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New Dawn of Civilizations(Always Open)

I'll be making a post here Wednesday. Been busy with irl work and such in general otherwise in the meantime. (@_@)

New Dawn of Civilizations(Always Open)

Eliza Marie Lee

Year - 0

Day - 19

Location - ??? Village (Approximately near modern Okayama)

These people had no name for themselves, and yet they had begun to live closer to each other and more and more so over the generations all the same as family had run into family and eventually a suitable location for a home had been decided upon. A place with fair game, the fishing of the sea, and the proper source of water from a clear and beautiful river nearby. A place that sat at the foot of mountains, from which came cold winds in the winter and to where one could go to hunt more game and find good stone for tools. Because...well, these people used stone tools alone. They also foraged for berries in the right seasons, had cleared away other trees from where those that grew ripe chestnuts were located to somewhat cultivate the chestnut trees themselves, and sought each thing in its due course as they simply lived their lives.

To the modern mind, the lack of convenience and so forth was astonishing and their level of technology far more so. Yet they were just like modern people in so many ways, from the laughing of playing children to the work of parents to repair and build up homes for their families and so much more. Some would look to places like this, days like these, and call them the 'pinnacle of humanity' that all should return to. Yet in either case, such people forgot the harshness that such a life brought as well. Disease. Lack of medicines. A lack of tools to improve the workload on those who labored with their backs and minds to mete out a life and survival.

So, really, they were all products of their place and time. Modern. Ancient. Didn't matter where, or who, or how, life was life and people were people one way or another. And....in a sense this fact was rather comforting. In another sense, it was distressing to be so far from her own friends and family. From the laugh and relaxed humor of her best friend, to the warm smile of her mother, to even the stupid grin on her father's face when he'd tried to set a better example for her as a kid when he'd failed at something....heh. To think she'd miss something as simple, and long enough ago, as that.

But the skies bore nothing that looked like airplanes flying or such like. No debris washed up on shores. It had taken over a week, but to her mind she was in a rather primitive place, one far from the likes off anything she knew. Terms, words, ideas from her day seemed to be totally alien despite attempting to ask some of the locals. Just to try to get a hint of...anything, anything familiar or that might indicate she wasn't living in some equivalent to an isekai anime (ha). She seemed to be, for all intents and purposes, in a world far flung from her own in more than just technology and culture....but time as well, as ridiculous as it sounded to her.

Still, her hosts had been gracious enough to 'keep her around' at least thus far.

"Hmm? Eriza, what are you doing here?"

The vividly red-haired woman, her hair styled into a rough bun on the back of her head and held in place with a bone-wrought comb now, stood near where Kunne's husband sat with a stone tool in hand, sat hewing a piece of longer wood in his hands. Eliza, in turn, stood in her new set of similar animal-hide-wrought clothing as the rest of Kunne's family seemed to be dressed in. The same type of skirted clothing and two pieces of garments that had seemingly become common in this place. It was, well, it was more a lending of clothes she had recived rather than a new set. Closest 'size' they had to fit her, and it had come from another local family who had been kind enough to exchange them for some supplies until Kunne could prepare replacement clothes to send back to the other family. Such was closeness of the locals, apparently, in this case and particular place.

And yet so far she'd been helping Kunne with household chores as part of things. She'd been trying to pick up from them simple things like....rough sewing with bone needles to help make clothes, and helping prepare food in the local fashion, and so forth. She'd also been telling stories, ones she'd begun to curate to tell of her 'homeland' to entertain her hosts by the fire each night before sleeping. She'd even begun to adopt the habit of rising up at sunrise, finally, without having to be prodded or awoken by a non-existent alarm clock...at least begun to sucessfully do such of course.

"I wish to learn how to carve wood, as you and some of the other men seem to be capable of. And how to prepare tools of stone."

Iramande, that being the name of Kunne's husband as she'd learned during her first night, raised an eyebrow in return. A peculiar thing for a woman to ask in this place indeed, though she had worked in how 'women worked alongside the men in many things' back in her homeland at least. Though in truth, the division of labor here seemed to be enough of a handful for women and men alike as it was. She was an extra, and a foreigner, so...perhaps something could be arranged. Maybe.

"Such things are not beffitting tasks, and yet....hmm."

"I wish to better help you and your family, to repay the kindness given me however I can. But I seem to be a burden to Kunne and the others as it is with their usual tasks. In that sense..."

Narasu had been somewhat resistant to learn the craft of woodwork, from the appearances of things, in comparison to learning how to hunt at first. In that sense, he and his father had been somewhat at odds, and in that sense he'd gone off with Kunne's older brother (from the same village) today to begin learning that. This despite his father's status as a woodworker and fisher, well, at least as far as trying to slot him into a given role went on Eliza's part inside her own mind.

"It would be useful to have more hands, yes, though Kunne...haha! Perhaps Narasu will see, if a woman can do this work, then he can learn it from his own father as well! And as you are a foreigner, well, this perhaps could work out well after all."

The man's hair sat back in a smaller bun than hers, but as a smile appeared on his hairy and bearded face he let out a large guwaff of a laugh. His eyes would likewise dart to her hands for a moment as well. The man then gentured for her to sit next to him, his usual stoic focus on the task at hand replaced with something of a good sense of joviality for the most part. Giving a grateful nod and brief smile, then, Eliza would walk over and carefully sit upon the log next to Iramande as he placed the wood in his hands on her lap and helped her get a grasp of of the sharp stone carving tool in his hand. His expression, in kind, would turn back into more of his seemingly usual 'working look' in kind, eyes focusing on her hands, the tool, and the wood itself.

"You must be careful which direction to move the tool, but at the right angle. Like so. Shave it back, bit by bit, that's how it should go.

You likewise do not want to break the tool, especially by applying too much pressure. So try to take a few shavings off of the wood."

Attempting to feel how he'd moved his hands and placed pressure on the tool, Eliza in turn would try to mimic those motions with her own two hands on the stone tool. Find the right angle...dangit, a slip! No matter, though at least she'd missed hitting herself, she'd just try again. Get a better angle this time, angle the stone blade like so, apply better pressure now...and...aha! It worked! She could see a glimmer of amusement on her teacher's face for a moment, though he would wait as she continued to try to get a few more shavings off. So, it seemed, she just needed to try that same approach again! She had to get a feel for the tool in her hands, yes, that was the key to things like this. Like with any other, well, use of tools that is. In her mind.

