Day 089: Hunting For Purpose
Summary: Several former Delinquents talk about the past, present, and future.
Date: 26 August 2016
Related: None directly.
Grey Morgan Jumar Max Madelyn 

The Row, Camp Jaha

The arching ring of Alpha Station rises high above this still-developing shantytown. Living quarters, workshops, and storage have been built out of panels from the uninhabitable parts of Alpha Station. They run down on either side of a pierced-metal plank roadway, ending in a metal-topped dirt ramp leading up to an airlock entrance to Alpha Station. A large section of Alpha Station's hull has been removed to open up what used to be a work-bay, and has now been turned into a garage for the Ark's few rovers.

A metal fence surrounds the camp, with an open space and then an electrified wire fence beyond that. Outside of the wire fence is a rolling meadow, a peaceful lake, a little stream, and then the lush forests of Trikru lands.

89 Days After Landing

There's only so long that you can work on a house before you start to go stir-crazy, especially when you've gotten hold of the first football of young life. Grey's simple black t-shirt is sweat-stained, but he seems chipper enough, tossing the football up in a tight spiral and catching it with his arms curling into his body, like a punt returner readying for a runback. The house that he and Gideon have been working on is nearly done from the outside, even if it is simple and a bit ramshackle, a combination of wooden boards and planks and metal posts, beams, and panels.

Morgan comes out of the station with a bow in hand and a quiver of arrows slung over his back. Heading for the gate, he catches sight of the football coming down and pauses a moment before heading over. "Hey. Finally got one made, I see."

Grey spins the ball up again, end-over-end this time, and again, he catches it neatly, trapping it against his chest. Hefting it up in a throwing position, Grey grins broadly as he flips the ball end-for-end in his palm, turning that face-splitting grin over to Morgan at the question, "Nope. This one's one-hundred-percent Mountain-looted. Far as I know, Silas is still workin' on putting together another couple. Goin' huntin', or just out for some practice?"

"It lasted a hundred years?" Morgan asks. "Huh. They must have stocked the mountain with everything they could think of. Makes me wish I went looking for stuff beyond the computer files." At the question, he glances down at the bow and shrugs. "Both. Practice at hunting. If I come back with anything to eat, it's a bonus. I want to get better at moving quietly and Cam's been giving me pointers."

Grey spins the football around in his palm, "Or they had a couple in storage and just used one at a time. Don't know, don't care… I got my football." He nods at Morgan's description of his planned activities, "Dee still sighs all put-upon when I say I wanna go out huntin' with her." Not quite, but… probably not too far off the truth, "So I know whatcha mean. I'm all… worryin' about where I'm puttin' my feet, and forget that I gotta remember about the direction the wind's blowin', or somethin' like that."

"Oh, they used it?" Morgan wasn't assuming that at all. "Yeah, that's what Cam says. Test the ground before putting your weight on it. If there's any give at all, move your foot. Eventually it becomes habit and you can tell what's solid with just a quick look." He shrugs. "I'll take his word for it since he obviously know what he's doing."

Grey grasps the football in one hand, extending it to Morgan to show the couple of scuffs and wear-marks on it. "Figure so. Or else it just had some rough handling." Still, he nods his agreement about the stealth-walking and Cam knowing what he's doing, "Yup. When he ain't shoutin' at me, he can be real quiet. Ain't for all of us though. I figure I'll stick to just carryin' a rifle and bein' one of the hardcases the sneaky types call in when the shit hits the fan."

"Sounds boring." Morgan opines. "Even more boring than taking care of careless Arkers who drop things on their foot. I don't want to be stuck in the station all the time so need something else to do."

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to build stuff, but it does take people who know what they're doing. Fortunately, that -somewhat- applies to Jumar and the crew working on the Forge now. Building construction might be an art people in Camp Jaha are still getting used to, but welding and mechanical maintenance skills at least translated well into smithing and metalworking.

When it was first started, construction was slow for various reasons… but resumption has been a lot quicker with expertise that's actually useful. All the rate it's going, it might even be done next week if there are no more hiccups… and Jumar is working late, coming out of Alpha Station with yet another salvaged panel. Said panel is on his shoulder, with a welder in his other hand. Upon hearing talk of archery as he passes by, Jumar gives a glance to Grey and Morgan , a bit tired, but mostly too busy to talk it seems as he heads right for the Forge. Busy Jumar is busy.

Max wanders around camp, as he is wont to do once he's finished helping to patch up careless arkers that drop things on themselves. He's been spending some time reconnecting with his mother, something that probably would come as a surprise to anyone who knew him, considering their history. But there it is. They've been seen together talking, civilly, without so much as an outburst. Now, he's just drifting, hands in his pockets, wandering past the sound of voices and glancing to see who might be about.

Grey chuckles softly, "I don't think I've had a boring day since we got down here. There's always somethin' to do." He flips the football back toward him, catching it in both hands, then tucking it tight under his right arm. "I mean, sure, bein' on watch around the wall gets borin', but at least it's important, and when I'm done, there's always somethin' that needs buildin', or somethin' like that." He gives Jumar a brief upnod as the tech goes by, then another to Max as well, his grin flickering back as he gathers the real football up in his right hand and cocks it behind his ear, "Hey Maxie!" And then the Guardsman lofts the ball toward Max, a not-entirely-accurate, very loose spiral that floats up in the air a moment to make it easier to catch.

<FS3> Max rolls Athletics: Success. (2 1 7 1 1 4)

"Lots of things are important that doesn't involve standing around doing nothing." Morgan points out, half turning to watch Jumar go past with his burden. "Better than pushing people out of airlocks though so have fun with it. Oh, hey Max. How you doing?"

