Moving and drinks

Jocelyn threw the fish bones in the fire and nodded to Jack's companions. "We could also use charcoal to write." he said. But he suddenly stopped paying attention looking out to the forest. "No one move." he said as a large lizard came into view. It got near the fence but stopped rearing back on its hind legs hissing at the fence before dropping down and lumbering off back to the woods. Jocelyn let out a long sigh of relief "Okay so we have a compass, and make tools now we need a game plan. Mainly about what to do when we meet people." Jocelyn explained. "We both know not everyone is trust worthy especially when they know you have supplies." he added. "But what ever we do...We need to get home soon."

--

Deckard nodded to the apes holding his cup in a toast. Gesturing to each side of area before taking a large gulp and tearing off some of the meat. "Feast!" he shouted as they began to eat. Once they were all distracted with eating he let out a huff slouching in his chair a bit. Back home he was the teacher you both wanted and feared getting. He was a relaxed teacher who gave out easy home work, but he was almost to young. He was to connected with the things the students liked. Some saw him as a perverted dirt bag, though he never did anything illegal or even said anything, his swaggering, slouched, "I look good and know it" walk made people believe any rumor that was started. He was tired of being their god however. It was boring not doing anything all day, and he missed people. Real people. These creatures were nice enough, manners and social wise but they weren't people. They couldn't hold a conversation or provide any meaningful interactions he was lacking.

< Prev : Waiting and Choosing Next > : End Game?