because of the extra weight they've got with the tools and such, everyone sinks to about their knees, except Cassy, who settles to about her waist*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Steps out and into the water, shifting to Crinos for the increased leg length. Moves a few feet away and looks around as the others come out.*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *plops in, GREAT muck. good stuff. happily bobs his head about with a grin*

Auggy (minordeity?): *The extra length just barely outbalances the extra weight, and Capp does make slightly better time*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Ugh...Daytona Beach this aint...

Cassy Nix: *Struggling to keep her balance in waist high muck she try's desperately to hold the tool box abover her head so as not to get wet. She decideds to shift to Crinos hoping too for added strenght*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): HT--Easy on that toolbox, Wields. Gonna have a time gettin' the rust off all them tools.

Cassy Nix: *Wading difficultly through the thick mud* Where's all the Palm Trees...*sarcastic*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *blinks. Lifts the toolbox onto his shoulder and resumes the happy head bobbing*

Auggy (minordeity?): *The sinking and leglegth pretty much make it so that the Crinos are at about mid thigh. Cassy's coveralls could be politely described as "Shot".

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *More comfortable than the others here, due to his lack of hair.* HT--Let's hold up here until we see what's comin' up.

Cassy Nix: *Even the bagginess of her overalls cannot compensate for the body mass of her crinos form and she frowns slightly as the torn garments sink below the surface. She knew there was reason she wore her dedicated clothes underneath them. But still...this was gonna suck*

Auggy (minordeity?): *The sound becomes a little louder, resolving itself into an airboat*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *what's there to be uncomfortable from? all this water's keeping it cool, the hair's keeping the bugs at bay somewhat. The air's fresh and he's with Cap*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *doesn't really give a damn...aint as bad as pit row duing the Taledega 500*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods.* HT--An' airboat, here? An' right after we come through--someone must've felt the bridge open.

Cassy Nix: *Tool box on shoulder and the shoulder strap from the medic back that was loose before is almost chokingly tight now, she stops at Caps direction, but again looses her balance as she tries to keep her feet from sinking further. SLOSH!! She falls backwards into the water garaunteeing that she just ruined half the med kit. Having caught herself just in time however she managed to keep the tool box outta the water...*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *now that he's thinking about it* Hey Cap! While we're in the state we oughta head ta tha DIS!

Auggy (minordeity?): *Finally the airboat becomes visible, and the pilot's eyes widen slightly behind his aviator goggles...an exclamation of some sort is lost in the enginge roar, before he whips a u-ey and heads back the way he came at what could be politely described as a high rate of speed*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *nods to Joe-bob.* HT--Be worth a look.

Cassy Nix: *Fighting with the mud and thick water, and only having one hand for support since the other is holding the tools, its an almost comical sight as she battles with the swamp spitting a variety of curses and mud into the air.*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *shifts to crinos, howling a greeting. Doesn't seem to care about what gets wet and what doesn't, except for the tools and his smokes.. which are safely tucked in a high pocket of the coat*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): HT--The hell? I think we're goin' to have to make us a raft, folks.

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *granted it probably can't be heard over the engine, but its common courtesy*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Where'n the hell is that foo- Aw shit ya'll dern ijits what ifn that was a human! Fools walkin roun in Crinos and shit...

Cassy Nix: *Using a soggy log for support she pulls herself to an upright position. A healthy layer of mud completely convering he whole body, with weeds tangles around her arms and necks.* Thanks...for the help guys...

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *scratches his head with his free hand*

Auggy (minordeity?): ((*Whistles innocently*))

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): HT--Then he's pissin' his pants an' forgettin' what he saw. All the same, let's hit Homid ifn' we hear another one.

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): OOC:if that was a human, I can see the tabloids about giant crocs howling and learning to use tools and machines.

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : I ain't gettin in trouble fer that one if it'n hits the fan...now where the fuck are we goin anyways?

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): ~Ht~ which way, Cap?

