Chasing Rabbits

[kaitiebugs]

Name: Shauna "Hush" Perkins	Thoughts: Whyyyy?
Race: Harengon	Age: 23
Motivation: Achievement.	Equipment: ConventionTM suitcase, airpods, sunglasses, fox hoodie... wait, what??

After the monkey responded, Shauna stomped her foot on the seat. "This is ridiculous!" The pale bun moved to throw up her hood but it caught on her ears. A small shriek of frustration escaped the young thing. The comments made by a rather normal looking human, a large badger, and now talking cat people--?? Shauna became grumpier the more she attempted to get off the plane. Ah! I need my suitcase! ... Why--? Am I really this short? Is this what children and shorter people go through?? She could no longer reach the overhead where her suitcase resided because she was a whopping four feet tall.

A few minor, helpless looking hops led to a frustrated final attempt. A loud bonk noise escaped the plane as her new-found Rabbit Hopping powers seemed to activate. 10 feet up is not the distance she desired whatsoever. Shauna let out a highly frustrated and pained yelp once her head met the roof of the plane.

"I just- WHY?!" An eruption of grumbles while she held her head in annoying pain spewed out of the plane. It was time to leave the plane- but she needed her suitcase. It had everything- everything. After a few moments of grumpy, depressed, and anxious sobs, the bunny began to descend off the plane. Upon her luck, she found some strange incense on the ground. Well, not too strange as they definitely gave off a very familiar smell. Her friends used this kind of stuff to 'relax'.

The bunny quietly shouted, "... Can someone please help me?" as she looked around for someone taller than her. She attempted to pull her fox eared hood over her head and her face in quieter frustration. Asking for help was never a forte for most, but when in an improbable, unexplainable, and dangerous situation such as this- Shauna desperately needed some assistance.

 

[Zahzi]

Name: Biorr Strond	Temperament/Thoughts: Forsøg på illusionen om ro.
Race: Goliath	Age: 37 AC: 11 HP: 9
Motivation: Searching..	Equipment: Standard Issue Duffle Bag; 3 sets of clothing. Prosthetic cleaning kit. Dog Tags. Danish snacks. Battered helm and hood attachment. Water Bottle....Someone did something to his armor...

Biorr's attention was once again grabbed by one of the others. This time the sobbing of what seemed to be the smallest of the group. A...Child? I mean, they were all children to him......Regardless.
He walked over and looked down at her, tilting his head slightly. It was clear she needed help. But here was hoping it was easy to explain. Pointing was universal, right?


kaitiebugs

 

[kaitiebugs]

Name: Shauna "Hush" Perkins	Thoughts: Hnnn...
Race: Harengon	Age: 23
Motivation: Achievement.	Equipment: ConventionTM suitcase, airpods, sunglasses, fox hoodie... wait, what??

Of course, the Giant one approached. Biorr's height and demeanor felt more imposing now than what was probably less so earlier. As Shauna looked up, she met his gaze. Luckily for Biorr, Shauna was too tense to speak to him. She pointed up towards the front of the plane where her suitcase resided. She moped, and despite her lack of human features, it was adorable. After all, it was essentially a rabbit pouting with flushed cheeks and watery eyes. She would have made an excellent Judy Hopps cosplayer. A heavy sigh fled as she began leading him towards the first-class section she had pointed to get her suitcase. Once she returned to her seat, she climbed onto the opposite side's seat to look towards the suitcase's current residence. A final point towards the overhead would hopefully show Biorr what she meant.

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Interaction with Zahzi

 

[Zahzi]

Name: Biorr Strond	Temperament/Thoughts: Forsøg på illusionen om ro.
Race: Goliath	Age: 37 AC: 11 HP: 9
Motivation: Searching..	Equipment: Standard Issue Duffle Bag; 3 sets of clothing. Prosthetic cleaning kit. Dog Tags. Danish snacks. Battered helm and hood attachment. Water Bottle....Someone did something to his armor...

