A Vague Beginning

[Rapunzel]

There was a small jolt on the handle of the pump, a little downward jerk caused by a small gray bundle. A cheery kitten offering her assistance.

"Oh! Well, thank you very much, Michi," Rapunzel gave a quiet laugh and then pulled the pump up, negating the cat's assistance by adding her weight when Rapunzel had to pull up, "Herc is helping me get this water back to the medic tent. Would you like to help too?"

Never mind that Michi couldn't really carry or drag a pail. They'd figure out some way she could help if she really wanted to... Rapunzel suddenly pictured water bottles strapped to either side of Michi and could help but snort a little at the image.

[Michi]

"Nice to meet ya, Herc," Michi smiled, still hanging from the water pump.
Her head swiveled around when Rapunzel spoke, explaining what was going on. Her gaze glanced down at the bucket sitting under the spout, then back up at the two of them,
"Sure! Anything I can do to lend you guys a paw," she said, whiskers twitching.

Noticing Rapunzel having to lift the pump back up again due to her added weight, Michi quickly climbed onto the level part of the pump, adding her weight again when the handle needed to go down, before jumping back to the post. it quickly became somewhat of a game.

[Rapunzel]

"Thanks, Michi," Rapunzel giggled again as she saw Michi hopping back and forth. The help was small, but Rapunzel did feel it, and appreciated it. Between the two of them they quickly filled the first pail. Rapunzel went to Hercules and traded him the empty pail for the full one. She then set about to filling up the second pail.

"How are the other cadets getting along? Training going alright?" Rapunzel simply liked to make light conversation, she was starved for conversation and company after so many years in isolation. It often made her seem like she couldn't shut up, or liked the sound of her own voice too much. But she was just so excited to interact with people. Any people. All people.

[Zamora]

Fourteen hours. That's plenty of time to mend over a missing limb!

.. Okay, maybe it's not. But the smells! The noises! And this awful, awful restlessness! It's enough to drive a woman mad! And besides, this extraterrestrial is starving! And the taller medic, the rather kind female, she's gone and stepped out for water...

Commencing Virtuious Mission.

Zamora slips out of the Medic's tent, ears up and alert to the sounds around her. It's so... bright out. There must not be many trees here... The medic girl is nearby. It seems she's struck up a conversation. Good! The perfect chance. Ears flick slightly, and Zamora makes to sneak into the next tent over.

... Thankfully, it's a bit darker in here. These tents aren't exactly built for creatures of her height, but Zamora doesn't seem to mind leaning slightly. It smells... fantastic!

The Pit Beast murmurs deeply, ear flicking up in delight and brushing against the top of the tent. Maybe she's just in time for lunch? Maybe the nice people would share...

[Hikaru]

Hikaru sipped her bland coffee. At least it wasn't burnt today. Silver had brewed it. He did a good job in spite of the quality of his supplies. Small pleasures.

Hikaru caught the shift of cloth in the corner of her eye, and a silhouette entering the tent. A very LARGE silhouette. Zamora? There was a slight furrow to her brow seeing the crash survivor. What was she doing here? If she had needed meals, the medics would have put in a request for a delivered meal. It was far too soon for Zamora to be walking about after the blood loss and shock of the previous night. One didn't need to be a medic to know that.

Hikaru set aside her coffee cup and then walked up to the alien calmly, "Zamora. What are you doing here?"

[Zamora]

The other lop ear now raises, and Zamora is quick to give a sheepish grin, "Hikaru!" Hands carefully search until they settle on Hikaru's face, feeling over her expression and even leaning to snuffle lightly into her hair. It seems, in light of her mostly-missing sight, Zamora seems to favor her senses of smell, hearing, and touch to identify friends or foes. And Hikaru certainly is a friend.  As first contact, she's the main reason Zamora's even made it this far, and is on the road to recovery.

When questioned, however, Zamora gives a noise, one not unlike a child caught drawing on a wall with crayons.

After a moment, she gives a sheepish hum, chattering a big while motioning in a vague way. Eventually, she gives a few flagship motions. One, a hand on her stomach. Two, a finger tapping where her nose would be. And three, a tug on her ears.

She's hungry, and the sounds and smells of the area have her investigating things. It seems she's rather curious about... well, everything! She is new to the planet, after all.

[Maxwell]

A tiny orange flicker appeared in the dark of one tent that was placed a small distance from the others. Max brought the lit matchstick up to the end of a cigarette. As he put the smoke into the side of his mouth, he took a look at what was remaining of his pack. He still had about half his supply left. Since getting hold of cigarettes wasn’t exactly a priority in the grand scheme of the army, Max was fairly conservative about using his stash. He put the cigarette pack off to the side and started shuffling a deck of cards with expert flair.

As far as he could hear, nothing much was going on in camp so Max felt obligated to entertain himself. He had his headset off to one side and any incoming communications set to speaker. After he finished shuffling his deck, he leaned over and reached under his desk, thumbing through a small collection of vinyls. He picked one out, swiveled around in his chair and put it into a record player that was almost completely covered with fake wood paneling. Swinging back around, he began setting up a game of solitaire for himself.

After a few seconds of fuzz, the record began to play the opening piano for It’s Raining Men. Max had absolutely zero shame; until someone found him anyway.

[Michi]

Michi watched as Rapunzel began filling up the next bucket, scratching at the side of her chin with her hind paw.
"Training is going," she shrugged, "Not much to really say about it, as for the other cadets..."
A somewhat mischievous smirk crossed the cat's muzzle,
"Geez, where to start? Lucky continues to boast about his "great accomplishments" back at his home, even though I'm sure he has about as much street smarts in his whole body as I do in one paw, Boso is still a jerk, as per usual, Ferto keeps following Boso around, even though I'm pretty sure Boso is going to lead him into a sink hole one of these days, and the rest of the cadets just seem to be going about their days with little issues."

Michi shook her head as she stopped scratching, still somewhat longing for the familiar jingle of a tag that she'd lacked for quite a while now. The fur around her neck had fluffed back out to it's fullest state, no longer a reminder of the collar that once hung around her neck. Her mind momentarily wandered back to New York, to her siblings, who she presumed were all living lavish lives, sitting comfortably at home, unaware of the war raging on over distant waters.

[Hercules]

Hercules saw the scene unfold before him. For many minutes, he did nothing. Then he turned back to Rapunzel and found himself holding an empty pail. He was momentarily in shock. Then he regained his bearings and he remembered what he was doing there. He then decided he ought to say something.

"I'm sure you've grown accustomed to the ways of this camp. Mind telling me what you know so far about the camp." he directed the question to Rapunzel.

[John Silver]

Silver was busy working the stove top in the kitchen portian of the mess hall tent. He turns, hearing the sound of footsteps as they enter the tent. wiping his hands on his grease stained apron he fully turned to greet Zamora. 

"Hello there!" he greeted, finally getting in a good look at the creature. "Yer hungry, i take it?" the cyborg rumbled, giving her a tooth-gapped grin not that she would be able to see it unfortunately. "What can i get ya?"

 Zamora