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): ((Yeah--in the Weekly World News, along with the ever-famous iguana-with-a-GI Joe-in-its-mouth. I read them for free at the store and I've seen that picture three times.))

Auggy (minordeity?): ((Anyone care to make an intelligence+survival check, dif 6?))

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): OOC:I always liked the croc with an 80 year old oak growing out of its back

Cassy Nix: *Placing the Tool box back on her shoulder she sluffs over toward Wields. Setting a grimey hand on his shoulder for support* Whats up? Someone saw us?

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): OOC:4,4,3,10

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): ((1 suxx))

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : ((2 sux))

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *restabilizes his stance as Cassy leans on him, settling in to just under the smoke-line to keep buoyant and less likely to fall* ~ht~ maybe human on boat.

Cassy Nix: (3)

Auggy (minordeity?): *after a little looking around, the setting sun indicates west. From what's remembered of the general reports from the first group, they were pretty sure that the sept was kinda south of where Perch dropped 'em off. Figure Perch'd drop 'em in a similar spot*

Cassy Nix: Yikes...that sucks. Think my disguis will help *says jokingly her green eyes being the only thing visible underneath the thick black mud now matted into her fur*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods and looks around for any fallen trees.*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *looks around* Well let's start headin thataway...I guess...*starts heading south...*

Cassy Nix: *Waiting on Cap* So what do we do now?

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *sloshes through after Cap*

Cassy Nix: *Looks south...not having heard the reports from the first group she offer no input of her own.*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): HT--See if we can find a log or soemthin' to set these boxes on, then we walk an' swim.

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *looks around for a good log*

Auggy (minordeity?): *There's several deadfalls, a few vines, and even a shot to hell stop sign, if Cap's looking to wing a raft together. The airboat sound returns, accompanied by a second one.

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *shifts to glabro*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Sets his toolboxes on one of the deadfalls, then shifts to Homid.* Homid, ever'one. ((are the boats coming from the south?))

Auggy (minordeity?): ((Yepyep.)) *For those who attuned to the woods, the engines seem to split up, as if they're trying to flank the group*

Cassy Nix: *Hears the Airboat and immediatly shifts to Glabro. Her Muscle T is caked in mud and she is suddenly awar that she's wearing shorts this time.*Eess...yuck. she says as she moves with Wields still holding his shoulder.*From a distance one would prolly mistake her for being Black.*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Readies to shift back to Crinos if he needs to, watching.*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *grumbles and sets the toolboxes on the deadfall* I got me a not so good feelin bout this

Cassy Nix: *Turns around and watches the south for the oncoming air boats. She reaches behind her and is glad to feel that her hunting knife is still secure on her belt.*

Auggy (minordeity?): *The boats are definitely visible now, with the driver and one person riding shotgun-literally-in the bow of the boats. In one, a nasty looking Caiman snout can be seen. The engines throttle back to idle, and begin slowing*

Cassy Nix: *Sluffs over to Joe Bob, and lowers the tool box onto the dead fall as well...not wanting to be hindered any more than she is if things get hairy.* Think they're friendlies?

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *sets his toolbox on the deadfall as well, slushing back over to Cap, not in the least bit concerned as much as curious, trying to peer at the men, the boats, and the croc in the boat*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): Sure as hell hope so. *Steps forward, right hand raised, left in plain sight.*

Cassy Nix: *Similarly makes both hands easily visible, but activates resist toxin just in case*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *puffs away on his cigar, taking it slow since he's sure his lighters are waterlogged now*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Damned if I know...*starts puposefully sinking lower...hiding as it were*

Auggy (minordeity?): ((Anyone here got Scent of true form?))

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Speaks quiet.* Stand up, Joe-bob. They seen you already, don't want nobody to think you're hidin'.

