Event Log | Days 18-20

[doomcame]

WHO: K, Squalo, Taissa, Chloe & Cat
WHAT: Cabin fever, but inside a jail. The above get stuck after seeking shelter from the storm.
WHEN: Days 18-20
WHERE: VII.C.25 AKA Martin's Jail™
WARNINGS: None yet, please add them to toplevels and I'll update this as necessary.
NOTES: Make your own toplevels within and tag around for shenanigans and bad times.

Comments

[sharktrash]

Okay, that is actually genuinely funny, and Squalo barks a laugh because nerd base is the perfect name for it. (He does not consider himself part of the nerds.)

"Maybe if we sing fuckin' kumbaya enough times they'll finally deign to provide some damn instructions," he says, still grinning. His posture eases up a little, too. Good job, Chloe, you've just won yourself some points despite everything.

He looks her over critically before relenting. "Fair enough," he finally grumbles, "but that doesn't mean he's the only one out here. Could be a bunch of 'em all over this damn jungle and we wouldn't know any better until we get a bloody arrow between the eyes. It's their home turf and we haven't done our fucking homework."

[desperate_times_right]

Squalo might not be a nerd himself (jury’s still out) but his little girlfriend is so he’d better not laugh too hard.

“Christ, I’d almost rather they just tell us to Battle Royale it than leave us sitting around like this. At least then we’d know where we stand.”

Being hunted for sport sounds pretty shit and that's still on the table.

“Kind of figured none of you knew shit after listening to the radio a bit.”

[sharktrash]

(She's not his girlfriend!! He just admires and respects her and wants to fight her to the death!)

"I know, right? We can only hope they won't be able to stand it for too long once it starts--"

The rest just gets a bit of a derisive snort. They've been here what, two weeks?

"Yeah, no shit."

[desperate_times_right]

(After his own assertion about Taissa this might not be an argument that holds water, sorry dude)

“Military lady admonishing everyone for using names but then that guy hogging the channel to talk about fursonas or whatever. And I thought I was spying on dumb ass radio chatter back in Malaysia, shit.”

Chloe’s pretty sure she could kill most of these clowns if it comes down to it.

[sharktrash]

(Damn it, foiled again.)

"...furwhat?" He likes to think himself quite in tune with the current affairs of the world, and he's probably aware of furries as a concept to an extent, but internet slang may be a little beyond him.

[desperate_times_right]

“I don't know, internet shit. Ask Heart or whoever.” They hadn't exactly presented it accurately in that conversation, either.

[sharktrash]

Maybe he will, though it's not exactly a matter of pressing importance.

"Either way: dumb shit. Gotcha."

[desperate_times_right]

“Yeah, first thing I heard on there after waking up on the beach. I didn't pay attention to it after that until I heard Taissa.”

And she's glad for that now for a host of reasons. What would have happened to her if she’d been in that camp by herself?

[sharktrash]

"Yeah? How cute," he says, grinning. "So you decided her life was too easy from just her voice or what?"

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Fuck you, man.”

It's not like she’d planned for all of this to happen.

[sharktrash]

"I thought you were not doing that."

Walked right into this one, Chloe.

At least he seems slightly calmer now, so if she wants to slip away into the bushes for some relative privacy she could probably do so.

[desperate_times_right]

“I think you're doing it enough for all of us.”

And yes, now that she's mostly certain he isn't going to stab her in the back, Chloe is taking the opportunity to walk away.

[sharktrash]

"If only."

He does let her go with that quip -- at least for a while; if he thinks she's taking too long he might decide to try to follow her -- only to get nearly brained by a stray tire, after which he will decide to stay the fuck under the roof instead.