"Yes, like so, but no too much in one place unless you want to whittle it too far down for use. This is being used to help move a canoe for fishing, so the end will be wider than the shaft will be. With this sort of skill, you must be able to envision what the end product will be each each bit."

"Hmm...that makes sense."

An oar? That made sense with how the shape looked so far, but ok! She had to let him show her, however, no use in just trying to jump ahead.

And so things would go this way for what felt like a few hours, at least to her, the sun hanging in the sky as she was introduced to the idea of woodcarving and how to handle it. Albeit even after their woodcarving session, as he noted the progress of the sun across the lit and clear blue sky of the day, the bearded man would calmlly end things and would again try to encourage her to 'put in the effort for helping Kunne and the other women' as well. At the same time...he seemed happy to at least show somehow how to work with wood, even if a little bit, before he had sent her back to explain to Kunne where she was and to keep trying to assist her.

Or in Iramande's own words-

'She'll let you know she's irritated, but don't let that fool you. She's glad to have more hands to help than just our older daughter whike Kimyo is still rather young.'

Well, he knew her best. Even so, it was clear that he at least would let her come back the next day to learn more based on his attitude about things. Hopefully. Because as much as she had made it clear she wanted to help Iramande and his family...

...she also had goals of her own, both in that vein and personally. And it had taken her over two weeks to become more grounded in this rather new world, enough so at least to realize that her first personal goal in it all was far from feasible without much practice and some new skills to add to her existing ones. And not just skills she wanted to learn, but practical ones to help with local women to boot. More than skills, she'd need to locate some things as well that no one here seemed to know how to look for or after to boot! Likely up in the mountains as well for that matter. Hmm.

But what was her first goal, the first one she had in all of this? It was simple enough, she supposed, but she felt herself growing more thankful for the greater simplicity of access she had to it back in the modern US-of-A at the very least.

She wanted to make an area for blacksmithing, mainly for herself, and beyond that to try to give the locals new tools to help them out.

Sure, the concept of metal tools wasn't here, and indeed if she wanted to have enough hubris as it was she'd think herself higher than the people here for that. But...they weren't stupid. They weren't fools, or idiots, or unthinkintg savages. Not from anything she'd seen and experienced with them so far. Traditions changed slowly, things that worked stuck around for myriad reasons practical and otherwise, and what she wanted to do in the first place was radical enough a concept as it was in this place in the world (wherever it was). So rather than simply balk with a 'wow why didn't they just think to do that instead or something', or giving the hollywood glazing of the idea of the 'noble savage' and abandoning the idea of metalworking even for herself, she'd work with where she was and who she was around.

Whether it was learning a new skill, or learning to work with others, or learning about a new home, or the like, it all went 'one step and one thing at a time', right? So it was here in her mind. One thing, one day, one skill at a time.

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Year - 0

Day - 100

Location - ??? Village (Approximately near modern Okayama)

One hundred days since she'd arrived in wherever and whenver this place was located. One hundred long, laborious days of learning a new slew of things and about this new place, all between her work alongside Kunne and the other women as well as learning from Iramande as he struggled to get his son on-board with his craft one way or the other. One hundred days away from everything she'd ever known before, as well as having to cool her heels and her initial new ambitions with their own tempering, and yet applying herself with increasing vigor and gusto to the things at hand. Pottery. Cooking. Woodcarving. The creation of stone tools. Practicing in her own spare time, with whatever she could get of it.

And, as of the prior day, maybe pushing the young Narasu to pay more attention to his father by gutting a deer the family was provvided by a neighbor during a trade alone in eyesight of the boy, much to his father's surprised amusement and his mother's mild shock. Heh. No one had seen that coming, not from the foreign woman at least, so it had been something she did take a bit of pride in saying her own father had taught her to do on top of that! Though all the same, while it had helped in part to convince the boy to begin learning woodwork from his father...

"Ah...hah....whew..."

She'd been trying to find some good trees, ones to use for her work on making a smithy plus home for herself. She'd managed to get word of older chestnut trees the locals had been about to cut, near the edges of a natural grove of them nearby to the village, and had been granted one or two if she could manage to haul them off by herself. All that had taken, however, was patient work, a piece of carved wood, and some cord on one end of each of the two logs to get them ready to move. Then had come a few days to get them moved, though Iramande and Narasu had also admittedly helped her on the final leg of the journey to a spot just a little ebyond the edge of the village where she'd wanted to move them (at Kunne's insistence to boot, though the latter had told her to not mention anything). Just to, well, give herself some space it seemed.

Part of the day she learned from Iramande, sometimes at his family home with Kunne keeping close tabs on them on the side even, and sometime around Iramande's brother and another man of the village who also carved some wood or felled trees for the village alongside him. Part of the day she assisted Kunne and the other local women who got together to cook, make pottery out of gathered clay, and look after the children. Part of the day, then, she would go to where her logs were, sat atop a bed of branches to keep them off of the ground at her own design, to repair or make her own tools, perform physical exersizes to try to stay fit, dig out a proper foundational area of some kind and roughly level-ish sort with the guidance of Iramande and another man of the village (who knew how to make their own houses), and keep working on the two rather large logs to prepare them for her use. A lot that didn't always all happen each day with exactness in the same exact order, but it was a predictable enough schedule at the very least as far as she was concerned.

This day, well, was one of the days she'd been setting out to carve away at one of the felled trees she had. But...what to do with it? She had decided that they would make for solid pillars, tall ones, and that she didn't want to dig out the floor of her future smithy plus home as deep as the locals did. She'd need two more trees, maybe three now that she was measuring it out more in her own rough capacity, but it would take a lot more work to finish for sure.

Though all of her work had garnered some curiosity from others in the village at least~

"...I know you're there, Narasu."

The younger boy had been spying upon her for a short while from behind a tree, perhaps after coming back from learning how to hunt with his maternal uncle, but she'd been noticing him doing this for a few weeks now. Not that he hadn't tried to stay silent and hidden for what it was worth, even as she labored with tools and the like at her little personal worksite. The boy had been spending more time with his father than she'd seen at first glance after her arrival, though, somewhat more of the time when she was around learning from his father as well. A touch suspicious, perhaps, but nothing she'd assumed was but the curiosity of a growing boy about an oddity like herself in a place like this perhaps. Haha.

The boy froze still at her voice, however, though she would simply look in his direction, seeing a head pop rapidly behind a tree and letting a low chuckle come from her lips. Kid was noisy with his sisters, the only living son his father and mother still had admittedly, but he wasn't a bad kid either in ways. He seemed to put effort into what got his interest, at least, but this all did give her some room for teasing if she ever felt so inclined. Er, though she didn't want to mislead him by accident either, nor earn Kunne's wrath by even putting on the appearance of such a thing. She got terrifying when she was mad, such that even Iramande and others paid full attention to her like soldiers almost at attention!