Clunk. The panel is set in place, and the welding mask on the nearby table taken and put on, before Jumar sets to work. Sure, it's a bit late at night, but most people aren't going to sleep. Yet. Then he stops and looks up, "Did you just say Maxie? Sounds like an old world brand name." Jumar gives a small chuckle to that before he gets back to welding.

Max manages to catch the football! Either he was paying attention this time or he has been practicing. Either way, he manages to reach out and bring the ball in to his chest with a minimum of fumbling and finally getting a hold of it. "Hey," he says to Grey and then smirks over at Jumar. He tosses the football back in Grey's direction as he makes his way over to the group. It's got no finesse or style to it, and it may go a bit wide and wobble, but hey, it's a start.

Max also says Hey to Morgan, which he meant to pose but fumbled, like the ball.

<FS3> Grey rolls Athletics-2: Failure. (4 1 2 6 6 2)

The mention of pushing people out of airlocks causes Grey to scowl, his amusement gone all of a sudden, "Shut the hell up, man. The Guard did a whole hell of a lot more than executions, and we don't do that anymore. If you can't get over that shit, you can just go to hell." He's distracted enough that he barely gets his hands up in time, and the ball bounces off of them. Going to scoop up the ball, he shakes his head, "Forget it. Sorry Max. Good to see you." And then he's striding back toward the house he and Gideon have been building.

"The ones who join up now? I won't blame them for killing my father." See? Morgan can differentiate. "I'm going out go hunt and practice a bit, Max." He hoists his bow in hand. "Feel like coming? Maybe get some rabbits or squirrels."

"Don't bother. There's always going to be some way to assign blame for those people." Jumar says over the welder. "Most you can do is mitigate how intense it is." Progress is slow, but he's halfway done with the panel.

Once the football is out of his hands, Max watches the conversation going on between the others, one brow raising just slightly. He shrugs his shoulders slightly at Grey and says, "Yeah. Good to see you." He looks over at Morgan and says, "You off shift?" Because most of the time it seems they're on separate shifts, which might explain not having run into each other for a while. "How's Cam doing?" When Morgan invites him out to hunt, he nods. "Sure, I'll come." Hunting is something he always enjoys.

"He's good." Morgan tells Max. "Getting used to things. Glad his dad is here. Worried about that woman, Scarlett. You know, stuff. There's always stuff. At least it's not someone trying to kill us, stuff."

Another panel is moved into place next to the other one, and the welder starts up again. "How is hunting around here anyway? I've been way too busy learning this stuff to even consider it." Jumar moves around to the other side… or hops, as the case might be, and starts to weld the other side.

"I'm a fan of folks not trying to kill us," Max says, seeming to be able to find agreement in that at the very least. He watches as another panel is put into place for a moment and then says, "Hunting around here is pretty good, actually. I mean, I've had success when I've gone out." He glances at Morgan, to see if he concurs.

Madelyn ambles out of the workshop she shares with Silas. "It is too damned hot in there," she declares to no one in particular, heading over to see what's going on. The small young woman has her hands in her jean pockets, greeting folks with a bob of her head.

"Hard to say. I make more noise than a dropship." Morgan says with a shrug. "But I've managed to bring in some small game and I'm not an expert with a bow either so it can't be too bad." When Madelyn comes over, he gives her a nod of greeting. "

Max glances over when Madelyn comes out and says, "Need some more ventilation in there let more breeze through." He then nods to Morgan a bit in regard to the hunting. "Morgan and I were thinking about going out and doing some hunting," he tells Maddie. "What are you up to?"

"If you think that's bad, wait until the surface on this baby is running. You'll think it's a sun inside until I can remodel it to something less medieval." The welder is twisted around as the panel is fitted better. It doesn't take long for Jumar to get up and immediately start heading back into Alpha Station, "I'm done for tonight. See you all tomorrow."

"Sweating my butt off in the shop. Not actually doing work, though. I was practicing tattooing a piece of leather," Madelyn explains, scuffing her boot against the dirt. "What's going on out here?"

"Nothing. Just about to go hunting." Morgan explains. "You're interested in learning to tattoo people? Did you talk to one of the Trikru about apprenticing? I can introduce you to Ginia if you haven't met her yet. I'm going to have her do one of Cam's designs on my arm."

"I want to get one at some point," Max says as he talks to both Morgan and Madelyn, then he lifts a hand to wave to Jumar as he heads back into the station. "Have a good one," he says before asking Madelyn, "Want to come?"

"Silas'n I have a sewing machine and it has a spare motor. We made a tattoo machine out of it," Madelyn explains. "It's his project. I'm learning from him, really." She raises an eyebrow. "Come hunting? Me?"

"A motor? You made a tattoo machine? And where did Silas learn?" Morgan shakes his head. "Never mind, I'll just ask him next time I see him. Well, needless to say, the Trikru don't use machines. Still, there's a lot you could learn from her about different inks and other things."

"Combining knowledge is always a useful thing, never know what new ideas might come out of it," Max says, not directed toward anything in particular, just sort of an idle musing. Then he looks over at Madelyn and says, "Sure. I mean, if you want to get out of the camp for a while and go out into the woods looking for stuff with us. Rabbits, squirrels, whatever."

"Maybe you can, uh, introduce us," Madelyn says to Morgan. "We definitely need to learn more about inks, anyway." She considers the hunting offer. "I mean… Sure, I'll come along."

"Why don't you two go get what you need then." Morgan suggests. "I'll wait here for you. If we see any plants, we can bring those back too."

"Sure, sounds good," Max says and goes off to grab his knives and his bag for collecting plants and other things.

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