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EVENT LOG: WAY DOWN WE GO

AUGUST 14TH - 24TH

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This log is a general dump for all log threads pertaining to August's Way Down We Go event - and in lieu of the lack of catch-all for August, you can feel free to do non-event log threads here as well! Go ahead and utilize vestigenet for any event-related network posts you'd like to make.
The main chunk of the event takes place between the IC dates August 17th (reveal of the hatch) and August 22nd (the latest the spelunkers can be freed before they drown). No rush leaping on this event post, since I know most folks are honestly still plotting about it.
All event information can be found on the July Event Infopost!
Please take special care in this event to label your top-levels with identifying information such as the IC date, any prompts specifically pertaining to event roles (spelunker, rescue efforts, etc), and/or 'non-event' for any non-event prompts you may include. Just trying to keep things organized!
I'm going to help solidify the plotting efforts over the next few days to help make sure everyone's on the same page, but none of it will be set in stone just in case latecomers want in too. If you want in, chime in on the spelunkers, rescue efforts, or support roles top-levels as applicable!
Any questions can be directed to this top-level or, for a quicker response, to Trace on discord/plurk.

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The answer doesn't seem to impress her. An interesting ability is one thing, but being bad at it is another entirely. Maria simply watches her for a few long seconds, unmoving at about 20 feet from shore ... then sighs.

"Can you cook them?" she asks, and any doubt she might feel about the answer manages not to make it into her gentle tone.

That at least - she nods quickly and sharply. Though the tone makes her want to curl away and wince. "Yes, yes of course."

Maria nods as well, satisfied with the answer.

"Then I will get fish, for us both. You will cook," she says. She doesn't exactly need the fish cooked, but variety is the spice of life, and all. And it will behoove her to make friends here. She takes a step back toward deeper water, but, just to make sure they're in agreement, "You will prepare a fire?"

"Oh? Oh! Oh yes of course. Please, I would be ever so grateful."

Gilia walks her way out of the water, though it's not quite - right, she walks like it does not hinder her as it would most people. Gliding through it comfortably as she goes back to shore like in some way she was made from the same substance.

She already had plans to make a fire for herself, and it is somehow a skill she possesses, as she kneels down to the next to the small fire pit she had constructed earlier. Kneeling over it as she begins to build the fire from the basics first. Kindling, then twigs, and then middling size kindling, and then larger branches. There are no logs she could retrieve, but it will certainly do for now to get the fire going as she goes to her normal clothes. She leans to catch her striking steel and the piece of flint in a small satchel. Thank Spirits for her role requiring her to be ready for any of her people's needs.

So she leaned over and begin to strike steel to flint to start sparking the fire. Trick as it was when she was sodden and dripping water, but it doesn't slow her down.

Good, they have an agreement. Maria nods and turns away without another word, though not before noting that strange way the woman has with water. Maria likes to think she pretty thoroughly understands the physics of water, and that's not them.

But -- it doesn't seem pertinent. She disappears with hardly a splash, sinking out of view the way she'd risen into it. In the weightless embrace of the lake, she moves easily, almost fishlike herself. It's an easy matter to catch the things, if a little bit undiginfied to be doing it by hand. But it will do for now, and she'll make tools for next time.

She's back in about two minutes, and this time rises from the water to stride fully onto the shore. Digitigrade legs ending each in a frog's finned foot carry her to land with two fish gripped in each hand. Her claws dig in to counter their slippery bodies, and blood smears her still-dripping hands.

"Can you clean them?" she asks by way of a greeting, attention curious on the woman.

Gilia nods, eyeing up the fish.

"Very well." Her hands reach up, to take the fish off of her, ready and waiting. "How would you preferred it cooked?"

She reaches to deposit the fish carefully -- most of them seem to have been neatly punctured just behind the head, but one of them has a very widely set bite mark in its flank, almost the length of its body. That one proved to be tricky to catch.

"I do not usually cook them first," she says, "So however you prefer, that is how I prefer."

"Of course. Are you one of the sea-creatures?"

She has met them, in her own land. Though they never looked like this woman, that mattered little. It is nice to know another child of the sea, in some form. Enough for her to venture a smile.

It is asked as she works, curling her wrist at her side and from it comes a small bit of water. It is clear and she controls it far better than she controls the water of the lake, it seems. No she cannot fish so well, but with this, she can do a far better job of cleaning the fish. Water was to her, all tools.

Turning the fish she begins to descale it in a fast pressure, then uses it to cut straight through the flesh like a knife, as she uses the water with a great pressure to gain the edge she needs. Slicing it from head to tail and using it to cut the fish in halves, so she could begin removing the organs, in the same manner that she descaled it if a little more gently.

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