"Fine, hide if you wish. But I guess I'll tell your mother you were slacking off-"

Speaking of his mother, the boy would leap out from his hiding place almost instantaneously at the mention of Kunne learning what he'd been doing.

"No! No, ah, my mother doesn't need to know. I'm right here."

What was he, just short of his teen years perhaps? He was growing taller, that much was for sure, and he stood taller than his sisters already. Hmm. Just short of a growth spurt maybe? Eh, she'd have to ask Kunne if the chance came up when they were in private for a moment. She didn't want to embarass the boy, but...well, Kunne was a touch of a gossip sometimes around the other women and herself at times. That was just a liiiiittle something to keep in mind for the future.

"Indeed you are."

"What are you trying to make anyways? You don't have a husband, and if that's gonna' be a house you really don't look like you know what you're doing. Dad and some of the other men don't seem to fully know, but they wonder if its just some foreign house or something."

The boy crossed his arms, trying to reflect back something of an attitude and fire back against being forced from his hiding place. Yet his words were enough to get Eliza to raise an eyebrow at the very least. Was...he curious too? Sure he spoke of the other men, but they weren't here and he had begun to spy on her more often than any of them came over to try to give her guidance and direction in handling tool making and wood carving. She wasn't a master at any of it, far from it yet, but practice was important to cultivating what she knew if nothing else.

"Hmm. I'll make you a exchange. I'll tell you what it is and explain it....if you help me build it, and if you go learn more about woodworking with your father."

She winked back, a light blush appearing in the boy's face for a moment as he stood silent. After a few minutes of said silence, then, he would cough before darting off back toward home. In turn, Eliza felt a small pang of worry inside. Er...had she pushed him too far? Perhaps the teasing should have waited. Ooooooh dear, if Kunne got word of this she was DEAD, wasn't she?

...Wasn't she?

Year - 0

Day - 115

Location - ??? Village (Approximately near modern Okayama)

Today, no special day in particular it had seemed, her usual guest watcher would approach her more openly this time around of all things. Narasu. The growing boy who was being trained as a hunter, apparently had a more natural knack for it from what Iramande had talked about with his brother in law, and yet even his father had commented to her that he'd been trying to be around him more some days when he wasn't hunting. Just in the past two weeks alone! But she hadn't joked with him about things either, and he'd seemingly been avoiding her before now, so she'd been worried he'd been unnerved a bit too much in the end. Even still-

"You said you'd tell me if I learned more and help, right?"

...Eh?

"I-I did. Yes."

Looking on the youth's left hip, a wooden axe sat by his side now that was attached to him with a belt-like cord. Eliza's eyes then went back up to Narasu's face, one that was staring right back at her determinidely rather than as nervously as it once had. Not that he hadn't crossed his arms and wasn't trying to look big for the occasion as well, which itself was almost funny even with his efforts to sound and act serious at the time. In that sense, she was trying to at least give him the respect of listening to him without a laugh or such...though her own surprise did help his case this fine later afternoon.

"So?"

He was serious about this? Did his parents know, and sure the village had seemingly become more accustomed to her somehwat in the short term, but-...but...hmm. Actually, yeah. Yeah, the kid had his own curiosity. Worst case, she'd sound like an idiot and mad foreign woman to the village.

"Ok. I'll keep my word. You can help me, and I'll tell you what I am trying to make."

The boy nodded, before walking over and looking to her and the log she was nearly bent over to work on before looking back to her once more.

"So, what're we carving, and what're you building?"

...What direction was this going? She had no clue. But it would be a while to explain what she could to the boy. Long enough for them to get some work for at least a few days if nothing else! That much help at least would shorten down the time for doing things, if nothing else.

"A long story, but first I am carving these logs into the first of a few tall vertilar pillars for this building I'm making. I'll explain along the way as we work."

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[Summary - Eliza is getting adjusted to the village, began learning woodworking and tool making skills from Kunne's husband Iramande, and while being a foreigner is trying to contribute to the village where she can to better integrate with them. She does this while also beginning to pursue her own goal: Building a blacksmith + home, which isn't going to be some small feat amidst this sedentary hunter-gatherer society. Or, well, she's going to at least build a blacksmith if it turns out her initial idea doesn't work or isn't safe (just part of her learning process here).

Along the way, she's gotten some curiosity from afar and a bit closer to her host family. Yet Narasu, the only living son of her host family, has curiously taken up her on an innitially-joking deal to learn what she's doing if he helps help her work on things and spends more time with his father. He called her bluff and is doing his part a bit over two weeks later after making the joking offer, so after the initial shock Eliza is going to take up her end of the deal.]

New Dawn of Civilizations(Always Open)

First post made! Finally.

New Dawn of Civilizations(Always Open)

Eliza Marie Lee

Year - 0

Location - ??? (Approximately near modern Okayama)

It all began....in darkness. As if her body was suspended within a vast void of nothingness, deprived of sense and any way of telling up or down or what direction was where. Like being a leap upon the wind, in some vague sense of the word, but she couldn't quite put any proper words to it nor find a description for it all. Yet as long as she seemed to dwell inside such a feeling, her stream of conciousness not fully awake but more so closer to sleep, other sensations came along with it all. The taste of salty water spray, the creeping feelings of cold across the surface of her skin, the feeling of something like wet sand upon her back, and the feeling of damp hair as if she'd gone to bed after a shower without bothering to dry it much less brush it.

Yet for some reason, she didn't awake at first. Her body, her mind, were coming to slowly...but at least they were doing so surely from the feeling of it. It was almost dreamlike initially, and yet even then it began to become more and more palpable the more she began to question what was going on. It had been only a couple bottles of beer, and wasn't the lightest of weights either. Nor was she a heavy drinker. Had Mei tossed something in there as a prank, to drug her or something? Hmm. No, that wouldn't likely be the case. Slip szechuan peppers into her food to get a kick out of it, sure, but she'd always make sure to help her clean up afterwards. Not drug her and rob her and toss her into the ocean or something like that.

