august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[violenti]

Rook supposes he deserves that, but to him - "I thought the door was locked. I haven't been able to get out at all."

Curious now, he shifts to the end of the surface he's sitting on and stands. "We're on an island, anyway. There's one road off, though."

[fistpound]

"What now? A bloody island?" Ardbert has to look behind him, in the general direction of the door, as if that would give him all the answers to the questions he has in his brain.

But that's not how the world works, even in a dream.

"I s'pose it doesn't matter now that I just left the door open, does it?"

[violenti]

"Yeah. In Montana, if you want to consider the scale of 'middle of nowhere' that we're in."

He considers the stranger's words as he comes closer. "That... makes sense," he concedes. If he'd left the door open, it should be open still, right?

If it's a dream- which, he assumes it is, given that there's no logical reason for several things, not least of all that he's back in Hope County, that doesn't explain why he doesn't recognize the newcomer. Rook thinks he remembers something about not being able to dream of faces you've never seen before. Maybe that wasn't true, though.

[fistpound]

"Right." Ardbert crosses his arms over his chest, shifting his weight to one leg as he thinks.

"In other words, we're stuck unless either of us have some rafting skills. Or..."

Someone wakes up. But who is the dreamer here?

[violenti]

"And the tools to do so," he points out. "Dutch has a weird garage sort of thing in here, but I don't think he has the tools for that, honestly."

Seeming to lose interest in the door as soon as he'd gained it, he turns around and wanders a few steps back into the room he'd been curled up in. "There's food and such here, so, it's not the worst."

[fistpound]

"Well." Ardbert has to shrug. "I was going to say, until someone wakes up, but you're the first one here, as far as I can tell. What would I know?"

Unless the dreamer here is Ardbert... and he wont rule it out, given how a singular forest has been the focus of his nights every damn night. This might not look anything like his, but he wont rule out the possibility that it still is, and it just looks slightly different.

Except not even slightly, but a lot different.

[violenti]

"Well- yeah. Until then, anyway. I've been dreaming about this place a lot, the last few days."

Damn near every night, in fact, if not every night. It's strange, and it feels so real. It's weird that someone he's dreaming about would call attention to the fact this is a dream, though. He thinks. Dream logic doesn't always make sense- usually doesn't, in fact.

"How'd you know it's a dream?"

[fistpound]

"It might as well be, because nothing makes sense here, and this is not where I remember laying down to sleep." Of course, logic could say he was kidnapped and taken here, but Ardbert doesn't feel like it works that way.

What sort of deciduous forest is on an island? Aren't they meant to be jungles instead?