There was an audible blink as Biorr followed the child to what she needed. It seemed clear. The briefcase in the overhead was too far for her to reach. At least it was solved simply and quickly. He could see how uneasy his presence made her. He nodded, before reaching into the compartment and retrieving the sought after container and returning it to the rabbit in question. After setting it next to her, he backed away and returned to have a view of everything else so as to not keep her on edge.

It's better that way.


kaitiebugs

 

[kaitiebugs]

Name: Shauna "Hush" Perkins	Thoughts: Hmhmhm... Not all things are as they seem.
Race: Harengon	Age: 23
Motivation: Achievement.	Equipment: ConventionTM suitcase, airpods, sunglasses, fox hoodie... wait, what??

Shauna watched and quickly realized how gentle he was being. She would remember Biorr's kindness as she happily hopped down from the seats to grab her suitcase. Not all giants are scary; they may look tough initially, but they can be very friendly or helpful. Shauna would keep that in mind for the future. +1 friend.

Funnily enough, she noticed the liquor cart while he found her luggage. It looked incredibly well for such a dramatic crash. After a few moments, she pointed again at the cart but quickly noticed he had walked away. She began dragging her suitcase out of the plane with a few coughs. Someone may want that... maybe.

 

[D. Rex]

As she saw people going into the plane, it seemed time to get to work salvaging what they could. After all, in a survival situation, as this most certainly was, time was of the essence.


But as she entered the plane after them, the smell of smoke hit her nose like a truck. Thats right... it was still on fire. And the cabins were no doubt going to be filling with smoke. "Be careful!" She called after them. "Dont breath in the smoke! Stay low. Cover your mouths with something wet! And come out for fresh air!" While she wasn't thinking any of them were stupid. Stuff like this could easily slip ones mind. And the last thing they needed was to die now because of smoke or monoxide.


Well. She could fix that at least.


First thing she did upon entering the cabin was to try and open the emergency doors to try and air out the cabin.


It should help. And if anybody could not find a wet cloth, she would help them do that if they needed.


Unfortunately, the more air flowing through the plane meant more air for the fire. So that needed to be her focus. Maybe she could buy the others time to grab stuff.


Thankfully modern safety standards meant fire extinguishers. Lots of them. So Lizzy went about collecting a couple.

She needed the help of a man. And the big foreigner was definitely a man. This was good. And while she herself could not speak Swedish, she doubted he wouldn't know what a fire extinguisher was.


Trying to hurry, she approached Bior. ( Zahzi Not about to insult him by trying to talk slower, she instead handed him one of the fire extinguishers and pointed to one of the fires. The one on the wing would be the biggest... that's were fuel would be at. But most of it was likely leaked out. But if they could get that out, and the one by the exit. Them this place should be safe.


Lizzy herself would start by putting out the fire at the big hole where they could go in and out. Making it safer for them. Then proceed to trying to put out the others fires. With Bior if he decided to help her.

 

[Zahzi]

Name: Biorr Strond	Temperament/Thoughts: Forsøg på illusionen om ro.
Race: Goliath	Age: 37 AC: 11 HP: 9
Motivation: Searching..	Equipment: Standard Issue Duffle Bag; 3 sets of clothing. Prosthetic cleaning kit. Dog Tags. Danish snacks. Battered helm and hood attachment. Water Bottle....Someone did something to his armor...

You know, things could be going worse. They seem to already be clued in on how pointing is golden for miscommunication. Biorr looked down at the fire extinguisher, a short huff at how THIS stayed normal yet everything he found was changed somehow. God these American extinguishers were just horribly designed. How do you expect to use it properly if it could MAKE THE FIRE WORSE if it gets too close and detonates?

He shook his head before pulling the latchpin and getting to work, aiming at the fire and pulling the trigger handle to deal with the fire.

Someone else was taking initiative.

This was good.