Ugh. Her head hurt just trying to think about things with what little yet growing awareness she had about her. All the same, the sounds of voices and the feeling of warm but weathered hands pulling her by her shoulders was certainly new. Kidnappers, perhaps? It would have made a chill run down her spine if she'd been awake enough, just at the thought of that much alone. Yet another set of hands would grab her feet, even if awkwardly, pulling them up after feeling herself being drug along the sand somewhat. Like she was being pulled away from the-...sound of crashing waves and the taste of salty water? Now that was at least something.

Yet her mind would begin to fade oonce more to some extent as they moved along, time itself remaining somewhat of a blur alongside sensations of moving up and down and ever forward, until things like the sound of whistling wind through the trees and ultimately more voices and the feeling of something warm nearby and then another something warm being wrapped around her body became much more recognizeable. Her body clutched at the covering, trying to avoid shivering as best as she could, curling up tighter akin to a freezing child left out in the cold.

...By the time she truly began to awake, then, her green eyes cracking slowly open as a sluggishness began to run out of her body bit by bit. What had come before remained as vestiges of fuzzy memory, though continued to be palpable in her mind as she tried to memorize the things she'd been feeling like before. As if trying to embed a vivid dream in one's memory before they let themselves fully awake from their dreaming slumber.

And what remained before her eyes was something that seemed straight out of some kind of ancient history book.

In the direction of her feet sat an open doorway, sunlight streaming in as if it was morning, yet it seemed covered from above despite the natural lack of a door in any case. Said light was the thing her eyes were first drawn to as they squinted at it all, before her head natuarlly turned to her right to look at the next most visible light- a proper, kindled fire that sent a trail of smoke up and out of an upper opening near the top of the roof on the inside. Like it had been opened up for air flow or something, but not directly allowing rain inside or something of the sort. Yet the walls, the roof, it was all made of...straw? Thatch? And beams made of bound logs of wood stretched out, embedded in the ground and supporting the whole thing in a rather complex but primitive-looking fashion.

Heck, as she looked down she found her head resting on part of the apparently large fur pelt blanket lying over her that had been keeping her warm, and the floor itself was simply dirt to boot. Just what or where in the world was-

"Mom! Mom! The weird lady's waking up!"

A young voice cut through the air, vaguely female from the sounds of it, and as the waking eyes of Eliza looked sharply to the side she saw the blurry form of something small run up to the front door while shouting the same message over another one or two times. As her eyes began to better adjust, however, it became clear that this smaller figure was a child. A younger child at that, with dark hair styled into two small tails held by red-colored ties behind her head near the bottom of it that lay down on her upper back. Her legs were covered in a tan-colored form of knee-length skirt, perhaps wrought of animal skins, while her torso was covered in a similarly-colored and designed shirt. It was as much as she could make out, at any rate, before a few more figures ran over into the entrance of the somewhat pit-dug (upon further inspection of the floor at least) home's entranceway.

"Oi, Kimyo, we heard you the first time!"

A younger, but not as young, male voice cut through the air like an accusatory knife toward the former, who seemed to not take it lying down in any case.

"Shut up! Mom said to say when the weird-looking lady woke up!"

Ah. Siblings?

"Narasu. Kimyo."

The two younger voices went silent with a suddeness as an older, feminine voice cut through the air with a more than stern tone to it. Even she could tell the tension in the air had suddenly stopped between the two prior voices, and a familiarity crept in that she knew instinctively. Yes. When some moms got pissed, or raised their voice, you stopped unless you wanted more than enough trouble to follow therafter. Or, well, at least that was her impression of it all on an instinctual level.

The source of the older feminine voice stepped inside, a taller shadow than either of the children at first until she got closer to Eliza and knelt next to her. Her face was...well...rather foreign looking, with her hair long and a dyed cloth headband tied about on the top of her head. Her clothing was similar enough to that of the younger child, with a knee-length skirt and short-sleeved top of similar tan coloration, eyebrows a little harier than she'd normally expect of another modern woman to keep, and yet her light brown eyes seemed to look Eliza over with a level of focus only to be had by a doting caregiver.

"Hmm. She's a bit slow to wake, but after where your father and his brother found her it isn't much a surprise. Tch.

Kimyo, get your sister from next door and tell her to bring some water from the river. Narasu, go tell your father she's awoken. I'll stay here in the meantime to tend to our guest."

Two children would nod before running off, though small hints of noise would insinuate that there was one last brief exchange of words between them while they were mostly out of their mother's earshot. Er...mostly. Just mostly. Enough to elicit an eyeroll from the woman before Eliza, at any rate, as the American attempted to sit up with some difficulty and the woman would let a 'tch' escape from her lips as she moved to assist her. From here, the woman ensursed she could at least sit up on her own, well enough if nothing else, before wrapping the hide fur blanket tighter around her.

"Don't mind the children, though my husband will soon be here I hope. He wished to learn when you finally awoke, at least after carrying you here from the shore this morning as he left to go fishing."

Fishing? The shore? A hand on her own back revealed some sand still stuck to it, of all things, alongside the new dirt. Mild surprise flicked over Eliza's face, ultimately, before the woman before her let out a sigh. But...wait, this had to be something strange happening. Like some strange primitive-living types just took her or something? But a beach? It made sense with what she remembered, with how knotty her hair seemed to be as she used the same right hand to feel it somewhat, and it fit with some of the sensations she'd felt and could still recall just enough from before.

Even this woman, she seemed to be some kind of asian person while also seeming a bit...different too? It was odd. But at least they were all living people that were speaking English.

"Do you not know how you ended up here?"

"I...I do not know."

As the words left the woman's lips, and then her own in turn, Eliza focused on how their lips moved and how the words felt Yet none of it seemed to match regular English, even though she understood it all just the same and as plainly as if it were regular American English. Albeit English without an accent? Kind of. Somewhat? It was an alien sensation, such that she tried to somewhat put it out of her mind. None of this made any sense, none of it! Had she been kidnapped, had she-....she could barely sit up with how groggy her body felt. Had she been set afloat in the ocean or something?

"Tch. You must have come from far away to look as you do, set adrift in the sea and arriving near our village."

"V-Village?"

"Mmhmm. It is said our forebears moved from place to place, and yet our people live more and more together in places such as this. No longer need we follow the trails of game, but reap our bounty from the sea, tend to the groves of trees near to us, and some still seek the game that lives in our woods."

The foreign-looking woman lightly shook her head side to side, before pulling the blanket righter around her and taking her right hand in both of her own to examine for a minute.

"Hmm. Hands that have seen much work, much labor, much like my husband's own. Yet not so much work as to bear the scars of too much, from what I gathered of your after they brought you into our home. No stranger to effort. Good."

