MOD PLOT ↠ SECRET STEEP'D ROOTS: WHERE THE HELL ARE WE?

[faderifting]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Various
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: A catch-all for trying to figure out how to get the jungleteers back home. If you signed up for a mini jungle adventure or a research assignment and we gave you some info that contained clues to the jungle's location, please share them here! Everyone else is also welcome to participate and try to sort out where they are and what to do about it.

Comments

[sarcophage]

Was anyone else assaulted by unusually large ants?

[Surely no one could have seen the great billows of smoke coming up through the canopy, so there's no need to mention that.]

[assistente]

Ants.

How... large?

[sarcophage]

Oh, at least as long as my hand, nearly as thick as my wrist at the widest bit. I thought they were lovely, as far as ants go, until they helped themselves to our supplies.

[okayimin]

Now that's interesting... Did you find their nest?

[sarcophage]

We weren't looking for it.

[okayimin]

Ah dust. Granted, I reckon if you had, you would've gotten swarmed. You didn't happen to save one of the bodies, did ya?

[sarcophage]

Mm. [That might be an affirmative.] Most were left in pieces. Monkeys took the majority of them, left the arses behind. I suppose those aren't the tasty bits. They came quickly, too, even despite—

[the fire]

—the commotion, almost as if they'd been hunting them. Isaac or Valentine might have salvaged some, you'll have to ask them.

[aventuriere]

Salvaged some monkeys or some ant arses?

[sarcophage]

Let's split the difference and call it monkey arses.

[okayimin]

[ of fucking course valentine would be involved. ]

Guess I better. Would love to crack in and see if there's anything useful. If nothin's eatin' it, it might be corrosive.

[sarcophage]

Mm, definitely venomous. Not a single buttock was eaten.

[assistente]

["Lovely"]

Oh. Yes. Well, um, that's-- I agree with the Sister, that is interesting. And might, perhaps, prove to be useful, in-- narrowing down, or otherwise specifying your, um, the location of...

Have you, um. Seen any--butterflies?

[sarcophage]

I may have. Is this a question for professional or personal interest?

[assistente]

Well. Both, somewhat. Though I would place the professional before the personal, of course. I-- will confess an interest in butterflies. But I had thought... to develop a theory, perhaps, of where you might be. Based on, um. Surroundings. The giant ants might be a clue. And--butterflies.

[sarcophage]

[Oh how precious. Professionalism, though:]

Hmm, there's an idea. There've been a few charming little white ones, if that makes a difference—although they seem common. But I believe I did hear someone else mention a butterfly of some variety.

[He would direct Salvio to the top level below this one, but there seems to be some sort of wall in the way. Alas.]

[assistente]

Oh. Yes. Well-- good. If you observe any, or any further details--I should like to know of it.

It is almost enough to make me.... well, not wish, at all, I would not-- just the chance to see such things. And record them.

[sarcophage]

Oh, yes? Well, I've been taking plenty of visual notes—if we ever return, you're welcome to look at them.

[justashotaway]

No.

Where were they?

[sarcophage]

In our personal space, stealing our things.

[No, okay—]

Not in the main camp, obviously. The three of us were a ways out.

[justashotaway]

Did they injure you?

[sarcophage]

More our dignity than our bodies, really. Nasty stings, though.

[justashotaway]

I am glad they did not kill you.

[sarcophage]

Oh, dear—well, so am I. That's sweet of you to say, thank you.

[justashotaway]

[ As though finishing a thought: ] We would not have a way to return your corpse to Kirkwall.

You are welcome.

[sarcophage]

I know at least one person who would try.

[Who'd even stay behind, Lea likes to think, if it were impossible to bring him home.]