D. Rex

 

[Lioness075]

Name: Samantha Sorren	Nickname: Sam, Shadow
Race: Tabaxi	Age: 21
Motivation: Acquisition	Equipment: Large military backpack, five sets of clothes, toiletries, pillow, stuffed animal lion, cell phone and charger, laptop and charger, Nintendo Switch and charger, assorted snacks and refillable water bottle, wireless headphones, thermos, two fiction novels, small first aid kit, medications for a week, and daily affirmation calendar

Sitting on her haunches and glancing around at this mismatched group of strangers, Sam found herself still in a bit of a daze. She was only partially brought out of it when she heard a scream from the nearby wreckage with her ears twitching in that direction. Another humanoid cat approached the group and she found it was mildly comforting to not be the only humanoid cat. Though, she wondered if this person had some injury or if they had just woken up frightened. Probably option two.

Curious, she tilted her head to the side and tried to make eye contact with the other cat, despite not really knowing what to say to her. She felt like it was obviously not a hallucination, but knew people usually did not appreciate absolute comments like that.

Quickly growing bored of the awkward and random attempts to get to know one another or figure things out, Sam was content to follow someone's lead. She stood up on all fours and trotted after the woman with an ax, which was apparently the new norm here.

As she started to follow the woman, a few others trickled back into the wreckage, doing the exact opposite of what she had proposed. Groaning quietly, Sam meandered over to some random luggage scattered about and began rummaging through it while she waited for the others to finish their business on the wreckage itself. She was happy to stay away from the fire.

 

[Tiguidi]

Name: William "Monkey" Lemire	Thoughts: so… now what?
Race: Simian	Age: 23
Motivation: Understanding.	Equipment: 2 sets of clothes, Smartphone, phone charger, chocolate bars, small bags of candy, water bottle, few cans of iced tea, screwdriver kit + screwdriver

The survivors quickly assembled, all more or less changed in appearance (not that Will was surprised, at this point).

"Did you even have a beard and sunglasses before?"

“Hm? Oh yeah.”, the Simian shrugged, bringing a hand up to touch his face. “Tinted glasses are the same. Er, I guess the sideburns are a byproduct of being, y’know, this. Soul patch’s mine too, I’m not getting rid of it that easily. ...Guess I’m a furry, now.” While he kept his neutral tone, a hint of a lazy smile seemed to be permanently plastered on the Simian’s face, as if being transformed into a monkey was now completely normal.

-Oh hey, another kahjiit/tabaxi person! Looks like catgirls were popular, no matter where he was.

“I think we’ve got everyone.”, he called out to Shey. During his quick trip around the plane, he didn’t notice anyone hidden under the rubble or anything. Which in itself was strange. ’There aren’t even any bodies… yet we and the plane got here…’

Despite Shey’s earlier suggestion to move (which he completely agreed with, by the way), some others seemed focused on actually weakening the fire with extinguishers. “So, uh, are we moving or are we saving the plane that’ll never fly again…?” With everything burning down, even using extinguishers probably won’t save items of value like food and drinks.

Shrugging, he walked over to where the honey badger and the still-human were, trying his very best to ignore the other catgirl -the one walking on all fours. A part of him was simply too lazy to help out with the fire, thinking it would be pointless. But there was another reason. “Now that I think about it, wherever we are, don’t you think a plane crash like this would attract attention?”, he idly spoke up, not asking anyone in particular.

Interactions: Ashy_OCdesigns Ian Temero

Mentioned: D. Rex Lioness075 The Grand Fool

 

[D. Rex]

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Name: William "Monkey" Lemire	Thoughts: so… now what?
Race: Simian	Age: 23
Motivation: Understanding.	Equipment: 2 sets of clothes, Smartphone, phone charger, chocolate bars, small bags of candy, water bottle, few cans of iced tea, screwdriver kit + screwdriver

The survivors quickly assembled, all more or less changed in appearance (not that Will was surprised, at this point).

"Did you even have a beard and sunglasses before?"

“Hm? Oh yeah.”, the Simian shrugged, bringing a hand up to touch his face. “Tinted glasses are the same. Er, I guess the sideburns are a byproduct of being, y’know, this. Soul patch’s mine too, I’m not getting rid of it that easily. ...Guess I’m a furry, now.” While he kept his neutral tone, a hint of a lazy smile seemed to be permanently plastered on the Simian’s face, as if being transformed into a monkey was now completely normal.

