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TEAM SNOW WHITE LOG

TEAM SNOW WHITE

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Team Snow White roster: Davey Jacobs, Eleanor Lamb, Fang, Kasen Kanesada, Malik Ishtar, Mari Ohara, Riku, Ritsu Kageyama, Ryoji Mochizuki, Toushiro Hitsugaya, Yuri Plisetsky.

The city's been under siege for what feels like hours. It's only on August 3rd that you learn it's been a matter of days. Monsters begin pulling Retrospec users through portals left and right, large gaping holes in reality that spit you out in any given location around the city.

However, just as you think you're finally getting away, a large blue portal opens and you're snatched up. No amount of fighting and struggling will free you and soon the pressure is too great to ignore. Darkness fills your vision and the last thing you may remember is the sound of many bat wings...

This is the Team Snow White Event Log. You are free to toplevel and thread as you choose on this log, but only team members may utilize this log. Important links to mod toplevels are: Mod Questions & Participation Reporting. Please be aware you are responsible for reporting your own participation & objective completion efforts with links; the moderators will try to keep up with threads, but as we are currently running several teams with participation, we require you to keep us up to date! Please read each of the toplevels and instructions!

The schedule for Team Snow White is as follows:

3RD: Objective 1 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 1 Part Two
10TH: Objective 1 closes (8PM EST), Objective 2 posted (9PM EST)
17TH: Objective 2 closes (8PM EST), Objective 3 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 3 Part Two
24th: Objective 3 closes (8PM EST), Final city-wide log posted (9PM EST)

Objectives will be given in mod toplevels to this post with instructions; please check the log currently for Objective 1 to see how this will work.

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( Yuri is bandaged up and in clean clothes for this, at least, though he looks more mutinous and determined than anything else when he's paddling along with the women guiding the boat, keeping a sharp eye for floating logs in the water.

he knows intimately they're probably not logs. his life is determinedly not that easy. )

After this, we're setting up camp for the night, right?

[All the while they're navigating the boat, Freya's makeshift spear never leaves her side. Her gaze's darting around cautiously, as well.]

Not a bad idea. Even if we've got more than enough light for everyone, this is a great place to get dragged under by some sulking monster.

[Eleanor uses her long pole to keep guiding the boat by Freya's instructions, as she stands up at the front of it, watching the water. She's eyeing the logs nearby as well, much the same way Yuri was, because...ugh. Alligators. Crocodiles? Stupid swamp monsters.]

[On the bank, trailing along after them, was the frogdogswamp monster she and Yuri had befriended earlier.]

[She glanced back at the two other occupants.]

Taking a break sounds nice. I feel like I've been going for a week.

We've been going for days. Maybe actual weeks.

( he grumbles, paddling on and trying not to wince at his aches. they're pulling up to the shack, insects cavorting lazily overhead. )

Think that smaller house in the back is open? It'd help keep the shitty bugs away if it was.

That sounds too easy. [Freya glances back at the... thing that's been following them. She's not entirely sure she trusts it, but if these two vouched for it...]

We'll ask the others when we get back. Maybe Lady Luck's had a change of heart. [The tall woman steps out of the boat, adjusting her grip on her weapon, advancing along the short dock. It... seemed clear.]

Why not? We have to get good luck eventually right?

[Eleanor scrambled out of the boat after them, shoving her pole into the dirt next to the makeshift dock.]

If we get all the keys maybe we can sleep inside the big house. It has to be nicer than out here right?

[As she talks, the swampfrogdog comes bounding up to them, waving his...moss? Happily. Eleanor reaches out to give him a little pat, still a bit hesitant, then waves a rock up off the ground nearby and tosses it away so he can chase it.]

We're not dead yet. That's almost good luck. Plus we've found one key, maybe more, with everyone else.

( sardonic as his delivery may be, it's his attempt at optimism. the moss frogdog goes bounding after the tossed stone, showing no signs of being ill at ease. does he trust that?

no. it hadn't warned about the gator either. )

Are we going to name it? Something like... Wolf Dragon Boulder?

( he's entirely serious as they quietly approach the shack, Yuri moving more like a wary, hunted animal than anything else. )

[Freya tosses her head slightly with a quiet snort.] Mr. Fluffernutters is a better name than that. [She will never get over the awful name of Pen's cat.]

[She quietly pads over to the door of the mystery shack, and's immediately taken aback by the awful stench. Twisting the doorknob, Freya swings the door open with a little push, hands flying to her weapon. She freezes, then slowly stands.]

Christ. There's some luck, right there. [A slaughterhouse. Shack. Whatever. That explains the smell. There doesn't seem to be anything hostile, but it's still not a sight she'd like to see after the last week and a half.]

[Oh my god were they as terrible at naming things as she was? Eleanor just looked from one to the other as she followed after them.]

...Mr. Wolferdragon?

[SHe suggested as a compromise, even as she moved to follow Freya through the door only to step back in surprise, putting her hand up over her nose.]