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *too much stress...and Umbral Joe Bob goes without even any concious thought to it* ((Slip Slideways flaw))

Cassy Nix: *Looking between the group, little confused herself as to what to do*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *waves to the men in the boat* HI! *grins*

Auggy (minordeity?): *WPD's greeting is returned by a shotgun shell being racked in. Rapid-fire spanish is spoken...*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : ((Ya know Twomoons REALLY shoulda made sure someone spoke spanish before sending them))

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *shuts up and puts his hand back down* sorry. *invoking luck*

Auggy (minordeity?): *Umbral Joe-bob can see the people in the boat...they're definitely Garou*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): Uh... No habla Espanish?

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): OOC:oooh. one luck point *G*

Kylie Wallace: ( snaps fingers..damn knew there was something else Kylie should of said but thought the snakes were the only things to worry about *G*)

Auggy (minordeity?): ((*Whistles innocently*))

Cassy Nix: *Repeats a silent prayer to herself and begins to regret coming* oh shit oh shit oh shit o shit...*repeated softly just above her breath* Anyone know spanish?

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): OOC:what gets me is no one thought to bring a boat through the bridge *G*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *scratches his fair-glabro'd head again* ~ht~ hi?

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *feels a little better...sidesteps again* They's Garou...

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *and ducks his head a little, afraid they might actually shoot for speaking again*

Cassy Nix: *Just noticing over confusion that Joe Bob is no longer present* Ummm Cap...Where's Joe?

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): ((*G* Thought Wields was gonna start going "uh... Taco Supreme? Nachos? Spaghetti?"))

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): OOC:duh.. that's Mexicanish, not Spanish *nod*

Cassy Nix: *Suprised when Joe reapears in front of her, but figures he musta stepped sideways...* They are...*A visible sign of relief* Well thats good news..

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : ((Heheh Gardeina! ))

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *might be the only one of the group to get out of the swamp cleaner than he entered it*

Auggy (minordeity?): *One pilot sighs lifting his goggles and calling out in some thickly accented english* Why you here, what you doing?

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : We're da repairmen! Fix yer broken shit...

Cassy Nix: *Stepping back letting the boys handle this one...after all she was just tagging along.*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): We come to help out some friends! Crazy doc name of Maier sent us!

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *reaches down into his jacket, pulling out the soaked socket wrench to hold up, showing his tool as evidence*

Auggy (minordeity?): *blinkblink* Broken sheet?

Auggy (minordeity?): *Points* Joo from Twomoons' sept?

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods.* Yeah, Twomoons! The hippy doc!

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *waves his tool around, nodding agreeingly*

Auggy (minordeity?): *Laughs* Dat leetle...*lapses into colloquial spanish* Aboard, come aboard...watch out for Elvees. Meeses Queeck Feengers tried to pet heem.

Cassy Nix: *Takes this time to use the surface water to help cleaner face and arms off a little bit. Helping only slightly but still leaving her skin lighter shade of brown*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *grins and makes for the boat with the croc*

Cassy Nix: *Confused* Did you just say...elvis?

Auggy (minordeity?): *The one doing all the talking points at the other boat and barks something, and the other airboat takes off with a belch and a roar*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods.* Sure thing. *Picks up his two toolboxes and heads for the boat.*

Auggy (minordeity?): Cassy>>Jes, I said Elvees. *points at the caiman*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *does his best to climb into the boat, turning to help grab toolboxes to load*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *grabs his stuff and heads for the boat* Elvis? Hell yeah I already like ya...can't beat a lizard named Elvis...

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Grins.* Hail, hard to beat anythin' named Elvis.

Cassy Nix: *Looks over at the caiman, and smiles anxiously as she struggles into the airboat* Tell me Elvis doesn't like wolf...

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Damn right...hell if I found a Silver Fang named Elvis I'd bow to him...*snickers*

Auggy (minordeity?): *Grins* I'm 'Ector, de Warrder. Should I jus' call joo Twomoons frens?

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *chuckles.* That'd be blasphemy

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Hector>>I'm Joe Bob...Hillfolk Theurge of da Foggy Mountain Throwdown...the Beta they tell me...