-Oh hey, another kahjiit/tabaxi person! Looks like catgirls were popular, no matter where he was.

“I think we’ve got everyone.”, he called out to Shey. During his quick trip around the plane, he didn’t notice anyone hidden under the rubble or anything. Which in itself was strange. ’There aren’t even any bodies… yet we and the plane got here…’

Despite Shey’s earlier suggestion to move (which he completely agreed with, by the way), some others seemed focused on actually weakening the fire with extinguishers. “So, uh, are we moving or are we saving the plane that’ll never fly again…?” With everything burning down, even using extinguishers probably won’t save items of value like food and drinks.

Shrugging, he walked over to where the honey badger and the still-human were, trying his very best to ignore the other catgirl -the one walking on all fours. A part of him was simply too lazy to help out with the fire, thinking it would be pointless. But there was another reason. “Now that I think about it, wherever we are, don’t you think a plane crash like this would attract attention?”, he idly spoke up, not asking anyone in particular.

Interactions: Ashy_OCdesigns Ian Temero

Mentioned: D. Rex Lioness075 The Grand Fool

"All the better if it did attract attention. Its don't be like a plane going missing just gets ignored. Sooner they find us the better. And maybe they get here before my brain bleeds out." Lizzy said as she tossed an empty fire extinguisher to the side. The flames at the entrance now put out.

"It may not fly again. But we don't be knowing how long we are going to be stuck here. And I promise you a fancy plane wreck that being somewhat intact will be a lot better for us as shelter than trusting our fortune in the wild. We were around Antonio. And them hills in the distance have got to be San Antonio Mountain. But..."


Elizabeth paused. Looking back out into the darkness. And the sprawling wilderness. "But this ain't no desert..."

Maybe they flew farther than they thought?

"Either way, hun, it all the better if we get what we can before we lose it all. This a survival situation. Brain injuries and all. So best we try to up our chances. Anything might be useful at this point."



After picking up another fire extinguisher, she hurried back to helping the big guy with the rest of the fires.

 

[Zahzi]

Name: Biorr Strond	Temperament/Thoughts: Forsøg på illusionen om ro.
Race: Goliath	Age: 37 AC: 11 HP: 9
Motivation: Searching..	Equipment: Standard Issue Duffle Bag; 3 sets of clothing. Prosthetic cleaning kit. Dog Tags. Danish snacks. Battered helm and hood attachment. Water Bottle....Someone did something to his armor...

He was having flashbacks of his glory days years ago. Mock scenarios under the ocean in a sub with fire emergencies in a submarine during a simulated fight. Boredom could only be beat by a stick so much. Short, controlled bursts. Well. As controlled as one can be when you only have two thumbs and two index fingers left. The movement of the cat woman from before. It looks like she was coming back around to help with the blaze. He gave a silent nod as he continued to fight back the fire while the others remained at a safe distance.

Considering what he was doing just two months ago, this was fairly calm. Hrm. More time and energy away from those flashbacks the better.

 

[The Grand Fool]

Atrx Madtax

HP: 6
AC: 10

But wait... a crash wouldn't make us change like this... unless we are hypnotized. Or maybe we are in an Isekai scenario! But that only happens in Manga and Anime.
Atrix looked around.
Maybe we should make a campfire while the plane is still on fire.

 

[welian]

Five minutes later...
As the wreckage of the airplane burns and thick black smoke billows across the forest (away from you, thankfully), you all escape safely and in a timely fashion. About a hundred feet to the west, Lizzy spots the remnants of a relatively fresh campfire along a clearing between the trees. As she works to bring the campfire back to life, the rest of you make yourselves comfortable on two benches of felled logs. Well, those of you who fit. You might have to fight each other for seats.

Anyways.

