An Invasion of Privacy [open]

[Sage Glass]

Kit automatically assumed that I'd be on the scouting trip, which irked me a bit-- am I really that predictable? She must have been pretty good at reading people, for she was correct. Though building an inhabitable and semi-permanent camp was going to be really important, I felt that I was more suited to scouting than building. And anyway, would helping build camp get me any closer to finding Will?

Kit said that she was going to stay and help build and almost immediately after, Luke agreed to do the same. I quirked an eyebrow, wondering if something was going to go on there... if you get what I'm saying. He seemed to be looking at her like a puppy who was afraid he was going to get kicked, but hoped he would get a treat, which was an expression I had never seen on a guy before, though I was used to seeing from my stepmother, Jennifer, who wore it often; that said, the expression itself disgusted me.

His next statement made my eyebrows shoot nearly into my hairline-- did he really expect us to stay in the area? The survivors could be anywhere, even if it was unlikely. The current was moving our way, but there was always a chance that people could get washed up elsewhere. I could see what he meant, though. It would be dangerous to wander too far away from camp: we could get lost, die from dehydration, fall down a ravine, get eaten by some random polar bear, come face-to-face with hostile natives... and the list goes on, becoming more and more outrageous with each new idea on how we'd face our demise. But just because it would be dangerous didn't cause me to back down. "We'll be scouting the whole island, since people could be anywhere, not just in our area," I said. "Anyone who just wants to scout the area around the camp can stay with the builders and write it one your to-do list, or something."

Nate stated that he would go scout the island, and looked to me for... approval? He could do what he wanted, but I had to admit that a tiny part of me was flattered (though I'd never say so out loud). I just shrugged my shoulders, as if I didn't care whether he came or stayed.

Ember and LJ seemed to have a silent conversation before Ember looked up and told us that she would be going to the expedition, while her brother would be staying to help put up the camp. I nodded, taking it all in: three searchers and three to stay and set up camp; I wasn't sure what the others would do.

"Alright," I sighed, "now that we've got this settled, we'll need to get back to the task at hand."

We worked for about two hours under the sun, sorting out everything of use. Myself, I had found lots of clothes, a few water and soda bottles (some were empty while others still had some liquid in them), a fair amount of toiletries, some books, and a few bottles of medications such as Advil, Tylenol, Tums, and Bonine; some car keys, an assortment of iPods, two laptops, a deck of cards, five wallets, three sell phones, a large stuffed koala, a PSP, and an authentic Harry Potter wand. For food, I found a melted Hershey bar, some M&M's, four bags of potato chips, two bags of Doritos, a bag of Sun Chips, a sleeve of Chips Ahoy, some stale popcorn, and a large carton of Goldfish.

Sighing, I stood to see what everyone else had found.

[Kitsune]

I was both anticipate and worried about opening MY bag. I knew that my decked out iPod would be dead to the world. But what was I thinking? Things like this would die anyway without a charger--I lifted the iTouch to find a charger. Its presence annoyed me. "Yes, now that I have a charger, I'll just plug it right in to the island's computer running on hydroelectricity and a team of monkeys, just GREAT." I mumbled, smiling a little. Placing the iTouch and its, CONVENIENT, charger on the ground with slightly unnecessary caution, I rummage further and find a crumbled and ink-drenched piece of paper that once held distinguishable letters. All I could make out was a dash and a fancy R. Probably a sneakily placed note from a friend. I smushed the paper in my hand, blue inky water dripping from my hand. I was going to toss it, but then I found myself carefully unfolding it to dry and placing it in my pile. For what, fire fuel starters? Was this the overresourceful trait I would develop here? I remembered seeing my great-grandpa keep EVERYTHING from soup cans to salt packets from McDonalds he'd smuggle. He was raised during the Great Depression, and all of those years later he never lost that habit.
If I ever got off this island, would I lose that habit? Or would I freak out my great-grandkiddies?
Oh wow. A bunch of the geeky things I brought would actually be more useful than I originally thought when I shoved them in my bag. There was a space where I had taken out my bow--
My bow. I rushed to the weapons stash and put it in the tube, then took it back to my bag. I patted my pocket which held my Swiss Army Knife.
I started to dissect my bag.
[glow=red,2,300]OOC:[/glow] Warning, I kind of rant about useless stuff right here, just stuff that my character brought. You DON'T need to read unless you plan to interact with my character's items or person
[glow=red,2,300]BIC:[/glow] My thick navy blue coat was intact--moist, but intact. Then there was a dark green, long-sleeve that I liked to wear at campouts because it was functional (and cute). I put these two things in my pile. 2 pairs of jeans, not including the sea-pummeled pair I had on now. A few shirts...some shorts...I gulped and blushed to myself upon finding a selection of panties. I quickly stowed these deep in the pile of clothes.
Finally, at the bottom of the clothes section I find my black bikini with the frills. But...where is... I curse silently. Nearly half of my clothing, including a full bodysuit for scuba, were packed away first on the boat. Still, I was better off than a lot of kids here. Like Judd...
[glow=red,2,300]Ok, this may be worth reading as of now, glad I saved you a passage? [/glow]
Among other trivial items I found cosmetic items suggested by my mother for the most part. Chap stick, a brush...the makeup powder sealable container, a wet brush, and the mascara had little meaning to me, but hey, maybe I could trade it off to another camper here. But I smiled at what was to be a treasure; deodorant and a bottle of my favorite shampoo.
I was sad to find the books in my bag were mostly ruined. One was the book of Pacific Marine Life I brought to get ahead of the rest of the kids on the boat. I was able to find a few intact pics of fish we could catch in the area and some information. I ripped out these pages and placed them in the pile.
And the other: The Night Sky--Glow in the Dark
We could do a lot with the knowledge of the stars. The majority of the pages were ruined, but the important, glowy pages were laminated and made of durable material.
After finding all of this, I shoved everything back into the bag and put it near where I wanted to build my bed area in camp.