Auggy (minordeity?): Cassy>>Elvees likes meat.

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Smiles and extends his hand.* I'm Cap Rountree. This here's Joe-bob Sanders an' Wields-plastic-Death--we're all part of the Foggy Mountain Throwdown. This here's Cassy Nix.

Cassy Nix: *Sits down, and removes the medic pack from her back and places it on her lap. Looking up to Hector* I'm Cassy, Cliath, Gibbous Bown Gnawer.

Cassy Nix: ((Bown? WTF...Arrrgh. "Bone" I say))

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): Cliath Ragabash. *and once everyone's loaded, reverts to lupus, sniffing at the croc*

Cassy Nix: *Glances at Elvis and can't help but wonder if it just licked its chops at her. She shudders and just turns to look out over the swamp land* How far is it from her to your Caern Hector?

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Chuckles.* Back, Wields.

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : ((First off Elvis is a caiman not a croc...secondly Crocs dont even exsist in Florida outside of zoos...Florida has Alligators...there's a big differance...a croc will roll over ya till yer dead ...a gator will chomp yer head off or grab hold and drag you to the bottom till you drown...a gator is a damn sight meaner than a croc...I saw a gator take 47 shots and still live long enough to tear off the leg of a state trooper))

Auggy (minordeity?): *Elvis hisses, opening his mouth widely...you don't wanna know what he's been eating.* Ees about 10 minutes, as de crow flies. But wee are not de crows...

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): ((Remember Jaws, when they said all sharks do is swim and eat and make more sharks? Gators are sharks with legs.))

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : ((Exactly...a croc'll attack only if it's threatened...a gator will attack if it thinks yer ugly))

Cassy Nix: *Snorts* Ten minuits huh? How come we were dropped so far from the Caern Cap?

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): Politeness. You don't just pop a pack of Garou right into the middle of someone's caern.

Cassy Nix: ((and ugly is broad term for gater...Basically if you're not a gator you're on the menu))

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): OOC:I'm in Wields mode.. not Mokole mode *G* I don't care about specifics.

Cassy Nix: *gives cap a kind of confused look. She didn't know a whole lot about umbral travel but she knew enough to that most Caerns have moon bridges to allied Caerns* Isn't that was Moonbridges are for?

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): ((*G* If you're not a ~bigger~ gator, you're on the menu...))

Auggy (minordeity?): *hector grins* Joo might whant to seet down eef we whant to go anywhere...

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *nods.* An' if things go well, we'll have one reachin' back an' forth.

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : ((Actually Cassy Gators are cannibals *chuckle* )) *takes a seat*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods and does indeed have a seat.*

Cassy Nix: *Nods...understanding it a little better now*

Auggy (minordeity?): *They're...almost strapped in when Hector throttles up, slamming everyone back in their seats with a little whuf*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Grins.* Yeee-hawww!!!

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): ((*G* You ~knew~ that was comin'...))

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *enjoys the speed but isn't impressed...even an airboat at full speed seems like a toy after you've worked on and driven cars that go in excess of 200 mph*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *lets out a louder whuff as he slams back against Cap's knees. once he gets into it, though he's got his ears wavin in the wind, tongue lolling out*

Cassy Nix: ((Well...my knowledge of gator extends about as far as the channel changer when the Croc Hunter comes on))

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *After a while, looks over the boat and smiles broadly as he starts thinking.*

Auggy (minordeity?): *And yes, there are more roadsigns...every so often Hector takes his hands off the controls to take a potshot*

Cassy Nix: *Lets out a whoop as the boat takes off. For the first time actually enjoying herself* Alriiight!.

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *yells out* Not bad...aint as fast as muh truck but not bad...