As a group, you all have acquired the following loot:

• 1x emergency medical kit, containing a variety of modern medicines as well as a tourniquet, IV lines, and syringes.
• 1x unused fire extinguisher.
• 1x used fire extinguisher (can be used as a club)
• 2x bar carts, one contained a dozen bottles of liquor and the other containing many cans of soda and bottles of water. Some are broken but most are good.
• Enough bags of pretzels and peanuts for all of you to munch on while you contemplate your life choices.
• 4x rolls of toilet paper.
• 1x dog. You're not sure how this good boy survived the crash - in fact, none of you saw him aboard the plane earlier! Maybe he went walkies and then came back?

Enjoy trying to carry all of that.



North (and slightly uphill), some of the hill looks oddly shaped, as though it was carved away or built in to.

To the east, behind the airplane, there lingers many smaller fires, and some of the ground is glassed over.

South and west, the forest only gets thicker.

What will you all do next?

Options include, but are not limited to:

• Freely talking amongst yourselves
• Survival checks to forage in the immediate area
• Perception checks to explore the immediate area
• Investigation checks to gather more details on loot
• Pet the dog

 

[Zahzi]

Name: Biorr Strond	Temperament/Thoughts: Vædder på, at jeg kunne lave et skjold ud af dem...
Race: Goliath	Age: 37 AC: 11 HP: 9
Motivation: Salvaging....	Equipment: Standard Issue Duffle Bag; 3 sets of clothing. Prosthetic cleaning kit. Dog Tags. Danish snacks. Battered helm and hood attachment. Water Bottle....Someone did something to his armor...

After all of the fiery excitement had come and gone, Biorr found himself fixated on the side of the plane, looking up at the old emergency hatch that was on both sides of the plane's fuselage. He had already made sure the group wasn't in any danger, and he had no need to be frantic with whatever supplies they had found. It would be better among the less prepared, anyway. He looked down at his hands for a moment, watching the metal fingers twitch and move at his command. They did work, albit nowhere near as well as real extremities. To date, his crowning achievement was the American salute. No, not that one.

He looked back up to the fuselage, and began an attempt to remove the two hatches. More or less to humor his own thoughts on the matter.

 

[Spoiled Bread]

After rummaging through the wreckage with the others, Stella felts like she had enough for the night. She couldn't believe she would think this but she hopes her father find her soon... She missed her bed already. Thankfully they found plenty of drinks so she popped one of the liquor and chugged it down.

She noticed a pair of eyes looking up at her while wagging his tail. It's that dog they found in the wreckage, probably the only survivor other than them. Stella wasn't a dog person but she couldn't help but insist to call him Cerberus. He's one hell of a dog afterall.

"You want some too, cerberus? You cant drink this one but you can have water." She said before using an empty wrap from the pretzel as makeshift drinking bowl for the dog and poured some water for him. She gave him some pet and let him quench his thirst.

"Soo... Anyone knows what to do in case of plane crash? Because I dont. Do we make an SOS sign or something?" Stella asked the other survivors. It pained her to admit this, but she had no idea what to do. Her father never gave her any training on wilderness survival.

 

[kaitiebugs]

Name: Shauna "Hush" Perkins	Thoughts: Oh thank goodness-
Race: Harengon	Age: 23
Motivation: Achievement.	Equipment: ConventionTM suitcase, check! Air Pods, check! Sunglasses, check! Fox hoodie, check! Ears and tail, che--wait, what??

Despite the hood, the bun's ears perked up in shock at the sudden yelling. She covered her mouth immediately with a sleeve and tried to quickly get as far away from the plane as possible while still with the few people she could see. Shauna passed several felines and was not as shocked about that as she should have been. Perhaps her experience in the industry and furries genuinely aided her in this situation, or she was already in shock, and seeing others in similar dilemmas did nothing. Regardless, she plopped her suitcase down and sat on it while she watched the others as they put out the fires.

Her ears perked again, though they dropped her hood back this time at the mention of attracting attention. Several thoughts of what kind of attention ran through her mind. However, Shauna idly waited and listened.

