They're learning. Getting better at this. After getting chased away from the wreckage, and then treed for a while, they recovered their stuff. They've been traveling, trying to find a good place to settle. Fortunately they have a locator beacon that they can just bring with them so they don't need to stay where they crashed to get found.
Some of the water sources here are polluted with different naturally occurring chemicals and organisms the water filters have trouble with, wearing them out faster. Other's aren't. They've been following their omnicoms, which are leading them to a different area of the water table where almost all the water is fresh.
They've been following the food too, getting a sense of the animals they can hunt, and pack movements, figuring out the growth patterns of certain types of trees with edible fruit.
They're moving down into a river valley now that has a lot of promise.
At night, they sleep high up in the trees to avoid the little energy-eating dog-things. Rotterdins, their guide on the planet calls them. They figured out that they can be killed, but it's a total pain in the ass and it's better to just stay high up at night and avoid them entirely, especially since the trees are so huge you can travel in the treetops - on branches as big as whole walkaways 0 and climb from tree to tree easily.
The trees have lots of little bowers in them, too, soft moss-covered hollows big enough for both of them to lay in. They usually leave their gear hanging from branches outside them. Inside, lichen glows in gentle phosphorescent pinks and blues and greens and yellows. The light isn't too bright for them to sleep and it's comforting during the pitch black nights, which are only sometimes lit by the planet's two moons.
The only problem is the temperature fluctuations.
Their second fight with the rotterdins ruined their transuits, and their uniforms got torn in the crash and it's only been getting worse over time. They're not insulting much now. And the temperature has too much variation up here in the mountains and hills. During the day it ranges from temperate to a little uncomfortably hot, but at night it dips down to fifty or forty degress.
Using the survival tools that came with their kits, and the survival guides to figure out how to do it, they managed to skin and tan the rotterdins to use their fur, but they only got one decent blanket - or more like a wrap - out of it. The only way for them to both fit under it is for them to get pretty close and well...
That's apparently going to be like a whole thing.
In the light of the lichens, Rich looks over at where Grif is curled up, barely under the furs, just out of reach.
Later...
Some of the water sources here are polluted with different naturally occurring chemicals and organisms the water filters have trouble with, wearing them out faster. Other's aren't. They've been following their omnicoms, which are leading them to a different area of the water table where almost all the water is fresh.
They've been following the food too, getting a sense of the animals they can hunt, and pack movements, figuring out the growth patterns of certain types of trees with edible fruit.
They're moving down into a river valley now that has a lot of promise.
At night, they sleep high up in the trees to avoid the little energy-eating dog-things. Rotterdins, their guide on the planet calls them. They figured out that they can be killed, but it's a total pain in the ass and it's better to just stay high up at night and avoid them entirely, especially since the trees are so huge you can travel in the treetops - on branches as big as whole walkaways 0 and climb from tree to tree easily.
The trees have lots of little bowers in them, too, soft moss-covered hollows big enough for both of them to lay in. They usually leave their gear hanging from branches outside them. Inside, lichen glows in gentle phosphorescent pinks and blues and greens and yellows. The light isn't too bright for them to sleep and it's comforting during the pitch black nights, which are only sometimes lit by the planet's two moons.
The only problem is the temperature fluctuations.
Their second fight with the rotterdins ruined their transuits, and their uniforms got torn in the crash and it's only been getting worse over time. They're not insulting much now. And the temperature has too much variation up here in the mountains and hills. During the day it ranges from temperate to a little uncomfortably hot, but at night it dips down to fifty or forty degress.
Using the survival tools that came with their kits, and the survival guides to figure out how to do it, they managed to skin and tan the rotterdins to use their fur, but they only got one decent blanket - or more like a wrap - out of it. The only way for them to both fit under it is for them to get pretty close and well...
That's apparently going to be like a whole thing.
In the light of the lichens, Rich looks over at where Grif is curled up, barely under the furs, just out of reach.
"Sure looks awful cold over there."