i. [camping] i'm full of ink and i'll be glad / to spill the guts you never had
[Beau isn't super talkative during the earlier trip; she knows most of the people here, but it's just not her way to chatter through it all. Settling in for the night is a different story, and she pokes at the fire before breaking the silence.]
So, is this the point where we ask personal questions? Do some real bonding experiences before someone gets stabbed?
[It's only 20% of a joke. The rest is paranoia. Good thing people don't stay dead here.]
ii. [ruins/orb] you live your life inside a lens / a photographic skeleton
[She knows there has to be something else on these goddamn islands. The route they had taken here had these weird things on top of poles that they seemed to be following, weirdly inert of noise but absolutely tracking. It makes her nervous to even step around, but also inspires her to push forward-- don't let the enemy take you unawares, or something like that. Really, she just wants to find something. This has been too much of a bust so far.
At least, it seems that way now as they dig into ruined books and Beau rolls her eyes as she nudges one out of the way with her foot.]
I swear, libraries are following me now. It's like they know.
beau | ota | ill match format, threadjacks fine!
[Beau isn't super talkative during the earlier trip; she knows most of the people here, but it's just not her way to chatter through it all. Settling in for the night is a different story, and she pokes at the fire before breaking the silence.]
So, is this the point where we ask personal questions? Do some real bonding experiences before someone gets stabbed?
[It's only 20% of a joke. The rest is paranoia. Good thing people don't stay dead here.]
ii. [ruins/orb] you live your life inside a lens / a photographic skeleton
[She knows there has to be something else on these goddamn islands. The route they had taken here had these weird things on top of poles that they seemed to be following, weirdly inert of noise but absolutely tracking. It makes her nervous to even step around, but also inspires her to push forward-- don't let the enemy take you unawares, or something like that. Really, she just wants to find something. This has been too much of a bust so far.
At least, it seems that way now as they dig into ruined books and Beau rolls her eyes as she nudges one out of the way with her foot.]
I swear, libraries are following me now. It's like they know.