Oh that is rank!

Wolferdragon.

( which is not as cool as he prefers, but it will do. he states as much in a voice brooking no argument. Wolferdragon is now Named.

however, when both woman say it smells gross... Yuri pinches his nose and comes close to peer inside. he can't tell if anything looks recent. everything has that sightly older, crusty look, and what he tastes in his tongue is an unhappy but not recent figuring. things move inside the slaughter shack, but it's strips of hung meat in the breeze the open door generates.

all this leaves him curious rather than off put. a butchers is a butchers. nothing inside looks human. hence he carefully slips inside, eyes darting around. )

Dibs on a knife!

( since he's still pinching his nose closed, it comes off as... oddly pitched. he heads for the knives where they lay, eyes still looking around the shack. )

[Freya doesn't say anything for a moment, watching Yuri beeline for the sharp implements with a cocked eyebrow.]

[She almost starts to protest, "I'm not calling it that," but changes her mind. With a shake of her head, Freya starts off to a different corner, where it looks like skins have been piled.]

You know what? You do you, Mr. Edgelord. [The tall woman mutters something as she walks away, and it kind of sounds like "don't miss bein' a teenager."]

Ugh...

[Eleanor made an unhappy sound as the other two stepped into the awful cabin, her hand still covering her nose. She didn't want to go in at all, but she wasn't just going to stand around outside being useless either. As she waited, Wolferdragon came running back and flopped down on the ground, happily gnawing on the rock he had chased.]

...Okay. You stay here.

[Eleanor said to the odd creature, and then sighed and stepped into the shack too, keeping one hand over her mouth.]

Can I get a few of those knives? Assuming you don't need all of them.

( he hears what Freya says and is perversely pleased by it. he's checking for any kind of sheath when Eleanor asks about the knives; he glances back her way, shrugging. )

I figured we'd take them all back with us. Hey, can you toss one of those things over?

( addressing Freya, meaning one of the pelts. he's thinking about wrapping knives in the pelts to keep them more easy to transport, even as he reaches out to prod at what looks like jerky hanging in neat strips from the rafters. idly, he sees about breaking a piece off, testing it with the tip of his tongue. safe to eat or not? a teenager's story. )

[While Yuri's playing To Eat Or Not To Eat, an alligator hide comes sailing his way. Freya was still looking at the pelts when she tossed one behind her.]

Some of these are pretty nice. Can't hurt to bring the lot of 'em back, yeah?

"So what did you do on your summer Vacation, Eleanor?" "Oh well I looted a slaughterhouse in a backwater swamp for knives and pelts."

[Eleanor said the first part in a fake interview voice, and the second part as herself, then just let out an amused sigh as she stepped out of the way of the tossed pelt so Yuri could catch it. Ugh. Why couldn't they have gotten dropped somewhere clean.]

[She was about to say something else, and she turned back just in time to see Yuri about to put a bit of the ceiling-jerky into his mouth. Okay no.]

Oh you cannot be serious! Don't eat the creepy swamp slaughterhouse meat!

( he catches the pelt, the dried meat shoved in his mouth as a consequence. there's no burning or the like on his tongue; it tastes like jerky, really, slightly peaty, which... swamp?

he shoots Eleanor a grin as he places the pelt on the bench and starts rolling knives up within it. this at least feels proactive, though he wishes there were any kind of note he could leave. sorry, mysterious people who came before and disappeared, we're taking your stuff for now, thank you. )

Protein is protein. It's not bad, kind of like weird chicken flavour.

[That argument gets Freya to turn around. She glances up at where Yuri plucked the jerky from, then at the varied (but most, gator) pelts, then back to Yuri. She's briefly concerned, but then shrugs. Might as well play this off humorously.]

Let 'im. Someone's gotta try it first. If he doesn't drop dead, that's great; more food to go around. If he does? One less mouth to feed.

You know raw meat already has a million things bad about it before it hangs in a bug infested swamp, right?

[This is said before Freya chimes in, and El just looks from Yuri to her and back, twice, before she sighs.]

Whatever. If he dies, you're dragging him back to the house.

[That probably wasn't true, but she couldn't do anything about it. Instead she just turns and moves off to another part of the little shack, picking up one of the turtle shells just to give herself something else to focus on.]

It's not raw.

( he points out, swallowing what he'd been testing out. )

It's dried. You know, smoked? Like jerky.

( he doesn't seem overly concerned about how the (smarter, wiser) ladies with him aren't all ready for the jerky movement. nothing is reacting in his throat or gut; he supposes the digestion will speak for itself before nightfall, packing the meat into a roll of cloth he pulls out of his sack. then everything is shoved away in there, coming up next to Eleanor to look at the turtle shell. )

That's... so cool!

It's still been hanging out here and full of bugs.

[She said this without turning around, instead just picking up one of the turtle shells and turning it over a few times in her hands.]

I suppose it's...like a bowl?

[Which was somehow awful but also kind of useful, really...

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