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *lets out a howl of joy into the wind, swallows some bugs and doesn't mind at all*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *and for those watching, as the water and much gets slung off... Wields actually has reddish-brown fur all over*

Cassy Nix: *The wet mud on her clothes dries for the most part form a black crust that's gonna take a couple days to fully get off.*

Auggy (minordeity?): *after about 15 minutes, the airboat slows, and the feeling of that spiritual closesness comes to the forfront...and yes, the flotilla is still there*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): OOC:this is a nice change from Ben's puking

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Smiles.* I got me an idear....

Cassy Nix: *Peers Curiously out into the glades toward the flotilla.*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *eagerly looks around, sniffing the air like there's no tomorrow*

Auggy (minordeity?): ((For those who haven't read it before)) *Old rotted pilings, oil-drum floats, and a constant creaking sound. A signpost with a bunch of arrows pointing in various directions with different destinations on them marks the center of the caern. One lonely boat, apparently christened the Gators Tail, is the only one not connected to the other boats. The breeze carries the scents of still water...humid, rotting vegetation and...other things, stale sweat, seawater, and something vaguely resembling cooking meat. Almost everything has been draped with alligator hide. The two dozen or so residents seem to wear some sort of alligator talisman on them, whether it be a Florida Gators shirt, a tooth, or a scar from a bite.*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *looks at the flotilla* I got me one too...*looks up at Hector* How ya'll do fer electricity here?

Auggy (minordeity?): Joe-bob>>We don' need electricity. We joose gas-lamps.

Cassy Nix: *Can't tell if it's her that smells like a soggy trash can or air around her and her face crinkles as she prepares to exit the boat...making sure to keep the caiman at a healthy distance*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): Gas? *Grins.*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Hector>>Well hell you bout ta get it ... *cracks his knuckles*

Cassy Nix: *Throws the medic bag over her shoulder again, and picks up the toolbox as flakes of dry mud crack and fall off her skin and clothes as she moves*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *shifts back to homid, taking his tool box and getting out of the boat*

Auggy (minordeity?): *Scratches his head a little* Oookaayy...

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *tugs on Cap's sleeve with his free hand* make still?

Auggy (minordeity?): *A few heads poke out of huts and boats here and there, looking at the visitors a little*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Grins.* Oh, I'm gettin' ideas up the ol' ying-yang...

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *before he even gets an answer, turns to look at the engine on the boat... not really sure HOW he knows what the fuck he's looking at, but apparently does* OOC:y'know.. its gotta be fucked up for a lupus to go from crafts 0 to crafts 3

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): Wields>> 'Course I could.

Cassy Nix: *Stepping out of the boat onto the flotilla she gazes around trying to get her barrings...this was the first time she had been anywhere like this. It was all new to her* Hector? How garou live here?

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *look at Cassy like she's nuts* how NOT live here?

Cassy Nix: (("Many"))

Auggy (minordeity?): *Hector looks around, shouting a few words in gutter spanish, apparently announcing the arrival of some friends from the Junkyard of Necropolis*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): OOC:DLP then

Cassy Nix: ((How "Many" Garou even. I need to get up and relax my eyes.))

Auggy (minordeity?): Cassy>>About 14 total. Wee are a small sept.

Auggy (minordeity?): 14 permanehnt, and about 20 or so more who come from Miami and other places...

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Well let's get ta work...what's broken that ya need fixin?

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *half-crawls back into the boat, inspecting the engine closer... not touching it yet though*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Smiles.* Yeah--if we can find somewhere to set down our boxes, I could see a few things we could work with already.

Cassy Nix: *Nods committing the visible layout to mind so she can put it on paper when she gets home*

Auggy (minordeity?): *Hector points at a small roped off area where there's three airboats with parts and gas cans in them* Dere are several boats, dat are...broken.

Cassy Nix: Hector>> How often do you have problems with the wyrm or weaver out in these parts?

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Alright...grab the shit let's go...*hops off the boat and starts heading twords the roped off area*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *looks over at the broken boats* Can fix 'em!? *eagerly smiles at Hector as if asking permission*

Auggy (minordeity?): *grins* Dee Weaver...fears thees place.

