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I'm failing to understand the purpose of stopping in port for a "relaxing vacation". I was under the apparently false impression that this wasn't a pleasure cruise.

[Private to Ariadne]

I'm assuming you want to disembark.

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However long the port lasts. About two days at most.

[She starts looking around too. After a few minutes, she stumbles upon a fallen branch stuck between the roots of the tree. Despite much effort trying to get it out, the stick won't budge.]

Heero, can you help me get this out?

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[He nods and obediently comes over to give it a few good tugs. It finally comes out, and he silently hands it over, wondering vaguely waht she's planning on doing with it.

And it sort of occurs to him that he knows next to nothing about her, while she's got a whole file on him.

Something should probably be done about that as soon as they sorted out this food/shelter/"vacation" thing.]

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[If there's one thing her arrival at the Barge has taught Ariadne, it's not to share personal information about her life with well...anyone really. She doesn't want to repeat her counterpart's mistakes.

Both impressed and slightly envious that someone her height and built had more arm strength than her, she thanks Heero and grabs the stick.]

You should find a stick too. After, we'll sharpen the ends with some rocks.

[After all, that's what they do in the movies...Times like these she wishes that she stuck with Girl Scouts as a kid.]

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[That immediately catches the inmate's attention. It might not be a gun, or an actual sword or something - and it certainly wasn't a mobile suit - but a sharp stick was still a weapon, and he liked weapons. Or, perhaps more accurately, he knew what to do with a weapon, and he'd feel less stupid wandering around without something to defend himself with.

So pretty immediately he went to investigate and look for a decent stick, something sturdy and hopefully already sort of sharp and quickly finds a decent candidate.

So now they had two sticks.]

You're suggesting we try spearfishing?

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Can't hurt to try, right? [Besides, they don't have the materials to make some fancy fishing rod. Being primitive is the way to go for survival situations like this.

Sitting down on the ground, Ariadne motions Heero to sit next to her. After handing him a jagged rock, she takes her own and starts sharpening the edge of her stick to a point. It's sorta like sharpening a huge pencil, though pencils aren't usually used to stab fish.]

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[Heero immediately gets to work sharpening his stick, and unsurprisingly is pretty okay at it, even if his previous experience with this kind of thing is relatively limited. This is probably because of the whole hooray it's a weapon, I feel less exposed now thing more then anything else.

He works in silence, intensely focused on the job at hand, but also watching the warden and trying to figure her out. She doesn't even seem that bad, really, although he sincerely doubts she's got a military background or is in law enforcement or anything like that, which was honestly sort of fine by him. He might be able to get her to give him information easier.]