As she listened, she noticed a dog of sorts was also here! Oh, thank goodness... Maybe it was a service animal? Either way, the bun wiped her eyes and meandered closer to the dog, and … is that a Tiefling? Like, Dungeons and Dragons? Or just a demon … girl? She had to be a Tiefling, considering everything going on, ... right?

Shauna made her way to sit beside the Tiefling lass and the lovely pup. As she approached, however, she may have forgotten what she was—physically speaking.

 

[Ashy_OCdesigns]

"I'll go find firewood, then. It's a good way to have my lungs not die. And, neither do we." Enoki announced, before walking off to do his own thing, as per usual. (I cannot think of anything to write)

 

[welian]

He looked back up to the fuselage, and began an attempt to remove the two hatches.

Check: Strength

Result: 1d20 (15) + 1
Total: 16

The emergency hatches on the airplane wreckage come off easily - for Biorr. With a mighty heft, he now has two doors. Whatever could he possibly be planning?

She gave him some pet and let him quench his thirst.

Check: General

Result: 1d20 (10) + 0
Total: 10

The dog, who was a little too sweet and small to be a wolf, but a bit too long-legged to be a fully domestic pet, wags his tail happily and laps up the water, pleased with Stella's kindness. However...

As she approached, however, she may have forgotten what she was—physically speaking.

Check: Animal Handling

Result: 1d20 (2) + 5
Total: 7

... As an overgrown rabbit approaches, the dog - Cerberus, according to Stella - growls softly, his ears pinned back, as he sizes up his prey. He wants to chase her, but something is holding him back. The dog sniffs Shauna cautiously, walks a wide circle around her, and sniffs again, unsure if she is food or friend.

I'll go find firewood, then.

Roll a Survival check in the OOC thread - since we're level zero, it just needs to be one d20 plus your wisdom modifier.

 

[Tiguidi]

Name: William "Monkey" Lemire	Thoughts: Curious
Race: Simian	Age: 23
Motivation: Understanding.	Equipment: 2 sets of clothes, Smartphone, phone charger, chocolate bars, small bags of candy, water bottle, few cans of iced tea, screwdriver kit + screwdriver

William let out a small sigh -he didn’t want to start an argument over whether or not people would come save them. He knew he was being nihilistic and nonchalant about the situation and didn’t want to ruin the mood.

Still, he couldn’t help but think; they clearly weren’t in the desert they were supposed to be in, there wasn’t anyone else except this one group, and almost everyone got subjected to a racial change.

"Or maybe we are in an Isekai scenario! But that only happens in Manga and Anime."

… That actually made sense, funnily enough. “I was pondering on the situation and I wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case..." Drumming his fingers on his jacket, the Simian followed the rest of the group as they made their way toward an old campfire. Were there other survivors? Unlikely, but possible.

Squatting near the campfire, William watched with amusement the dog that… suddenly appeared near the group. That’d teach him for being in his own head most of the time…

’Well, might as well be useful.’

“I’ll go check if I can see anything interesting or useful.”, he announced as he got up, brushing his thighs before heading north. The shape of the hills were… peculiar, to say the least.

This was partly a test to see if his new Simian physiology would actually make him able to climb trees like a champ. If he could get on top of a tree to see what was on the horizon, he hoped he’d be able to notice something of note.

Interactions: The Grand Fool and everyone else at the camp

Mentions: D. Rex

 

[The Grand Fool]

Atrix Madtax

Atrix stretched as he stood up. He watched a couple of the strangers chucking drinks.

I was thinking, maybe we should introduce ourselves? Because we are going to sooner or later. I'm Atrix. Atrix Madtax. I'm 14... Well I was fourteen.

He looked over to the setting sun. A light breeze whisked up, but he didn't notice or care. It seemed his fur was a nice addition.

 

[Spoiled Bread]

"Eh, introduction. Sure. It has been years since I did my last one." Stella said disinterestedly. She probably would forget almost all their name in the next 5 seconds though.

