<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Mimikyugijinka.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Naamio (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293117.msg14407633#msg14407633)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Finally coming ashore<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maximus and Bessie (mentioned), open<br/><hr/><br/>The one called Naamio had been one of the last to remain on the ship, ensuring as much was completed as possible before they called the task done. There had been a long standing, excited rush when the call of land spread and Naami thought it best to stay out of everyone's way. Remaining below decks, they worked in darkness to haul out the crates even at the farthest reaches of the hold. Only once it was nearly clear and the sounds of thunderous feet above had died down did Naami finally come topside.<br/><br/>Wincing beneath their mask from the sudden brightness, Naami was once again grateful for their layered protection. They continued to keep to shadows as much as possible and lingered on the deck, checking the constitution of the sailcloth while it became quieter and quieter, the passengers finally mostly afoot on land. Naami sighed and moved to undo the ties on one of the remaining row boats. The careful task of lowering it slowly and gently into the water was ruined as a startled Naamio dropped it nearly 10 feet when a flying bovine girl cut through the air and dived into the sea not very far away. Somehow Naami had missed the pale boy working at the errant crate until then and was utterly confused at the sight of them. The thought occurred to row the boat over to help, perhaps doing so would set things off on the right foot for once? Sadly they weren't quick enough to put the little plan into action and found their tiny boat bobbing from the spread of the waves of the sudden surf. Naami was stunned for a moment at the powerful display but soon put paddle to water and made their way to a far side of the burgeoning base camp.<br/><br/>They discretely took in the scenes around them and pondered if there was a place to fit themselves into. Years of rejection made slipping into the negative all too easy so Naami reminded themselves of the emergency plan they had repeated over and over to themselves on the long trip. "Shelter. Fire. Water. Food..." they said aloud, counting them off for the 59th time. Naami scanned the generous supplies; it was a relief but the flatpack buildings were usually for at least two to share. No one would want to bunk up with the spooky carpenter. It would be better to pitch a single tent not too close to be a bother, but close enough to enjoy the convenience of the settlement. Naami went about quietly setting their new residence up.