03 Amber | Downstream of the Boat

[hairsay]

[For once this lanky young woman does not look like she's trying to win a staring contest with a cockatrice when she activates her amber slice. She does look sweaty and tired, but maybe that's actually helping. Behind her the mist is close, a towering wall, but the chuckle of the stream gives away her location before she can even open her mouth.]

Hey, any of you happen to be strong and willing to lend a hand? Me and Evan, [And indeed, the gawky redhead struggling to roll and heft rocks behind her happens to be in the frame as she talks,] are putting together a fish trap. I don't know about any of you but the thought of real meat that we don't have to bargain for with stone doubloons is so tempting we've been building this thing for the last couple of weeks straight.

It could use refining.

[She swings the slice around to reveal a very crude weir along one side of the stream composed entirely of raised pebbles and smooth rocks; it doesn't block the stream because Jo has noted the boat at dock just upstream of her location, but she's making a fair play at funnelling any minnows into it.]

Once we're done we just need some bait and some lucky catches. I never learned spear fishing but I'll bet some of you super freaks has a leg up on that. Come on down, huh?

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[hairsay]

[Celena isn't the only one pelting Evan with rocks. Jo, never one to miss out on hooting and hollering and making a fuss, is rank with embarrassed fury over Evan's prank.]

You little shit! You've been doing this for the last week and didn't fucking tell me?! My fucking back is killing me like an eighty year old man and you couldn't think to fucking pass along the fucking clue?!

What the fuck, Evan! [He's getting an epic splash as she wades over and officially scoops up armfuls to wallop him with.]

[evantuality]

[He's still laughing when he ducks behind his pair of floating boulders, though he stops in order to yelp when the well-aimed pebble Celena hucks ricochets off of one of them. It's nowhere near him, but hey.]

Hey! You laughed when you saw sparkles on one of my boulders this morning. I would have told you what it was for if you'd asked!

[He's still in good humor even as he stridently protests Jo's fury in particular. Admittedly he's found that he gets great entertainment out of tweaking her nose!

One of those swooshing waves catches the boulder on the left, swamping it -- and washing off the float powder. The boulder falters in its lazy progress forward and falls with a plunk into the stream proper and Evan has to splash backwards lest it fall on his toes.]

Hey! [He ducks behind the other boulder] Foul! That was perfectly good float powder there!