#newworldadventure

Once upon a time, in the early 17th century, in a small English village, there lived a group of individuals who held a dream close to their hearts—the dream of religious freedom. These were the Pilgrims, a determined and steadfast community, whose story would come to be synonymous with courage, resilience, and the pursuit of a new beginning. A Dream Takes Root In the autumn of 1620, the…

I'm closely affiliated with DWRP (as a person, not as a Nakoma blog); I play their Jane Porter, and I first began playing Nakoma way back when as a secondary blog for the group.  Obviously Nakoma's left the group since then (mostly because nobody was really talking to her because/and she was a sideblog), but I still play Jane at DWRP.

Anyways, we've just had a rule change over at DWRP that should eliminate confusion in the future, but like most changes, it makes for some confusion in the immediate aftermath.  So, here's what the deal over at DWRP is now:

You can roleplay with characters outside of the group IF they a) are not in your movie and b) are not already represented in the group at all.

BUT you can't RP with people outside of the group if they are in YOUR movie.  Since presumably your most in-depth plots tend to HAPPEN with people in your own movie, this is supposed to decrease the instances of people RPing with indie character (X) from their own movie, only to find that someone has joined the group as that character (Y) and now X must be replaced by Y in the movieverse.

"But Cammy," you're saying, "I know you're in DWRP as Jane, but what does this have to do with your indie Nakoma?"

Well, as you may have noticed, a lot of my plots so far have been with Thomas, but the rule change means he can't RP with any Nakoma except for one that is in the group.  Right now, DWRP has no Nakoma, and I could, hypothetically, change that by re-auditioning as her.  But if I rejoined the group as Nakoma, I couldn't RP with Zoe or Kadee; although for example my threads with Kelsey (bc we have no Adam) and Kida (bc she's not IN Pocahontas) would be able to continue.  But the fact that the bulk of my RP right now is with Thomas - among other things - is part of what gives me pause about staying independent.

"I cannot believe I'm doing this," muttered Nakoma for the third time, because it was true.   In the end her siblings had been less mischievous than usual, as if they knew that she had planned to slip away in the afternoon.  After a busy morning she was left at peace, empty-handed and roiling on the inside as if her stomach was full of the waves that crashed on the shores of the Chesepiooc.

After all, she didn't need to learn anything from Thomas.  What was the settlers' writing, compared to the stories Kekata told to hushed audiences of children and adults both?  Writing was a different kind of drawing, but their stories weren't just made of pictures, but also songs and dances, men dressed in the skin of eagles or bears, the smell of smoke and fat as everybody sat close in the wigwam.  Even the thought of the deer head that made A at the beginning of antlers couldn't start to compare to Nakoma's memories.  She didn't need Thomas's writing.  She didn't even need to meet him again.  All Nakoma had to do was stay in the village.  If he trusted her more than she trusted him...he would wait, and wait, and then give up.  And since she wasn't there to make new plans, that would be the end of it.  All Nakoma had to do was what she had always done: what she was supposed to.  What she trusted.  With her people.

The sun had been at its peak for a while now, but here she was, putting one foot in front of the other in the direction of the blackberry brambles. Nakoma moved silently, carefully, because she worried that somebody had seen her leave.  More importantly, she was worried that she would come across the only other person who had preferred the company of a white man to that of her village - Pocahontas.  How would Nakoma explain herself?  She slipped noiselessly between the trees; her careful steps would make her late, but that only pleased Nakoma.  She might be on her way, but if she showed up before Thomas she would seem more trusting than he was.  And if he thought she wasn't coming and left before she got there, maybe that was for the best.  Nakoma sighed.  She knew it was for the best.

If Nakoma had a weakness, it was blackberries.  Her legs were stiff from standing still - except for when she moved from one side of the thorny bush to the other - and her fingertips were sore because, no matter how skilled you had become at picking the berries, you still got pricked a few times.  Her stomach rumbled too, but that wasn't so bad, because despite her troubles Nakoma knew the blackberries would be worth it.  They were fat and ripe, glossy, as big as the top joint of her thumb, and she and her mother would make them into pies with venison...or blackberry jelly to spread on corn bread...or fresh blackberries, without anything else.  That would be good enough for her.

She resisted the urge to pop a berry into her mouth right then and there.  The sooner she returned to the village with a full basket, the sooner Nakoma could show her mother her gleanings.  Cheerfully she shook one last handful of fruit into the basket balanced on one hip, turned to head back to Werowocomoco - and stopped in her tracks.  

But now I have so few blogs floating around that I almost don't know what to do with my time anymore!  And I'm beginning to really miss Nakoma.  I might even ask DWRP to let her back in, but the important thing I have to do first is make her a main blog.  I think that's part of why hardly anybody used to talk to her: she couldn't follow back or send asks w/o them coming from sketchbookpinchedbyababoon.

Free trade was a good thing: it stimulated the economy, it made great connections between countries, and it was a good way to get interesting things from all around the world. So when this new country called America wanted to form a trading relationship, Luxembourg was more than happy to accept. 

They were sending a company, the Virginia Company, to be their ambassadors, and the Duke and his men were there to greet them. They were a little late, but that was normal. So, he and his men sat at the docks; some men were playing card games, others talking, and the Duke had fallen asleep inside of the carriage. He was on his back, legs bent at the door, and he snored loudly. Only a knock stirred him from his sleep, but it also caused him to roll off the seat, and flopped onto the floor.

"What?" the Duke called, startled, and he pushed himself up from the floor.

"Your grace," a man called, "they're here."

The Duke quickly moved, only once hitting his knee of the seat, yelped in pain, and practically jumped out of the carriage. Once outside, he calmed himself, trying to look regal, and he smoothed out his front to look presentable. Once done, he put his hat upon his head, and approached the docks.

Lo and behold, there was the ship. It stood tall, and it didn't look much different from the ships he had seen. He knew it belonged to the Virginia Company because it was written along the side in bold paint-strokes. English--so there would be no language barrier. Perfect. The Duke looked up, and cleared his throat.