Auggy (minordeity?): *Hector nods* Si...you can feex?

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): can... *tries his tongue at the accent* eemprouve. *nods eagerly. scratches his head* think, can...

Cassy Nix: *The wyld ruled this place and she could feel. So much more so than the forest sept she was trained in. The weaver should fear this place. God knows she did*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Grabs two of the toolboxes, hauls them over to the roped-off area, then picks out one of the boats.* I'll start on this'un.

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *grabs his toolbox again running for the next boat to play with it*

Cassy Nix: *Follows Cap eagerly with her own toolbox* What do you want me to do?

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): OOC:heh... Cap's'll end up jacked up, Wield's'll end up finding a way to lowride it and Joe Bob's'll just hover with auto-pilot and a CB worked out of a few leaves and some chewing gum wrappers.

Auggy (minordeity?): *Boat number one: No propeller, looks like the engine got run for a little too long without oil. Whoever was driving when this thing wenmt was having a shitty day.*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Chuckles.* Pick somethin' an' fix it. If it needs somethin' we cain't find here, then just keep it in mind an' look for somethin' we can use when we get back home.

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *takes the third boat*

Auggy (minordeity?): *Second boat has no engine to really speak of, but there's a lot of parts and...other things lining the bottom. But, it's got a propeller*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): ((*G* Actually, he ~is~ gonna jack it up. Hydroplane.)) *Smiles and gets to work. Starts by taking out the gas cans, clearing a space to put parts, and breaking down the engine. Some of his methods would make a professional mechanic cringe, but damned if they don't work.((Int 2, Repair 4, specialty Jury-rigging.))*

Cassy Nix: *Stares blankly for Cap at a moment scratching her crusty head. She was out of place and had no clue what she was doing. Oh well...there was defenitally more to be done here than just these boats. She could make a list...that would help the guys* Hey hector...if you got somethin tah right with and some paper you can start showin me everything that needs to be fixed so i can make a list...

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *frowns a little and starts assessing what's there and what isn't. (int 2, repair 3). Looks to hector* got.. *thinks* Geeenerater?

Auggy (minordeity?): *Boat number three is only afloat because it's tied up. There's a pretty fair-sized hole in the bottom, and the drivers' seat is skewed forward about 50 degrees. The motor seems functional.*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Well hell this'n is easy...*calls out* Someone get me some fiberglass er drift wood!

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Looks over at Hector.* Y'all got any scrap metal? Mebbe some weldin' ee-quipment?

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Cap>>There's a hand acetlyne torch in box number 4

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods to Joe-bob.* We need to git us some Bond-o.

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Grins.* Aw, yeah.

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): Duct Tape!

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Cap>>That's in box 5

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : WPD>>Box 2

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *looks in awe at Joe Bob.* you.. god...

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *knows exactly where everything is in each box...like all real tool men*

Auggy (minordeity?): Cap>>Weldeeng? Scrap metal?

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Gets out a hammer and a couple wrenches first, and breaks down the engine remarkably quick--he doesn't have Joe-bob's all-around skill, but he's ~damn~ good.*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): OOC:invoking luck again. spending one WP for it. booooyah. 3 luck points.

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods.* Metal you don't use for anything.

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Cap>>How bout this? You take the propeller offa this un here...and I make intake valves an make this fucker jet propelled?

Cassy Nix: *Moves over to Joe Bob* Hey...um...do you have a drafting pencil and maybe a note pad i could right on?

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : CAssy>>Box 1...

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *finds a socket wrench, a screwdriver and a pair of pliers. gets back in the boat and starts setting parts on the dock as he goes for it. lacks Joe's and Cap's skills... doesn't even really seem to be doing anything more than taking stuff apart and setting it down until he frees the propeller*

Auggy (minordeity?): ((A jet airboat. that'll wreck spectacularly....))

