I need something, anything, to eat. Where is my breakfast?!
((is it intentional that he knows almost nothing about surviving or can i roast you for it))
((He’s a fucking merchant’s son. He usually starts his mornings with a 1st class meal))
“What? your breakfast?
we just woke up, when did you have a chance to make yourself breakfast?”
I’m saying, make my damn breakfast! He was very loud, staring at you with tired eyes
Excuse me, im not your chef. Now we could probably set up a roster for who makes breakfast each morning, but for now we can each get our own breakfast
His eyes remain fixed on you “If we were back on the mainland, you would be executed for talking back to a superior”
marcus drops the positive/reassuring, almost jovial tone he’s had for most of the crash. he is completely deadpan for the first time anyone has seen, including before the crash
Listen. Im sure this is tough on you. but its tough on all of us. I myself try to see the better part of things most of the time but that doesnt change that this is a horrible thing that has happened to us. I want to make our situation better for ourselves, and i hope you, crawford, and magnus, wherever he may be ((rip)), also share this goal, but its not something we can skimp out on. all. of. us. must. work. yourself included. this isnt a vacation, this is a crash. We all will have to make sacrifices, and its going to get worse before it gets better. If you’re unable to suck it up enough to even make your own food, and are going to whine about things even this trivial, then theres no way you’ll be able to help us down the line. so if you cant do this, then you can leave. go, build your own damn shelter, find your own damn water, and make your own fucking meals!
after a moment, if jackson is silent, his face and tone softens up a bit
look. I realize you may not be used to this, so if you dont know how to do something, you’re free to ask, thats a whole other story and im fine with that. but no more whining about things as trivial as making your own breakfast, capeesh?
Fine. Where can I find anything to eat? Jackson was already silently plotting how to get back at Marcus for even daring to harm him. An idiot was something he was not
a little bit later, marcus uses some excess wood and rope (goes and collects it if necessary) and starts constructing a chair.
he also grabs his share of food and munches while he’s working
when he finishes he tests it out to see if it is comfy, and looks to see if his raven friend (name pending) is there @Ami
*Its rather comfy. The raven is still perched out there. It once again caws four times, then thrice.
marcus picks up the chair, and heads into the forest, looking at the raven
he looks at jackson first “i should be back soon. ask crawford if you have any more questions”
“Actually Jackson (@JakeTheWolfie) would u want to learn to hunt?”
Crawford examines the food pile realizing we dont have have enough to survive for more than a few more days. Grabs one of the rifles enough gun powder for a couple shots and five bullets and starts to head towards the inland, but turns back and wait to see if Jackon follows…