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redshiftlogs2019-08-02 06:10 pm
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ψ where do the codfish go? | OTA
Who: Finnick Odair + OTA
What: Spooky-animal-Fish related adventures
When: Early August
Where: Agricultural levels and bottom level
Warnings: No warnings so far, but Finnick has PTSD and depression so things might come up in threads
nighttime - agricultural levels
Being from Panem, Finnick's used to power outages.
He's not used to power outages that confine where he can go and what he can do, though, so being confined until the generators are working tested his patience. He's been confined to District Thirteen for weeks, now he's confined to the parts of Anchor that have power. Fortunately, enough power comes back that they can go more places, and return to what had been his top priority before the power went out: trying to gather enough supplies to properly investigate the lake. The vid he'd been shown when he arrived suggested there used to be fish there. Are there still fish there?
Armed with a trident, rifle, and knife, he and Annie still need to create some fishing tools, and then they need to find some bait. That's why one night, after the dust storm has stopped, Finnick and Annie are up on the agricultural levels hunting for insects. They've been up here during the day enough time to gather some leaves and grasses to weave a couple of containers to keep their bait in, but tonight's goal is catching it.
Finnick's prowling a perimeter watching -- mostly listening -- for the sound of the mutts that haunt this place. The light on his rifle bobs off in the distance while Annie sits by a small fire catching the insects lured to the warmth and light.
When he sees the lights off in the distance, at first he's not sure he even sees them. Then he's uneasy, remembering the traps in the arena that had each come at their specific time and place, and each been a special sort of danger or torment to the tributes. He knows better than to go chasing something like that in the dark.
He swings the rifle around in a slow arc, letting the light fall on the trees in front of him, but he starts and lets out a yell when he sees the glowing deer step into the light.
daytime - the park
Fish in the lake have proved elusive when Finnick's gone looking before, but today, he's prepared. He has a woven container with a variety of insects, along with some lures fashioned from grasses and twigs from the Agricultural levels. He and Annie have also sharpened sticks into something like a fishing spear -- not as good as anything they'd have had access to back in District Four, but they're victors. They both know how to improvise.
The process of locating fish in an unfamiliar body of water can take some time. It involves working out where the fish will be, watching the water for signs of them, and sometimes requires offering them the incentive of bait to come to the surface.
That's why Finnick, stripped to his underwear, is in thigh-deep water in the lake, staring intently at the water. There's a little lure made of grasses tied and twisted into the shape of a large insect bobbing in front of him, and he has a long sharpened stick in his hand.
"Hey I think I see something!" he calls.
He's calling around the lake to Annie, but that might not be apparent to any passers-by, since she's not immediately visible through the trees around the shore if you don't know she's there.
nb: Annie is not available for threading, but she is going to be floating around in the distance because the co-dependency is strong with these ones
What: Spooky-animal-Fish related adventures
When: Early August
Where: Agricultural levels and bottom level
Warnings: No warnings so far, but Finnick has PTSD and depression so things might come up in threads
nighttime - agricultural levels
Being from Panem, Finnick's used to power outages.
He's not used to power outages that confine where he can go and what he can do, though, so being confined until the generators are working tested his patience. He's been confined to District Thirteen for weeks, now he's confined to the parts of Anchor that have power. Fortunately, enough power comes back that they can go more places, and return to what had been his top priority before the power went out: trying to gather enough supplies to properly investigate the lake. The vid he'd been shown when he arrived suggested there used to be fish there. Are there still fish there?
Armed with a trident, rifle, and knife, he and Annie still need to create some fishing tools, and then they need to find some bait. That's why one night, after the dust storm has stopped, Finnick and Annie are up on the agricultural levels hunting for insects. They've been up here during the day enough time to gather some leaves and grasses to weave a couple of containers to keep their bait in, but tonight's goal is catching it.
Finnick's prowling a perimeter watching -- mostly listening -- for the sound of the mutts that haunt this place. The light on his rifle bobs off in the distance while Annie sits by a small fire catching the insects lured to the warmth and light.
When he sees the lights off in the distance, at first he's not sure he even sees them. Then he's uneasy, remembering the traps in the arena that had each come at their specific time and place, and each been a special sort of danger or torment to the tributes. He knows better than to go chasing something like that in the dark.
He swings the rifle around in a slow arc, letting the light fall on the trees in front of him, but he starts and lets out a yell when he sees the glowing deer step into the light.
daytime - the park
Fish in the lake have proved elusive when Finnick's gone looking before, but today, he's prepared. He has a woven container with a variety of insects, along with some lures fashioned from grasses and twigs from the Agricultural levels. He and Annie have also sharpened sticks into something like a fishing spear -- not as good as anything they'd have had access to back in District Four, but they're victors. They both know how to improvise.
The process of locating fish in an unfamiliar body of water can take some time. It involves working out where the fish will be, watching the water for signs of them, and sometimes requires offering them the incentive of bait to come to the surface.
That's why Finnick, stripped to his underwear, is in thigh-deep water in the lake, staring intently at the water. There's a little lure made of grasses tied and twisted into the shape of a large insect bobbing in front of him, and he has a long sharpened stick in his hand.
"Hey I think I see something!" he calls.
He's calling around the lake to Annie, but that might not be apparent to any passers-by, since she's not immediately visible through the trees around the shore if you don't know she's there.
nb: Annie is not available for threading, but she is going to be floating around in the distance because the co-dependency is strong with these ones
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So she meets his eyes (her own a deep, startling violet) and watches him until he grins at her.
Then, she grins back.
"I used to know someone who spent all day fishing, but never caught anything at all. Doesn't that sound terrible?" Not for a lack of skill, either. "Got room for company?"
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Fishing had never been for fun, for Finnick, though he's always enjoyed it. It's been work, or food.
Not that Finnick's needed to fish to eat for years, except for in the Quarter Quell, when seafood had been the most reliable source of food for their little alliance so he'd been in charge of most of the food. But he'd grown up in a fishing family in Distrit Four, where there was usually enough food, but only because they'd poached it or stolen it from the catch.
"Only if you're better at it than your friend," he says, but there's a teasing tone in his voice that says he's not serious about the proviso. "Least there's fish here to catch."
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She says it casually, but there's a certain hesitance in the undercurrent of her words. In her own world, in the cloistered world of the Hierophant, a comment like that would make sense. Away from there, she opens herself up to the possibility of having to explain it.
Poor Myrrk. She really should make sure she fixes things for him when she gets back. If she ever gets back.
"What have you caught so far?"
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It's a phrase that isn't used in Panem, a country where there's little by way of literature or entertainment that isn't also some form of government propaganda. She says it like it's something he should understand, but he's heard a lot of things said here like he should understand them when he doesn't.
He's seen people spend a long time fishing without catching anything, mostly on television in the Hunger Games, and usually either fishing in bodies of water that had no fish in them, or occasionally simply not doing anything right. Anyone competent should be able to catch something more often than her friend.
But he won't criticize her friend any more; there's no point in needling her.
"Nothing so far, I've just been looking for what's here."
His efforts had been derailed by the storm and the power loss; he'd had to focus on looking out for Annie, so creating and finding fishing supplies had been put aside.