<a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=10226">OOC</a><br/><br/>All things considered, Astiria really wasn't an<span style="font-style: italic">awful</span>place. The weather was often nice, there were plenty of fresh water sources, there weren't too many predatory animals to fight off and it was pretty. They weren't supervised at all, so they could do pretty much whatever they wanted, but it could get boring at times. It was pretty much a planet without civilization. There were some houses (if people went to the trouble of building them without any tools), no roads, no big stores... it was a little like limbo. Really, the only connection the crossbreeds had to the outside world was the ship that would come once every couple of weeks and drop off clothes, medicine, that kind of stuff. (It never landed though, just sent the stuff down with boxes and parachutes.)<br/><br/>In that respect, they weren't really trying to kill the crossbreeds off. It was more like they'd been exiled, like the planet was one big prison. Or maybe there was some sort of crossbreed rights association that guilted the UG into doing it. Either way, many if not most of the crossbreeds were happy for this monthly supply. It was a taste of the outside world, something many of them wished to experience.<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/><br/>Ikuto lay on a tree branch with his back to the trunk, arms behind his head, legs crossed and tail swinging below him. His eyes were closed as if he were napping and his ears twitched whenever they heard strange sounds. He'd only been on Astiria for about a month now, so he wasn't really sure if he liked it there or not. It didn't quite seem like the worst place he'd been; there was no one here to bug him or anything, but... it was a little bit boring. A random butterfly landed on his nose, but Ikuto casually blew it away. If his count was right, the supplies ship would probably be showing up soon.<br/><br/>-----------------------------<br/><br/>Gwendel sat on the grass in the shade of a tree. With the little lake nearby, this was the coolest spot he'd been able to find. Usually, it didn't get hotter than 70 degrees here (thank goodness), but of course, he always preferred cooler areas. He'd snagged a chalk board from the last supply day and was currently solving math problems on it. It wasn't that he was a geek... well, okay he was a bit of a geek, but he was also bored and math was a good way to distract yourself.<br/><br/>The Graecian Neko's tail swished as he pondered a problem and he noticed his chalk was running low. He should get more when the supply ship came any day now. He could use certain rocks to write, but they also scratched up his board so he preferred not to. He got stuck for a moment and pushed his glasses back up to where they should be. Suddenly he remembered it. Multiples of 117 always seemed to trip him up for a moment.<br/><br/>------------------------------<br/><br/>Nakutaro sat directly in the sunlight, he didn't mind. He often preferred warmer temperatures, though it didn't make too much of a difference. As long as it wasn't too humid. He always felt sluggish when it was humid, and moving sometimes felt awkward. Well that's what happens when you're made of sand; you don't mix very well with water.<br/><br/>To pass the time, he was drawing lines in the ground with a stick. This was his forth week here and still he hadn't run into anybody else. He hadn't known when the supplies came last time, and finally came across the leftovers long after everyone else had scuttled away. It felt almost like he was the only one there. Oh well. Nakutaro was<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>used to being alone. He was sort of introverted anyway, so it was okay. Still though, if he spent too much time alone, he might start going crazy. He planned to show up on time the next time supplies came, which should be any day now...