Cassy Nix: *Sighs, and shambles over to Box 1 and digs around finally finding what she needs. Then moving back over to Hector* Alright jefe...can you show me around maybe at what needs to be fixed so i can make a list? *figuring he didn't hear her the first time*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : ((Nope actually it'll work off the same principles of a sea skimmer...not air jet but water jet))

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *sets the propelar on the dock, shifting to crinos for more dexterity and strength. Actually sniffs at a few parts, figuring out what's where and what's messed up*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): That'll use up some serious fuel, Joe-bob. But sure, I'll have the propeller. *pops that sucker off--12 bolts and it's done. Takes it back to the engine parts, sets it aside, and starts cleaning off the gummed oil and sanding down warped metal.*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : Cap>>Will not...just take real high octane stuff...it'd be faster than fuck tho...

Auggy (minordeity?): *WPD's area begins creaking dangerously, as the pilings are genrally dewsigned for either a homid or lupus form*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *finishes stripping the second boat down, placing his forepaws on the dock and looking everything over. moves on all fours to box #5, opening it up and pulling out the acetalyne torch and a sparker ignity thingy*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *shifts back to homid at the creaking*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods.* I got me an idear for that too....

Auggy (minordeity?): *Hector nods* Thees way...There are some oother theengs...

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *gets to work ... hole first...going out and finding something that'll fit it...then the chair which is easy...finally the engine and parts for the proposed intake valves* ((Intel 4, Crafts 6, Jury Rig 3, Ability Aptitude Merit: Jury Rig)) *is most definately the big dog when it comes to fixing somethin with nothin*

Cassy Nix: *Nods to Hector and lets the boys do their boy thing* Imma go make a list guys...*Smiling feeling productive for once.*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Starts working on the engine, converting to an alcohol engine.*

Wields-Plastic-Death (Croc Hunted, with Steve Urban): *lights the torch, pulling a cigar out of his jacket and lighting it up. turns the torch off and removes his coat. gets back to work* OOC:bb in a few

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): ((*G* Forgot that. Int 2, Repair 4, specialty Jury Rig, Mechanical Aptitude))

Auggy (minordeity?): *Two strips of duct-tape and some bondo later Joe-bob has a nuclear-powered sub where there was once an airboat.* ((Or soemthing like that.))

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : ((*LOL* Nuclear powered sub *snicker* ))

Auggy (minordeity?): *Hector walks around, pointing things out. Broken board here and there, holes in boats both the bottom and top*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *fires the boat up...grinning at the jet streams of water that go shooting out the back where the propeller once was* Well solved that mofucker...

Cassy Nix: *Writing quickly to keep up with everything that needs repairs...making notations here and there about where they are. Putting Stars by the things she thinks she can tackle, like hammering stuff back in place...*

Auggy (minordeity?): *And yes, that fucker will most likely motor, once it gets off the blocks*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Keeps working, the General helping in the few places where he gets lost, then bolts the engine back together and smiles.* That part's done. Now, lessee.... *digs for scrap metal.*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *kills the engine and cleans up...moving on to the next project...always looking to improve what he can*

Cassy Nix: *Taking time here and there to appreciate the seclusion these folks enjoy. The air was so much clearer here...not choked by the stench of wyrm like the cities.* How long have you guys lived here?

Auggy (minordeity?): ((I'm waiting to see the paint jobs on these things...)) *Cassy's wanderings and Hectors watchings occasionally take her towards a boat that smells like...dried herbs, drying meat, and a feww other things here and there*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Finds his scrap metal and digs out Joe-bob's welder. Fires it up and starts working on two long runners.*

Cassy Nix: *Gestures to the boat not being able to dismiss the odor permiating it* Is that where you keep your food stores?

Auggy (minordeity?): Cassy>>Years...mehny years...

Auggy (minordeity?): Si, some.

Cassy Nix: *Nods. this was gonna make a great collection to her scetch book.* How did you end up here? So far from everything? If you dont mind me askin.

Auggy (minordeity?): La Migra, came for my family. I was...very jung at the time. We had sailed 20 days, from Cuba. La Migra came, to tell us to turn around...We could see the land.