"Name's Stella. It means star- Oh my!!" Eyes widen with realization, Stella cut her own words short before she stared at her own hands. "I see. I become a Satan because my name is not meant to be star, but a feckin' pentagram. I'm a genius!" The tiefling girl let out a boisterous laugh as a way to pat herself in the back. After a few moment she calmed down and shifted her attention to the one who introduced himself first... who was his name again??

"Soo, kid. Where are your parents? What kind of animals did they turned into? Is it the monkey?" Stella asked, she seemed to be in a better mood after that little realization.

The Grand Fool

 

[The Grand Fool]

Atrix Madtax

HP: 6
AC: 10

Atrix frowned. At lest he tried to frown.

My parents weren't on the plane. I was with a friend of mine going to a comicon. And no, I'm not related to the monkey. And I don't really think that your name has anything to deal with you being... what ever you are.

He was a little irked about the situation now. He didn't exactly want everyone to know that his parents had adopted him out when he was six and that his current foster family didn't give a fuck about what happened to him. And plus, why was he a furry when Shay was a normal human still. And then he looked around and noticed a lot of furries.

Um... I was wondering, why are so many of us animals? We have a monkey, a rabbit, two cats, a... He looks at himself, Honey badger? And then we have a giant with metal arms, a short person, and a... Tiefling looking creature.

 

[Zahzi]

Name: Biorr Strond	Temperament/Thoughts: Jeg kan i det mindste gøre dette.
Race: Goliath	Age: 37 AC: 11 HP: 9
Motivation: Protecting.	Equipment: Standard Issue Duffle Bag; 3 sets of clothing. Prosthetic cleaning kit. Dog Tags. Danish snacks. Battered helm and hood attachment. Water Bottle....Someone did something to his armor...DOOOOR SHIEEEELLLDS

Biorr gave a short smile as he succeeded in extracting the doors off the fuselage of the plane. Though there was a small part of him hoping that since it was an American plane that they would jettison off with some explosion that shook the mountain. It seemed up their alley. Don't they still revere Michael Bay or something..?

Moving on.

Those giant handles on the doors would serve a new purpose now as he slid his hands inside and lifted them up to his sides.
His hands would be useless in the event of a threat. The least he could do was be a barrier between the aggression and the children around him.
He could do that much at least.

Almost on cue with Atrix's description of him did Biorr trudge into view. He looked down at them all, taking a mental head count of how many they officially had in this group. He knew at least one of the cats had a good head on their shoulders. One of the rabbits seemed helpless due to their size. An adolescent, maybe? A few of the others seemed to have an idea what to do, so there was hope. He nodded toward them but did not approach the fire. He chose instead to keep watch in case something else had noticed their presence.

Something malicious.

 

[Lioness075]

Name: Samantha Sorren	Nickname: Sam, Shadow
Race: Tabaxi	Age: 21
Motivation: Acquisition	Equipment: Large military backpack, five sets of clothes, toiletries, pillow, stuffed animal lion, cell phone and charger, laptop and charger, Nintendo Switch and charger, assorted snacks and refillable water bottle, wireless headphones, thermos, two fiction novels, small first aid kit, medications for a week, and daily affirmation calendar

It got to the point that Sam was very much bored and had resorted to drawing in the dirt with her claws. Not that she was an artist or anything, but she was at least amusing herself while she waited on the few in the plane to finally give up so they could move on.

As they set up a makeshift camp, Sam felt herself also drawn to the mysterious dog that seemingly appeared out of thin air. Since when did they have a dog amongst their party?
Throughout her entire life, Sam was always intuitively drawn to animals and had been praised countless times about how she had a 'way' with them. Perhaps the same would hold true here.

Temporarily forgetting that she was now a cat, as one does when on all fours, Sam crept forward and then tentatively held out a clawed hand towards the dog as a friendly gesture. At the very least, this would let him or her get a chance to sniff her first. Sam's tail twitched behind her, her own fur standing on end as she slowly began to recall her new appearance and who she was trying to befriend.