The woman looked up at Eliza again, her face maintaining a sort of practical stoicism as she looked back into her eyes.

"Tch. And you bear eyes that remind me of the stone my husband's brother brought from the nearby mountains once. Brighter though. Beautiful, in a way."

The woman was trying to get a read on her, like the intruder in someone else's home she apparently seemed to be despite the care being given to her. Eyes carefully scanning over her for potential threats, and looking over her before (apparently) to try to get an idea of her life without knowing anything about her. On one hand, Eliza almost felt offended that someone would suspect her of anything like such! She wasn't some thief, she wasn't...she wasn't anywhere or with anyone she knew, and if she panicked too much it would be more than a small amount of trouble. That was for certain. So she had to follow the steps of things.

First...try to get an idea of things. Of these people. Of what in the world was going on, as she had no clothes, no cellphone, no anything. Yes. That would be a good start.

"Do you happen to have a name, stranger? Something you go by?"

"...Eliza. My name is Eliza."

"Eriza? Not a name known around here. Very foreign sounding. Strange," the foreign woman commented without skipping a beat, before letting Eliza's right hand go and putting a hand to her own chest now before she continued speaking, "I am Kunne."

Kunne. Kimyo. Narasu. All weer names that sounded somewhat...Japanese to her? Ugh. It made her head spin. But even so, she seemed to be waiting for Kunne's husband to return before anything else. Not like she could get up and run if she wanted to right now anyways. Had to get a lay of the land, of the situation, before doing anything else. Though, well, at least they knew each others' names now to kick things off.

It was a start, as small a start as it was, to finding out what in the world had happened to her.

New Dawn of Civilizations(Always Open)

@TruckKun Well, optimally and honestly I would like to not share a location with someone on my end. This especially given that we both have characters with smithing skills.

But if you are really intent on Japan I could maybe switch locations? Whatever works best. ^^;

New Dawn of Civilizations(Always Open)

Eliza

Name:

_{Eliza Marie Lee}

Gender:

_Female

Age:

₂₇

Appearance:

_{Eliza was born with fiery red hair as vibrant as it could seemingly naturally be, for what it was worth, with a personality in her youth that seemed just as vibrant. Her fair-skinned body, however, has never been much for the sun when the burning light of the sun comes into play. Even so, her piercing green eyes are something of note when looking at her generally soft and narrow-shaped face, standing out like ‘emeralds’ according to her mother many years ago. Yet while her body bears a natural hourglass-type shape and full chest, something that would seem to be an enviable thing to others, she never paid as much mind to it outside of having to find the right bras to wear. One can tell, however, that from her arms and legs that she had done a fair amount to build up muscle from exercise and other physical activities. Not the sort of muscle one might see on a bodybuilder, where size seems to be most obvious to the common person’s eyes, but the well-rounded sort of muscle that would be found on a very physically active person. This is especially notable with regards to her arms in particular, on the left upper arm of which she bears a somewhat long but not too wide scar of sorts gained during the process of practicing blacksmithing over the years.}

Personality:

_{A diligent hard-worker who learned to apply herself to things the 'practical way' (as she'd say it) from a young age, being especially driven when it comes to her own personal goals in life. A person who feels the very much regular human drive to and is able to generally seek to socialize with others and 'be included' or 'belong' to enough of an extent, and in part wishes to help others, and yet has stood apart from the 'average person' in her own nation and day and age in a number of ways that left her feeling distant otherwise. Someone who enjoys the process of learning new things that can benefit her own personal development, and yet at the same time whose sense of self-preservation can be....quite strong under the right circumstances. She is most often an 'action oriented' type person who won't hesitate to do something herself with her own two hands, under certain circumstances even preferring to do things herself, and yet who is likewise a sociable and relaxed type in other ways who isn't afraid to crack a smile even while hard at work or make a joke here and there. She does enjoy socializing with others to a good enough extent indeed, though she doesn't fully consider it a 'nessecity' all of the time due to being to some extent a proper introvert.}

Nationality:

_{United States}

Education:

_{Doctor of Phamacy (PharmD)}

Former Occupation:

_{Pharmacologist}

Skills:

• Pharmacology - While things such as problem solving and critical thinking and socializing and organizing one’s self and such things are components of her (now former) job, she basically researches, develops, and tests new drugs for potential use in the most basic sense. Finding out side effects and such, etc, also falls within this realm of skill for her.
• Blacksmithing - Is a skilled blacksmith not through talent, but frankly through her passion and work put into it. Has dug a good bit into the history of it and such as well, looked at stuff like how they made Wootz steel in India or such and sought to recreate it along the way, and other tidbits like that which she’s gleaned or picked up or curiously sought out over the years by chance while practicing this intensively as a hobby.
• Hunting/Woodland Knowledge - Albeit with modern guns or a compound bow, but she hunted with her father a good few times over the years when she was younger. Last went hunting with him about a year ago as of most recently. He’s also rather often tried to in the process point out how to be safe in the woods, things to avoid, etc, that come part and parcel with it. Not that this latter knowledge helps in any particular way when you are teleported to 2700 BC Japan and were living in the United States of America in 2026 beforehand. Good news is, she can gut a deer properly and wields a knife rather well at least!
• Cooking - She can cook in general, learning from both her mother (who tried to teach her something), and from Mei’ who taught her a few things to cook while they hung out with each other sometimes and shared a bit of knowledge with each other over the years.
• Modern Education (21st Century) - Has recieved an accelerated but full modern education in the public school system of her home nation/state, giving her some breadth of knowledge with school subjects such as English, Math, History (mostly US history), and Science (chemistry and biology) along the way. This includes classes she took in college, including both ones tied to her primary degree and additional basic-level elective credit classes including: Public Speaking, Sociology, Music Appreciation, and learning to speak Spanish.