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Works on the other runner, pounding out the shape fairly quickly.*

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *finishes the next project...and moves on*

Auggy (minordeity?): ((Keep rolling guys, I'm...well, out of it with the List of broke shit))

Cassy Nix: *Nods and listens patiently while jotting down things here and there that Hector didn't mention*

Cassy Nix: *Makes her way with Hector back over to the Docks where the guys are playing with their new toys. Hands the list to Joe Bob* Here's a list of the stuff that visibly needs reparin...*smiles...proud of herself*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Finally has them ready--a set of runners ready to put to the frame. Looks around, grabs a couple ropes, then runs them under the boat, ties them off at the other end, and coils them around a post, shifting to Glabro for the extra strength until he has the boat partway lifted from the water. Does the same with two more ropes until the boat's in the air and its underside can be worked on.* ((the bottom aluminum sheet-metal or fiberglass?))

Auggy (minordeity?): ((Figure sheet metal))

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods to Cassy.* Pick somethin' on it an' go to town. *Continues--with the bottom exposed, he first scrapes the sucker off from muck, seaweed, etc, then attaches the runners--welding or bolting to the frame and bondo-ing as necessary.*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): ((Good. Welded, then.))

Cassy Nix: Cap>> I was going too. I just thought i'd make it easier on you by making a list...*a little flustered but composed...she grabs a hammer, and a box of nails and disappears back the way she came leaving the list with Cap*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods.* You did. *chuckles.* I mean, just pick whatever you want to an' have some fun. We got time.

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Smiles.* Now, I'll let that cool 'fore I drop it in the water, else it might warp. Lemme see if there's a radiator 'round here.

Cassy Nix: ((aight fellas...i'm gone. gotta fire up the Q and feed the masses *Defenition=Worthless roomates*))

Auggy (minordeity?): ((Beat 'em with their own rubs.))

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : ((Blaarg)) *finishes doin what he can without serious parts*

Auggy (minordeity?): ((ribs I say. Ribs....))

Cassy Nix: *Not very long after heading off on her own the rythmic smack of a hammer against wood can be heard, followed by the random curse to various Diety's and their moms*

Cassy Nix: ((Mmmm...nah...it's Tri-tip, and Pork Chop tonight boy...yeeeah))

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Does indeed find one. Cleans it out, then gets out the welder again and goes to work. Soon enough--oh, wields would cry--he has a still. A larger one than the one in the JY, and a touch cruder, but still ready. He moves to one of the refuse piles and tosses everything plant-like into a tub that was once a jacuzzi on a pleasure-boat.*

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Soon it's filled, and covered. Cap turns to Hec.* I'd appreciate it no one messed with that. It's goin' to be wood alcohol--poisonous--so nobody can drink the stuff anyways.

Auggy (minordeity?): *Hector nods* Pedro...may try. I weel let heem know.

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods.* Thanks. If it works, we can get some stuff runnin' without ever havin' to get gas.

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods.* Pedro has a habit of tippin' the jug?

Auggy (minordeity?): Pedro dreenks everytheeng but dee bongwater.

'Colonel' Joe Bob Sanders (FMT) : *and with nuttin left ta do Joe Bob goes and takes a nap* ((gonna go eat real quick...try to at least0)

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods.* It a problem thing, where he cain't contribute, or just a habit?

Auggy (minordeity?): Cap>>Ees just a habit. He theenks he needs it to make good judgement. *shakes his head* He ees berry weerd.

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): *Nods.* Mebbe later, you could send Pedro out this way? I could use a hand with somethin'.

Auggy (minordeity?): *Hector nods*

Auggy (minordeity?): ((And I'm killin this window, since apparently I'm only up to single- tasking...))

Cap Rountree (Alpha, Foggy Mountain Throwdown): ((NP. Pick up later.))

~Second Installment will be added here, when available~ (continuation is NOT available)

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