Bumpmapping

It's not a surprise that Jazz has been on the move. Girl can't sit still, you know, not with all the new things to explore. While she has never strayed too far from the camp as of yet, she has been lurking around the edges, trying to see wdhat she can see. Getting as far as people will actively let her.

In fact, it seems the lack of solitutde is actively weighing on her. Being in a situation with so many other *people* around is definitely not her thing. Right now, she's scaled up a tree along the edge of things, trying to get a better look. Charcoal smeared hands are holding a piece of parchment and she is making notes on it.

Yeowang is, in fact, a hunter, by class, and is probably expected to explore and scout things for the group. Out here on the edge of the frontier, this is a bit more conservatively done than usual. She will keep within sight of Jazz's tree while she hunts for food to supplement our diet, her shortbow hopefully able to bring down small game such as might be found on or near the beach. She'll venture farther afield only very briefly, it's still a bit strange and she's not sure what to expect with regard to natives or monsters here. Will they be the same as back home, or ... tailored?

    Merek looks to be collecting the wild herbs which he finds along the landing, and taking time to put it all in the basket which he keeps with him. The man nods a bit to people if he notes them about, though tries not to mess with the hunting anyway.

Though Merek is collecting herbs, Jazz is taking the time to draw some of them herself. She's even been noted to chim Pela Clarpuff about them from time to time. No doubt the Cait-Sith will be rushing her way here soon, but in any event, she's keeping mostly to herself. "Hm," she says, finally allowing herself to descend from the tree.

"I wonder..." She's moving back towards the shoreline now, crossing over the makeshift camp.

Yeowang has been having no luck hunting, today. Perhaps they've hunted out the beach. She returns to camp empty-handed. Looking to the others, she reports, "I think we will have to go farther afield to get much more game. The fishing is all right, but the game has grown scarce."

Gwen has been helpingn unload cargo from the ship and the towering sylph woman is rather hard to miss her. She's got a backpack on and is looking very chipper. She's also sing songing at the moment too. There is no escape from Gwen it seems...

TRhe sight of Gwen has JAzz moving deeper into the trees.

Nope! NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE...

Yeowang watches as Jazz moves into the trees, approaching Gwen as she unloads cargo. "Hello!" she calls out. "Do you need a hand?" Seems she's giving up on hunting for the moment. "I hope you've got some food supplies?" she wonders. She doesn't know Gwen particularly well, aside from by reputation, so she doesn't quite understand Jazz's level of fear.

    Merek waves a little along to Gwen, while he nods a bit. "It's nice that we have a lot more people. I don't know what to expect in these lands, but we'll need a few people likely."

Gwen is just glancing about and does spot Jaz in the treeline and waves. "Ah Jazz just one of the people I came for you headed out before I could give you some gear I made for you!" Oh gods what has Gwen done now but it's too late she's heading after Jaz and waving to Merek as well. "I brought some goods for sale if we find any landers or Adventurers..."

Yeowang is, it seems, not needed for helping to unload. With no word what supplies have been brought, she will take up her bow and head back out to hopefully do a bit better with the hunting. She'll go farther afield this time, hopefully the areas farther from our camp will yield more game than our immediate environs did. Heading off past line of sight, she will search for animals that will hopefully drop food. Sadly, her caterers did not enter the game with her. And her own cooking is pretty terrible. But hunters at least seem to get perks on the food product drops from game.

Speaking of hunting, there is a deer! A deer in headlights!

That deer is Jazz and the headlights that have captured her is Gwen's doomful approach. She puts her hands up. "Oh, hi there Gwen. Didn't see you there," she lies.

"I didn't know you were gonna jump all the way over here so soon."

Gwen says "Someone had to do so for my guild also the sooner I get over here the more change I have to make trade deals and routes." She ntoes with a grin. "You took off before I could give you a few things. Given you heading out to an unown lad I made a few things for you." Gwen beams at this.

Merek looks along to Gwen and nods a bit, "Trade will be pretty good, if anyone that we meet is peaceful. Remember, the people from the Waves came to us, I wonder if they met with Wave people."

"Oh, you shouldn't have, Gwen," says Jazz, eyes filled with dread and impending doom. She looks like she's walking down the beach and seen her own doomed doppelganger approaching her. Just call her Alice and this is Lake Mungo.

Anyway, she coughs delicately once. "Let's not make any assumptions about trade yet. Chinese adventurers are likely to be a whole thing to contend with first, and this is their homeland."

Gwen says "look given with you exploring like you do I figured one a good pair of boots would be something you'd need and a brand new backpack!" She'll hand them over to Jaz as she opens a trade there's out once she checks the backpack an outfit kind of based on something sh thought Jazz might actually like to wear. It's a mroe mobile witch's outfit.

OOC https://imgur.com/yXEznHb

And then the backpack is hadned over, and the boots. She opens it up and sees ... an outfit of some kind in there. There's a long pause before she looks up and clears her throat. "Thank you, Gwen. That's very considerate of you." She looks down at her garb. It's really the same outfit she's been wearing, more or less, since a year ago. It and it's frilly, gothy, black-and-pikness.

"Nmmn. I appreciate it." She squints at the boots. Pulls one oiut. Turns it over. Gives it a shake.

The outfit has boosted dfurablity on it for one, two it's got some level of heat and cold restiance also baked into it. "Well hopefullu it will be of use to you." It seems Gwen didn't want to push the style of Jaz's regular outfit much if at all. Odd isn't it the boots seem to be pretty durable too maybe not facey but it looks like Gwen focued on making them comfortable and durable.

"...well... this inspects nicely. A little colorful, I suppose," says Jazz, ignoring the gold trim, frills, and pink on her current get up. She lets out a breath. "The boots are very nice. You didn't need to do this, Gwen," she offers, politely, before shouldering the backpack. She's gonna need it, of course.

There's going to be samples to collect and so many maps to draw.

There's a shockinglyt wide array of pocket on the pack looks lkike she kept in mind the various mapping supplies Jazz would need. "I hope it works out for you Jaz I'm afraid i need to see to some stufd with the cargo unloading now..."

"...it should work fine, thank you Gwen," says Jazz, nervously. Just in case Gwen is plotting more terrors for her. She slips back through the trees, aiming to turn over some rocks and have a look at some moss.

Just in case.