[Nate Evans]

Nate sighed as he went to work on opening his own bag. He didn't have all that much in it. He was a guy after all. He traveled light and this time it might have been a bad thing that he did. He should have listened to his little sister. Still what he brought might be a use if he could figure out where he stored everything. He laughed at himself as he opened up his things. There wasn't much but a jacket, a few changes of pants and shirts. He pulled those out and folded them nicely on the sand trying to get to the bottom of the main portion of his bag. There her found his box of nilla wafers which would suffice for a bit of food if they weren't water damaged that was. He pulled them out and checked. Soggy but still edible he figured and laid them down on a pile of food that was already being made.

He pulled out some chocolate that looked alright and placed it again on the pile of food that was already being made. That was if at the bottom of his bag minus a clipboard that held extra paper and a pen inside of it. He pulled that out and checked the paper it seemed to be alright. He figured it would be a good idea to keep that out. He checked the bottom once again and found nothing. He turned to opening up the little pockets of his bag finding the other essentials that one would need on a trip. Nothing of use save for his knife in his pocket and a bit of rope. Don't ask him why he had that but it might come in handy along with a roll of twine.

He returned his clothes to his back and the other essentials that he needed and kept out the clipboard and twine and rope. It might come in handy. He wished he had his dissection kit but alas it had gone down with the boat. He reached into his pocket and found no only his knife but a small sewing kit if anything needed to be sewn up. It wasn't much but the little travel size kit but he put it with a few other things that looked like they would help out a bit. He turned to look at what the others had found having given all he could to the piles of things. He didn't want to touch anyone else's bag really but if need be he would. It looked like the others seemed to have that covered though.

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[Ember-Rain Gordy]

Ember looked at Lance as the opening of bags started. This was not a place they wanted to be at the moment. The invasion of privacy in a sense to them seemed so wrong. Of course that was because they hardly got it themselves. Everything that was theirs was back at their camp now. She really didn't want anyone touching hers and it seemed wrong to her to be doing that to someone else. It might seem odd but she didn't really care. She and Lance locked into another one of their silent conversations as the others went to look through the rest of the bags. It took them about twenty minuets of just staring at each other it seemed to get them into action. In all actually as the others went through things they had started actually talking to each other but only in single words when it was needed between stares.

Ember walked over to a suitcase and opened it up. It was thankfully a female's suitcase by the amount of things that popped out as she opened it. Apparently not someone who knew how to pack light and the had a lot of things back at home it would seem. She found an ipod and a phone but the phone was of no use due to water damage it looked like. Still she set that aside. She doubted they got cell reception on this island but it didn't hurt to try. Still the water had probably damaged it too much. Clothes ended up everywhere as she went searching for anything else that might be of use. It didn't feel right but another voice in her head told her that it was something that had to be done.

It seemed that this girl had a sweet tooth as she found skittles and little one shot almost of some fruit flavored jello. A bag of Cheetos and chocolate that she put into a pile next to the cell phone. A small sewing kit was found deeper into the bag she went. The usual toiletries were there as well which some she put back in while others she took out as it might help out everyone else. Lance was finding other things. Someone had managed to get a little mini radio into their bag as well. It didn't seem like it worked but it was worth giving it a shot so that they could hear what was going on else where.

They added their things to the bigger piles and walked back from the group and sat down. One bag was about all the both of them could stomach. They watched for a little bit and then vanished it would seem for a few minuets. They were back before most people would notice that they left really. Back just in time to see the others finishing up with the rest of the bags. They walked over to Sage sticking at a safe distance for them from her.

