week four

[wagons]

ON THE TRAIL week four 18 characters remaining. It's June, 1842, and the trail ahead stretches as far as you can see. Your destination still seems like an even farther off dream with as slowly as the wagons go, but at least you have good company... Right? You're traveling through Nebraska this week, and it seems like it will be a bumpy ride. WEATHER Sunday: Hot, Afternoon Thunderstorms Monday: Extreme Heat, Afternoon Thunderstorms Tuesday: Severe Storms Wednesday: Fog Thursday: Pleasant Friday: Pleasant Saturday: This week, suggested activities include Collecting Water, Hunting Bison and Praying. On Tuesday, there will also be a tornado. Good luck and safe travels! weekly rng graveyard RNG selections are due at 5 PM on October 29th.

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[conestoga]

[ There's a loud crash of thunder that cuts off Canute, and it's starting to hail. The oxen, of course, do not approve and stop in their tracks and start to make oxen noises (whatever you would call that...) as the hail pelts them. ]

[incendiarism]

[Judar doesn't even twitch at the thunder and lightning. It doesn't even surprise him anymore, once he'd learned to summon it with magic right next to his head. Instead, he looks at the animals.]

The stupid cows aren't gonna do what we say if they're spooked! We should go hide out somewhere before they run off and another ones dies.

[As fun as their party the other week was, another dead oxen would not be good for their survival rate.]

[offspring]

[Arthur, likewise, is a thunder mage by genetics, more than anything; for better or for worse, he also doesn't even flinch at that lightning, unbothered by it.

Still, if they agree to try to stop for a bit... Arthur just peers at their surroundings, frowning. It won't matter much if they stop and just sort of sit in the middle of the road.]

Is there anywhere we can take shelter for a little while?

[boyprincess]

[The lightning is freaking Kuranosuke the hell out, but he's too sick and lethargic to do anything about it.]

...don't suppose there's a friendly cave out there somewhere, is there?

[He'd check, but uh. Sick and useless. and also work is kicking my ass so i haven't had any free time to make him do anything]

[conestoga]

[ Nope, it's pretty flat out here! The wind is starting to pick up too, by the way. ]

[ungod]

[Okay, that's rude, but weather is obviously just insulting them today. GOD MUST HATE THEM(.mp3)]

If our oxen refuse to move, we are stuck here either way! [This is dumb. Maybe if they... shield the oxen with something... that can also move...

let him rummage through their stuff, hang on]

Do we have a thick blanket to spare? They do not like being hit, so—

[So do any of you see where this is going because it's an ox tent. He is running out of ideas.]

[offspring]

[an ox tent.... Arthur just kind of pitifully rummages around one-armedly, but at the very least, he knows he's seen one and he produces it a moment later. Kind of. Awkwardly.

Doing things with one arm is difficult okay.]

So you want to cover them with this?

[He doesn't really have a better idea, so he's not even going to question it anymore.]

[incendiarism]

[The thunder and lightning was no big deal, but that wind? That's a little more concerning without the ability to fly.]

Tie them tighter to the wagon, while you're at it, so they don't get loose.

[He glances around the wagon, getting up to look for rope.]

And maybe tie everything else down, too, before we all get blown away.

[ungod]

[heh.... tricked u nerds into doing work]

[But really, Canute is glad for the help. He's not an ox wrangler. He'll take the blanket from Arthur - thanks broken peon - and daringly climbs out of the wagon to go attempt something useful with it.]

—Tie down what we need...

[If only they had kept the clock. It weighs a ton, nothing could move it...!!!

man this ox tent is going real well]