Shit.

welian kaitiebugs

 

[D. Rex]

A lucky find if there ever was one. If anything about this entire ordeal could be called lucky. I mean... being alive was lucky. If they were alive. Given the inhuman features a good number of them sported, this very well could be a fever dream. Who knew the coronavirus could have such a finger the theatrics? Could be this is all happening in the split second before death as they crash. And its just some mental phenomenon like life flashing before your eyes or something. Or she really could just be having a brain bleed and would die any moment.

For the sake of her sanity, she would assume that she would not die in a matter of minutes.

After rummaging through the wreckage with the others, Stella felts like she had enough for the night. She couldn't believe she would think this but she hopes her father find her soon... She missed her bed already. Thankfully they found plenty of drinks so she popped one of the liquor and chugged it down.

She noticed a pair of eyes looking up at her while wagging his tail. It's that dog they found in the wreckage, probably the only survivor other than them. Stella wasn't a dog person but she couldn't help but insist to call him Cerberus. He's one hell of a dog afterall.

"You want some too, cerberus? You cant drink this one but you can have water." She said before using an empty wrap from the pretzel as makeshift drinking bowl for the dog and poured some water for him. She gave him some pet and let him quench his thirst.

"Soo... Anyone knows what to do in case of plane crash? Because I dont. Do we make an SOS sign or something?" Stella asked the other survivors. It pained her to admit this, but she had no idea what to do. Her father never gave her any training on wilderness survival.

Pacing around the campfire they had found, Lizzy kicked at some of the old bits of charcoaled wood that had been pulled aside from the main fire. Likely to be used again by the next person. The fire pit was still relatively fresh. While it had been put out, the ash was clearly still a fine and loose powder. Untouched by rain or wind. The foliage around the camp was still knocked down. Not having the time to have grown back into place.


"Well... we don't be needing an SOS signal yet. The smoke from the wreckage will do fine. The important thing being to not leave here. The plane would be easy to spot by helicopter, for one thing. And for another, it seems that we are on some sort of hikin' trail."


Lizzy emphasized the point by gesturing to the paths leading to and from the campsite. She did however bend down to pick up a glass bottle on the ground. At first glance she thought it was an antique. Certainly had the shape an imperfections of an old bottle. Really old. An imprintation reading "Kobold Rock Cider".


Lizzy sniffed dismissively. Sure it was amusing that a hipster brewed drink had a DnD reference, but for one thing, hipster made shit alcohol, and for a second you don't litter on hiking trails.

"The fire looks fresh too. Can't have been put out but about a couple hours ago. And surely they wouldn't have gotten far enough to have not noticed a plane crashing down. Besides, even if they don't come back, it's a well worn trail. Some folk would surely come by eventually. This fire has seen a number of uses."



Well, with that. She got to making a fire herself. With the help of some of the others gathering wood and kindling, she erected a fire in know time. Made easier by the leftover flames from the crash. A but of fabric and paper and you can carry it over easily. Much easier than trying to start it with just a lighter. Feeding it some of the charcoal from the last fire.

Lizzy did look over to those who were insistent in playing with the dog. They had got to be a bunch of city folk. Petting a dog out of no where like that. A good way to get your hand bitten off.

"It prolly be feral." She commented. "Lookin for camp scraps. Or a lost dog from a hiker. "


She stood back up to look over her work. Wasn't a big fire yet, but it would grow as they put some firewood into it.


"As for what we need..." she held up her hand to count off fingers. "Shelter. Got the wreckage for that. Food and water. We got some snacks and water, but it won't last us long. Could prolly eat the dog if needin be. Though we better wait for sun before we go sniffing around much farther. Them the big things."


She looked around. "I coulda sworn we were in Texas. But this don't be looking like Texas to me. We were above deserty stuff last I remember."


A thought did occur to her. She pulled put her phone. And of course. No bars. No service. "I don't suppose any of yall have any service out here? Cause I don't." She asked.


However. She did at least try to dial 911 to see if maybe just maybe it might?