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[Luke Montague]

I marveled at everyone's finds. The brother of the shy girl found a radio, which would be great if it were still useful. I notice candies like Skittles being found as well. Well, I wasn't so much of a Skittles-lover, so someone else could enjoy them. Hopefully my chocolate stash was still intact.
I wonder what...she likes...I glance carefully at the blond head of Kitty.
Good God, what was I doing?
I search through my bag, sure enough, the chocolate was actually in decent shape. I tasted a piece of Hershey's. It was a tad salty but still tasted awesome. I tossed the majority of it into the food pile, keeping two bars in my bag.
I also found my--now...ruined...books. What once was Great Expectations and Catcher in the Rye. Well, I didn't have such 'Great Expectations' for my current situations, and Holden's pessimism would probably ruin me.
I also find my cell phone which was supposed to be waterproof!! But was crushed on escaping the wreckage of the boat. I curse to myself, tossing it behind me.
Within my bag, I was ecstatic to find my arsenal of would-be mischief tools, now survival weapons.
Scissors, wire, ropes of assorted sizes, steel wool, small batteries, balloons, and smoke bombs.
The smoke bombs were still in the packging so they could work...but what use would that be?
At the bottom of the bag, among other junk, my fingers found what felt like a soft cord. I surgically removed the rest of the piece to reveal an intact necklace I had brought.
Don't get the wrong idea. But it was beautiful. In my deep love for oriental culture, I brought a souveneir my tutor in Chinese had given me. It was a smooth, dark, shiny, glassy blue tablet that read 'Love' in a Chinese character, threaded on a strong black cord. I placed it around my neck, gathered my things, and moved over toward Kitty...but first, I stopped by Sage. I smiled big and whispered "I found gold," nodding my head toward the chocolate perched on top of the pile of food.

[Sage Glass]

Standing, I surveyed the area. Everyone else seemed to be either done or finishing up, so I decided to wait a few more minutes before bring up the next tasks at hand: exploration and making camp. I was eager to get going; I hated it when there was something I didn't know, and that led me to want to know everything I possibly could about my surroundings. Also, I could finally find Will and we could... what could we do? Figure out how to get off the island? The idea was stupid and naive, and I knew that I shouldn't have even considered trying to play the hero. Finally, I admitted begrudgingly that it was his reassuring presence and company I yearned, not his cunning or ideas.

Luke's voice came from beside me, where I had heard him approach just seconds before, informing me that he had found gold. I was about to retort that gold wouldn't do any good on this damned island when I followed his nod and saw salvation in the form of Hershey's chocolate. My mouth seemed to instantly water as I stared at the bar of perfection.

Of course, I had found a completely melted one in a suitcase I had searched earlier, but this one was different-- it was completely intact (besides a few bites out of it), with no sign of being ruined by the cool ocean water. Obviously, it'd be a bit salty, but it was still Hershey's. The last time I had some was the first day on the boat; I brought a large one to eat over the duration of the trip, but had ended up devouring it in one sitting, which ended with Will discovering me sitting on my new bed, my fingers coated in melted goodness as I attempted to get the remaining chocolate out of the wrapper. With that said, you can easily tell that I was a chocolate fanatic experiencing her time of the month. Will had just stared a minute at my frozen form before shaking his head and plopping down next to me.

That caused Hershey's to be a bittersweet memory for me, but I still craved it all the same. My expression lit up briefly before I clamped my mask firmly back into place, though I wasn't able to completely keep the glee from my eyes. "Out of everything," I said, mock serious (or maybe partly serious), "that is what we need to save the most."

By then, everyone seemed to be done "unpacking". Taking a deep breath, I projected my voice across the beach so everyone could hear. "Those of us going on the expedition should start preparing. Make sure you have a plastic bottle with you for water, and some food, though mostly we'll find things in the jungle to eat. Campers, you can do whatever you want. Is that all right with everyone?"

OOC: We'll be wrapping up this thread soon, as long as everyone's done everything they need to. When this one is done, there will be two reserved threads: one for explorers, and one for camp makers. Where we go from there will figure itself out along the way (with the help from all of the RP-ers, of course).

[Luke Montague]

I am pretty good at reading people, so when I saw Sage first look up she looked a bit annoyed. Did she think I meant REAL gold? I wouldn't be surprised with the ideals of the company we had on the ship pre-explosicatastrophe. I smiled at the idea. I smiled wider when I watched the annoyance in Sage's eyes blossom into want and craving of chocolate (which I'm pretty sure is a woman's REAL best friend), and then something I didn't expect: pain. I was worriedly debating with myself whether to ask what was wrong or not. But at her response, which came at the perfect time, I laughed, partially in relief. I started to move slowly toward Kitty again when Sage announced the plans. God, I was happy I didn't have to get water and crap ready, I knew then I made the right decision. I nodded at Sage, "We'll have something resembling to the Queen's chambers when you get back," I said with a bad, fake British accent. I turned back again toward Kitty and walking toward her with temporary confidence I said with the same accent "Don't you concur, Princess Kitty?" God, she could fit the part of a princess better than anyone else in the world.