Continental turtle shift - catch-all

[oceantier]

All preparations over the last few weeks culminate into one day. Maps have been made and studied, plans set. The turtle has been awash in workers, both kedan and Foreigner alike, building off technological plans and testing magical means, the shell practically humming with the activity of its occupants.

Now everyone is in their places: The scouts in the waters in front by wing and by ship, keeping wary eyes on the horizon ahead, the movers and those who plan to help steer at the far rear of the shell edge. The two groups are separated by miles, but messengers between the two will do their best to convey and coordinate information.

In spite of the tension in the air, the atmosphere remains determinedly cheerful – hopeful that this will be the solution. Hopefully within a double handful of days, the idea of a sinking turtle will fade like the remnants of a nightmare.





((ooc: This is a catch-all for the grand turtle move! Please post to either the first thread to play something within the first five days before the fog hits, or to the second . . . where things start to go less than smoothly. Please read the relevant ooc post for details))

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[lasergrenades]

"Uh." Pepper has to think about that one for a moment. Technically: "I caught a few hours in the suit on the way back from the scout group," she says after a moment. Suit naps did not equal proper sleep, but she's pretending otherwise. "I think I was in bed at one point a day or two ago," she adds unconvincingly. "Why?"

[skeletonenigma]

Caught a few hours in the suit.

"Why?" Skulduggery looks at Pepper. Blank and expressionless his skull may be, but the tilt of his head and the tone of his voice communicates his disbelief quite well, especially if one has known him for any decent length of time. "Because you look like you're running on adrenaline and determination. Which bed?"

[lasergrenades]

Skul's incredulity at her reply is not lost on Pepper. She does her best not to visibly cringe.

"Mine," she replies a little defensively. That might make it closer to four days ago. "Are you telling me to go to sleep? That's my dad's job, and only because I'm still seventeen back home."

Admittedly, though, Pepper is pretty tired. It's part of the reason she's kept moving, because it makes it harder for her to fall asleep.

"We're kind of short-handed on the communication front," she adds, as if that's a good excuse.

[skeletonenigma]

"We're short-handed on every front," Skulduggery points out. "Communication is going to be more vital the closer we get. We're certainly going to need you when we land, and we're going to need you bright and alert. If you haven't slept since we started this whole venture, you're not alert, whether you have the suit to help you or not. And no," Skulduggery adds with one hand raised before Pepper can interject, "sleeping in the suit while you're flying doesn't count."

[lasergrenades]

Arguing seems like the obvious strategy here, and she certainly wants to. But despite telling Skul that he's not her dad, she can't help but be reminded of him. It's a lecture, certainly, but the concern is genuine.

And as annoying as it is to admit, he's right. Pepper needs to sleep, properly, if she's going to be of use.

"It counts as napping," she counters with a sigh, reaching up to pull off her helmet. "But fine, dad. I could use a shower and a couple hours of shuteye." Pepper stifles another yawn. "What about you? Don't you need a break some time?"

He might not need to sleep, but no one's energy was bottomless.