What You Were Doing Last Before Falling Asleep:

_{Was hanging out with her best friend Mei at the latter’s place, had a couple of beers, cooked some food, talked about the week and Mei's boyfriend and rambled about Damascus steel, binged some new show on Netflix, and then crashed on the couches and fell asleep promptly thereafter.}

Where Did You Wake Up At:

_{Roughly near the red dot, the one with an arrow drawn toward it, on this linked map of Jomon-period settlements in ancient Japan: https://i.imgur.com/oV9e2aO.jpeg}

Background:

<sub>Eliza is someone who from a young age was seemingly blessed with a sound and conventionally beautiful form for the modern age, down in the depths of the good ol’ USA, with her father even nicknaming her ‘my little star’ simply for the way her little eyes seemed to twinkle when she was happy. Her mother, a feisty sort who had worked as a female firefighter prior to marrying and ‘learning that my own mother had the best, and hardest, job in the whole world’ in the woman’s own words, would take the last and youngest of her three children and would still try to ‘whip her into shape’ in the metaphorical sense all the same. With two older brothers, it seemed that Eliza would be fated to be the sole daughter of the family, though in practice she often hung out with her brothers and even some of their friends and learned to go hunting in the woods from her father after much (aka: she barely had to ask to get him on board) effort to convince him to do so. Yet as much as the young girl enjoyed working with her hands on something or another, whether it was food alongside her mother or goofing off in the nearby woods to their local subdivision with her brothers, something also became quite notable to those about her. It became more and more apparent that she bore something of an…incredibly good memory, one that would easily qualify as ‘photographic’ by its very nature. Indeed her ability to recall information and things she had seen and experienced in rather excruciating detail were something that made her stand out even more so in her youth, even in class, and which led her teachers to begin to excitedly push her proud parents to ‘get this potential genius on a good path’!

…But what began as trying to make her parents and teachers proud would begin to become something of a burden to the girl. She went bit by bit from being ‘Eliza’ to ‘the prodigy kid we compared to Nikola Tesla’, and things began to go from being ‘fun to learn and exciting’ to more and more so ‘is this what I want’ and ‘what do I do if I fail everyone’s expectations of me’ alike. By the time she got to college at the age of thirteen, she felt she was falling behind even having a social life and began to dig in her heels as new surging teenage hormones and the rapidly mounting stress in her life from a more rapid education path began to grind back against her. She needed more. She needed an outlet. Something. Something to do with her hands that let her take the crap inside of her head and let it out. Thus it was in this time period that, late one night browsing the internet, she found a video on…blacksmithing? It seemed like just hammering metal to her mother, but it felt like something she was curious about at the very least enough so to ask her parents about it after a few weeks of watching videos and such about it sometime before she turned fourteen years old.

Her parents at first would raise an eyebrow at her wishing to see it in action, but hoping she might find some kind of way to better help her work out ‘that youthful energy’ they all the same took her to see the nearest blacksmith they could try to find. From there, the story wrote itself. The feeling of a hammer in her hands, heating the metal just right, learning how to get a feel for the forge, it spoke to something inside of her that she hadn’t realized yet. She had found, of all things, a hobby just for herself that she had an actual passion for for once in her life. She didn’t compare to the youngest of geniuses in the world, though her parents would work to get her on some kind of medical track in college, and yet her hobby was something she could pour more energy into outside of other physical activities like exercise and swimming or even running for her local high school track team as she’d do after some negotiations. Even so, her physician (a kindly sort who cared for her) would see a new and worrying rise in stress despite this new hobby and would eventually push for her to get therapy as she was sent on a collision course right into medical school. In turn, the subsequent therapist would second just how badly she was beginning to do under the mountain of things placed upon her, such that it brought her own proud but beforehand somewhat blinded parents to a grinding halt of sorts by the reality.

They still wanted her to take a medical track, but at the same time they wanted her alive all the same. Some of the pressure laid upon her backed off, she chose a route of pharmacology rather than surgery, and in turn her therapist likewise sought to help her learn to manage such pressures in the future due to how common mental health struggles had become in the modern medical workplace. And so, much like a cracking and worn piece of metal, Eliza and her family worked to help reforge her stronger and better moving forward. Not something that would come overnight, no, but something that would have to come more long term. One day, one thing, one hurdle at a time.

By the time she turned 27 years old, Eliza was now both a realized and working pharmacologist and was likewise one of the youngest to have become one and begun practicing as one. To her parents it was the financial stability they had wished for her to have. To her, it was a compromise that she still held enough interest in to pursue as a career. Still, her hobbies remained things that both helped her vent and helped her likewise express herself. She stood apart from the ‘average joe’ in ways that kept her distant from many, and yet she still worked hard to get to know others where she was and would ultimately try to connect with them as best as she could. She picked up how to 'be' sociable, yet another skill to add to her belt, in the general sense. It was also in this vein that nothing would seem tostop her eventually finding and connecting with her future best friend about four years ago, however, in the form of a Chinese-American girl named Mei who by this point in time runs a successful asian-mexican fusion food truck in the same city Eliza was working in (set up often near where Eliza worked when they first met, eventually the two ran into each other and hit it off as friends from there).</sub>

Goals/Plans:

<sub>-Help the locals keep a good settlement running at first if she can (Note: At least until the Yayoi people migrate to Japan and change things up, she doesn’t know they will be arriving eventually though.)

-Roll with the changes in the long-haul (Note: She’ll try to integrate with the Yayoi people when they migrate over to Japan and drive some of the Jomon people out while intermarrying with others, basically being there for the formation of the base of what became “Japanese” culture originally.)

-Try to help shape the future for the better (Note: One person can’t totally change the fate of everything so mightily, at least not without taking up a strong leadership or other role perhaps over a long enough period of time/involvement with the powers that be, but she will certainly try to shape ideas like blacksmithing and medicine and maybe introduce ideas like ‘treating others like you want to be treated’ and such where she can, maybe try to introduce an idea or two in cooking from back home from American cooking and/or learn the local flavors to boot, and will very readily pitch in a hand and learn from the locals and work alongside them if need be to get in with the locals or build good relations with them without looking down on such. As her father once said: “You gotta’ work if you wanna’ eat, and sometimes eating with people you worked with can help you get to know them better!”)

-See if she runs across any other “Authors” (Note: Not the term she’d know to use, that’s just the OOC bit, but she’d be curious if any other ‘immortals’ exist like her in the world. If so, can she find them….or are they even out there in the first place? If so, would they be amicable to talk with her? Etc? She hasn’t a clue.)

-Learn cool new skills and such to pass the time (Note: Bowmaking? Hunting in primitive times and onwards? Creating muskets/rifles when the concepts eventually make it to Japan in over two thousand more years plus? Collecting a collection of more time-lasting jewelry and well-cared-for items for the long-term where she can viably do so? Oh yes, yes, and yes! Being immortal has changed her from being a normal human, or at least put more distance between her and them in a sense, but even so while she lives alongside them she wants to keep a history of things atop her own recollection of them personally. Gotta have things to do, ways to stay sane when you outlive everyone and everything you came to understand, etc, in the long term…something she will be coming to the conclusion of eventually, and this is the sort of direction she’ll end up going with it in a sense.

