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[the_marshal]

Who| Wyatt and... you?
What| Planning his next step
When| The day after the Cornucopia
Where| Let's say S4
Warnings/Notes| None

He'd survived the Cornucopia, and the subsequent swim to the next island. The cut on his arm had been dealt with (hopefully the salt water had cleaned it well enough to keep infection at bay) and the long night, spent just inside the tree line, had been uneventful if restless.

Now, with the sun already on its ascent through the startlingly blue sky, Wyatt stood in the sand, looking out at the rolling waves. Hunger was a gentle itch, scratching at the back of his gut that he could ignore for awhile yet, but thirst, well, that was going to be problem. And soon.

Mustache quirking thoughtfully, he ran a hand over his hair and sighed.

Shoud he follow the beach? Or head deeper into the trees?

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[tailforbrains]

After some experimentation with climbing trees to get at those hard, round things and subsequently bashing them against rocks to see what was inside them, Neeshka wasn't as thirsty as she could have been. She'd wound up curled up in thick foliage most of the day before, dozing and starting at every sound, and spent the night hunting down water that didn't taste gross and dealing with the tree experimentation, which had been somewhat more successful than the water problem.

Now her goal was a knife. Or something useful, anyway, because bashing things on rocks wasn't going to get her out of here alive. She kept mostly to the trees, since they were less hot and more concealing, but kept her eye on the beach, too.

So of course she spotted mister cowboy out there, looking so thoughtfully out at the completely unhelpful, undrinkable water. She stopped and melted a little further back into the foliage-- or as much as one could when one's hair was such a contrasting shade of red and one's tail didn't like staying still-- to consider whether or not to make an attempt. Maybe talking first would work better. Unless he was an attack-first-and-talk-later type.


((if he doesn't notice her in his post, she'll actually come say hi X3 ))

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko had tried to distract herself through the long, uncomfortable night with thoughts of what she'd do on a real trip to the beach, back home, but she kept getting caught on the part where she'd be sleeping indoors. She never thought she'd say this, but she would have preferred to go back into the last Arena.

But she was stuck for the moment with the vague hope of winning and never entering another Arena, so when morning came she forced herself out of her nest and started to walk along the beach. Less cover than the trees, but this way she could see when someone was coming.

And it looked like she wasn't the only one with the idea. There was a man walking as well, a man Momoko recognized as Ariadne's first kill last Arena. He hadn't made it very far, that was all the Arena footage there existed of him, so Momoko wasn't sure what to do when he inevitably spotted her. Run? Bluff? Bargain?