Who knows, maybe she’ll see enough things go the same way that she finds herself in the equivalent of 2026 USA of this new timeline for giggles and sees what that other her’s life is like. She has no idea what the long-term will bring.)</sub>

Why You Picked Your Location:

_{I decided on instead I simply threw her somewhere in the far east to see what happens! I thought it was an interesting if not slightly random choice.}

Character Motivations:

• Learning Interesting New Skills To Improve Herself Further (aka: Personal Improvement/Growth)
• Staying Alive/Surviving
• Finding Purpose
• Genuinely Making Things Better For Others

Playing Yourself or Custom Char:

_{Custom Character}

New Dawn of Civilizations(Always Open)

So, how are people's character sheets coming along?

@Theyra

@Theyra Should be done now! Finally. Fingers crossed, but naturally I will fix anything I need to of course.

Eliza

Name:

_{Eliza Marie Lee}

Gender:

_Female

Age:

₂₇

Appearance:

_{Eliza was born with fiery red hair as vibrant as it could seemingly naturally be, for what it was worth, with a personality in her youth that seemed just as vibrant. Her fair-skinned body, however, has never been much for the sun when the burning light of the sun comes into play. Even so, her piercing green eyes are something of note when looking at her generally soft and narrow-shaped face, standing out like ‘emeralds’ according to her mother many years ago. Yet while her body bears a natural hourglass-type shape and full chest, something that would seem to be an enviable thing to others, she never paid as much mind to it outside of having to find the right bras to wear. One can tell, however, that from her arms and legs that she had done a fair amount to build up muscle from exercise and other physical activities. Not the sort of muscle one might see on a bodybuilder, where size seems to be most obvious to the common person’s eyes, but the well-rounded sort of muscle that would be found on a very physically active person. This is especially notable with regards to her arms in particular, on the left upper arm of which she bears a somewhat long but not too wide scar of sorts gained during the process of practicing blacksmithing over the years.}

Personality:

_{A diligent hard-worker who learned to apply herself to things the 'practical way' (as she'd say it) from a young age, being especially driven when it comes to her own personal goals in life. A person who feels the very much regular human drive to and is able to generally seek to socialize with others and 'be included' or 'belong' to enough of an extent, and in part wishes to help others, and yet has stood apart from the 'average person' in her own nation and day and age in a number of ways that left her feeling distant otherwise. Someone who enjoys the process of learning new things that can benefit her own personal development, and yet at the same time whose sense of self-preservation can be....quite strong under the right circumstances. She is most often an 'action oriented' type person who won't hesitate to do something herself with her own two hands, under certain circumstances even preferring to do things herself, and yet who is likewise a sociable and relaxed type in other ways who isn't afraid to crack a smile even while hard at work or make a joke here and there. She does enjoy socializing with others to a good enough extent indeed, though she doesn't fully consider it a 'nessecity' all of the time due to being to some extent a proper introvert.}

Nationality:

_{United States}

Education:

_{Doctor of Phamacy (PharmD)}

Former Occupation:

_{Pharmacologist}

Skills:

• Pharmacology - While things such as problem solving and critical thinking and socializing and organizing one’s self and such things are components of her (now former) job, she basically researches, develops, and tests new drugs for potential use in the most basic sense. Finding out side effects and such, etc, also falls within this realm of skill for her.
• Blacksmithing - Is a skilled blacksmith not through talent, but frankly through her passion and work put into it. Has dug a good bit into the history of it and such as well, looked at stuff like how they made Wootz steel in India or such and sought to recreate it along the way, and other tidbits like that which she’s gleaned or picked up or curiously sought out over the years by chance while practicing this intensively as a hobby.
• Hunting/Woodland Knowledge - Albeit with modern guns or a compound bow, but she hunted with her father a good few times over the years when she was younger. Last went hunting with him about a year ago as of most recently. He’s also rather often tried to in the process point out how to be safe in the woods, things to avoid, etc, that come part and parcel with it. Not that this latter knowledge helps in any particular way when you are teleported to 2700 BC Japan and were living in the United States of America in 2026 beforehand. Good news is, she can gut a deer properly and wields a knife rather well at least!
• Cooking - She can cook in general, learning from both her mother (who tried to teach her something), and from Mei’ who taught her a few things to cook while they hung out with each other sometimes and shared a bit of knowledge with each other over the years.
• Modern Education (21st Century) - Has recieved an accelerated but full modern education in the public school system of her home nation/state, giving her some breadth of knowledge with school subjects such as English, Math, History (mostly US history), and Science (chemistry and biology) along the way. This includes classes she took in college, including both ones tied to her primary degree and additional basic-level elective credit classes including: Public Speaking, Sociology, Music Appreciation, and learning to speak Spanish.

What You Were Doing Last Before Falling Asleep:

_{Was hanging out with her best friend Mei at the latter’s place, had a couple of beers, cooked some food, talked about the week and Mei's boyfriend and rambled about Damascus steel, binged some new show on Netflix, and then crashed on the couches and fell asleep promptly thereafter.}

Where Did You Wake Up At:

_{Roughly near the settlement of “Nenbutsurin” on this linked map of Jomon-period settlements in ancient Japan: https://i.imgur.com/gh3KVhU.jpeg}

Background:

<sub>Eliza is someone who from a young age was seemingly blessed with a sound and conventionally beautiful form for the modern age, down in the depths of the good ol’ USA, with her father even nicknaming her ‘my little star’ simply for the way her little eyes seemed to twinkle when she was happy. Her mother, a feisty sort who had worked as a female firefighter prior to marrying and ‘learning that my own mother had the best, and hardest, job in the whole world’ in the woman’s own words, would take the last and youngest of her three children and would still try to ‘whip her into shape’ in the metaphorical sense all the same. With two older brothers, it seemed that Eliza would be fated to be the sole daughter of the family, though in practice she often hung out with her brothers and even some of their friends and learned to go hunting in the woods from her father after much (aka: she barely had to ask to get him on board) effort to convince him to do so. Yet as much as the young girl enjoyed working with her hands on something or another, whether it was food alongside her mother or goofing off in the nearby woods to their local subdivision with her brothers, something also became quite notable to those about her. It became more and more apparent that she bore something of an…incredibly good memory, one that would easily qualify as ‘photographic’ by its very nature. Indeed her ability to recall information and things she had seen and experienced in rather excruciating detail were something that made her stand out even more so in her youth, even in class, and which led her teachers to begin to excitedly push her proud parents to ‘get this potential genius on a good path’!

…But what began as trying to make her parents and teachers proud would begin to become something of a burden to the girl. She went bit by bit from being ‘Eliza’ to ‘the prodigy kid we compared to Nikola Tesla’, and things began to go from being ‘fun to learn and exciting’ to more and more so ‘is this what I want’ and ‘what do I do if I fail everyone’s expectations of me’ alike. By the time she got to college at the age of thirteen, she felt she was falling behind even having a social life and began to dig in her heels as new surging teenage hormones and the rapidly mounting stress in her life from a more rapid education path began to grind back against her. She needed more. She needed an outlet. Something. Something to do with her hands that let her take the crap inside of her head and let it out. Thus it was in this time period that, late one night browsing the internet, she found a video on…blacksmithing? It seemed like just hammering metal to her mother, but it felt like something she was curious about at the very least enough so to ask her parents about it after a few weeks of watching videos and such about it sometime before she turned fourteen years old.

Her parents at first would raise an eyebrow at her wishing to see it in action, but hoping she might find some kind of way to better help her work out ‘that youthful energy’ they all the same took her to see the nearest blacksmith they could try to find. From there, the story wrote itself. The feeling of a hammer in her hands, heating the metal just right, learning how to get a feel for the forge, it spoke to something inside of her that she hadn’t realized yet. She had found, of all things, a hobby just for herself that she had an actual passion for for once in her life. She didn’t compare to the youngest of geniuses in the world, though her parents would work to get her on some kind of medical track in college, and yet her hobby was something she could pour more energy into outside of other physical activities like exercise and swimming or even running for her local high school track team as she’d do after some negotiations. Even so, her physician (a kindly sort who cared for her) would see a new and worrying rise in stress despite this new hobby and would eventually push for her to get therapy as she was sent on a collision course right into medical school. In turn, the subsequent therapist would second just how badly she was beginning to do under the mountain of things placed upon her, such that it brought her own proud but beforehand somewhat blinded parents to a grinding halt of sorts by the reality.

They still wanted her to take a medical track, but at the same time they wanted her alive all the same. Some of the pressure laid upon her backed off, she chose a route of pharmacology rather than surgery, and in turn her therapist likewise sought to help her learn to manage such pressures in the future due to how common mental health struggles had become in the modern medical workplace. And so, much like a cracking and worn piece of metal, Eliza and her family worked to help reforge her stronger and better moving forward. Not something that would come overnight, no, but something that would have to come more long term. One day, one thing, one hurdle at a time.

By the time she turned 27 years old, Eliza was now both a realized and working pharmacologist and was likewise one of the youngest to have become one and begun practicing as one. To her parents it was the financial stability they had wished for her to have. To her, it was a compromise that she still held enough interest in to pursue as a career. Still, her hobbies remained things that both helped her vent and helped her likewise express herself. She stood apart from the ‘average joe’ in ways that kept her distant from many, and yet she still worked hard to get to know others where she was and would ultimately try to connect with them as best as she could. She picked up how to 'be' sociable, yet another skill to add to her belt, in the general sense. It was also in this vein that nothing would seem tostop her eventually finding and connecting with her future best friend about four years ago, however, in the form of a Chinese-American girl named Mei who by this point in time runs a successful asian-mexican fusion food truck in the same city Eliza was working in (set up often near where Eliza worked when they first met, eventually the two ran into each other and hit it off as friends from there).</sub>

Goals/Plans:

<sub>-Help the locals keep a good settlement running at first if she can (Note: At least until the Yayoi people migrate to Japan and change things up, she doesn’t know they will be arriving eventually though.)

-Roll with the changes in the long-haul (Note: She’ll try to integrate with the Yayoi people when they migrate over to Japan and drive some of the Jomon people out while intermarrying with others, basically being there for the formation of the base of what became “Japanese” culture originally.)

-Try to help shape the future for the better (Note: One person can’t totally change the fate of everything so mightily, at least not without taking up a strong leadership or other role perhaps over a long enough period of time/involvement with the powers that be, but she will certainly try to shape ideas like blacksmithing and medicine and maybe introduce ideas like ‘treating others like you want to be treated’ and such where she can, maybe try to introduce an idea or two in cooking from back home from American cooking and/or learn the local flavors to boot, and will very readily pitch in a hand and learn from the locals and work alongside them if need be to get in with the locals or build good relations with them without looking down on such. As her father once said: “You gotta’ work if you wanna’ eat, and sometimes eating with people you worked with can help you get to know them better!”)

-See if she runs across any other “Authors” (Note: Not the term she’d know to use, that’s just the OOC bit, but she’d be curious if any other ‘immortals’ exist like her in the world. If so, can she find them….or are they even out there in the first place? If so, would they be amicable to talk with her? Etc? She hasn’t a clue.)

-Learn cool new skills and such to pass the time (Note: Bowmaking? Hunting in primitive times and onwards? Creating muskets/rifles when the concepts eventually make it to Japan in over two thousand more years plus? Collecting a collection of more time-lasting jewelry and well-cared-for items for the long-term where she can viably do so? Oh yes, yes, and yes! Being immortal has changed her from being a normal human, or at least put more distance between her and them in a sense, but even so while she lives alongside them she wants to keep a history of things atop her own recollection of them personally. Gotta have things to do, ways to stay sane when you outlive everyone and everything you came to understand, etc, in the long term…something she will be coming to the conclusion of eventually, and this is the sort of direction she’ll end up going with it in a sense.

Who knows, maybe she’ll see enough things go the same way that she finds herself in the equivalent of 2026 USA of this new timeline for giggles and sees what that other her’s life is like. She has no idea what the long-term will bring.)</sub>

Why You Picked Your Location:

_{I decided on instead I simply threw her somewhere in the far east to see what happens! I thought it was an interesting if not slightly random choice.}

Character Motivations:

• Learning Interesting New Skills To Improve Herself Further (aka: Personal Improvement/Growth)
• Staying Alive/Surviving
• Finding Purpose
• Genuinely Making Things Better For Others

Playing Yourself or Custom Char:

_{Custom Character}

New Dawn of Civilizations

I can definitely write bigger single posts, but if someone needs to do a few smaller posts I'm not against anyone doing that. (Whatever works!)

And yeah, writing for up to five years IC and then ten year skips between turns sounds good to me.

New Dawn of Civilizations

@Theyra Since Dpmoc has eyes on Mesopotamia, I am thinking to land in Ancient Crete....with the Minoans!

New Dawn of Civilizations

I will curiously submit my interest now. Yes. :O