[OPEN] RV Park Party

[eirs]

WHO: Any and all OUTSIDER personnel that wants in and their respective campervan companions. Or maybe you wandered out away from your group and found this commune.
WHAT: The gang parking together at night to swap information about the things they've found in their investigations, night watches around a fire, ghost stories......? General tomfoolery in the desert where there's no one else for miles. Cooking their hunts in successes and mishaps?
WHERE: The Mojave Desert
WHEN: Mid to Late May
WARNINGS: Will be updated or tagged in the thread as needed!

Comments

[wheft]

Isn't it? I don't remember seeing them this bright.

[ hey, marcille. remember their one condition from last time? well she's here now, sitting right next to her. ]

...Could you do my hair?

[picky]

[ SITS UP QUICKLY ]

Yes!

[ Immediately kneeling and patting the blanket in front of her. Come here bestie!!! ]

[wheft]

[ GIRL CALM DOWN

she's uh. going to sit in front of marcille now....... ]

So... What do you have in mind?

[ just some casual small talk first ]

[picky]

[ Marcille sits up all proud and sends a photo over to Ishmael's oculars. (thanks bwair) ]

What do you think about this?

[wheft]

[ me shaking hands with myself ]

That's so pretty... Sure, why not.

[ she's going to sit still and behave, anticipation simmering in her gut. ]

[picky]

Good! Give me one second.

[ She reaches for her nearby napsack and draws out a hairbrush, a comb, hair ties, and a box of bobby pins from a clean vinyl bag. ]

It must get super hot under all of this hair. Do you want me to braid it for you later when we close up camp? I'll pin it up so you won't have to wash it as much and it'll say out of your face.

[ She's not connecting the dots just yet... but she will. ]

[wheft]

Tell me about it. I didn't think we'd set out into the desert this soon...

[ she's DYING. luckily the power of AC and a certain cryo vision's been keeping her alive. she'll live. ]

I might take you up on that offer. Lately I've been sleeping with pigtails on because it's been that humid...

[ she would know, because im going thru it rn rip. anyway, marcille doesn't seem to realize what ishmael is here for, so she's going to drop a little hint. ]

Marcille. Remember what we talked about last time?

[picky]

[ 😭 gives you a hot boyfriend with a cryo vision ]

Hm?

[ Marcille was just happy to play with Ishmael's hair. She's already gathered up a handful and was just about to split it into parts before the realization hits her.

Oh. OH!!!!

She drops her tools and quickly, desperately scampers in front of Ishmael. It doesn't matter if she's kneeling in sand. She only cares about taking Ishmael's hands and giving her the biggest pleading_face. ]

You... You did it?

[wheft]

[ UGH IF ONLY CRYO FRENCHMEN WERE REAL

but marcille's sudden reaction startles her, and... tbh she still hasn't wrapped her head around it even now. she was dizzy the entire time, too - maybe that's what they meant by being on cloud nine?

anyway, she relents at marcille's pien face and nods. ]

Just a while ago, when we first set out into this desert. He feels the same way, like I said he would.

[picky]

[ Marcille gasps and it lifts her whole body. Then she lets go of Ishmael's hands and throws her arms around her in a huge hug. ]

Ishmael!

[ She sways them a little!! ]

Oooh, I'm so happy for you both! I knew he liked you! He told me weeks ago!

[ Another small squeeze! ]

It finally happened!

[wheft]

[ her brain shortcircuits at the hug, but manages to upstart itself again the more marcille spoke. ]

...Wait.

[ she pushes marcille off of her, holding her by the shoulders. ]

You already knew??

[picky]

[ Marcille lets herself be pushed back, smiles sheepishly, and presses a finger to her chin. She's too elated. ]

Remember when I suddenly messaged you and asked how you were feeling? It was around two or three weeks ago.

[wheft]

And you just... watched me go through so much emotional turmoil for weeks?

[ HELP ]

[picky]

[ Marcille furrows her brow, letting her face fall and dropping her hands. ]

Huh? This was after you got sick! You already told me that you knew he liked you. That's when you said you had some things to take care of first before anything could happen. Remember?

[wheft]

I...

[ look. listen. everything happened so much these past couple of weeks, okay. and ishmael is all too aware of that as her shoulders deflate. ]

Yeah, yeah. But... you know how cagey he usually is. Which is why his words that night meant a lot to me. [ hehe, she's so happy... ] I think you would've given us horrible grades for it, though. We weren't exactly being romantic.

[picky]

[ Marcille is back to beaming like a lighthouse. She takes Ish's hands again. ]

It still worked out for you both in the end! That's romantic on its own, isn't it? Besides, I don't really think either of you are the type to gush at each other.

[ She felt how stiff Ishmael was during that hug. She can only hope it's better with Wriothesley. ]

You both get full marks for that. What exactly did he say? I want all the details!

[wheft]

[ she was just surprised, is all! she likes hugs far more than she can admit... u_u

but also, give her a moment to think more on this. wriothesley's words means a lot to her that she'd rather keep that very close to her chest forever, but since marcille had more or less helped them get together: ]

I can't give you all the details; he's always been a very private guy. But what I can say is that... he wants to chart a course together.

[ now THAT'S romantic for a seadog like her. she's glowing a little just thinking about it, ngl. ]

[picky]

[ Marcille is very huggy... She'll help Ish get used to it 🥺

Marcille's eyes go wide and glassy. Ishmael said she lost her friends at sea before, so for him to say something like that to her must have hit home. ]

That's so sweet! [ She brings Ishmael's hands together in front of her and squeezes them. ] You said yes, right? Of course you said yes! Did you bring this up first like you said you would?

[wheft]

[ 🥺🥺🥺

also wtf, she's holding ishmael's hands too like a prayer. this is insane. why couldn't we have the yuri like we always wanted - ]

I-I... I told him that he's been driving me insane? Which is not wrong, as you already know.

[ started from the bottom (of the puke bucket) now they're here... ]

And... yeah. That was it. We kissed and all that. Please don't make me elaborate more than this, it's embarrassing enough as it is...

[picky]

[ the polycule that could have been is going to haunt me forever

Anyway, Marcille is bursting with joy... She gives a little squeal when she hears what Ishmael said and shakes her hands a little in her delight. ]

You two are so cute!

[ She sighs dreamily! But she finally drops their hands between them and searches between Ishmael's eyes. Be sincere, please. ]

Okay, I won't ask for anything else. But you're happy, right Ishmael?

[wheft]

[ pours one out 🥹

what is she staring so intently, though. it's so unnerving. ishmael's honest most of the time so marcille doesn't need to pry this out of her, but...

she has been smiling a lot more lately. that much is certain. she tries not to think about it, but it's hard to ignore the fact that he brightens the room every time he appears. so she nods. ]

...Yeah, I am.

[ ugh, this is getting too sappy. she's going to grab locks of her own hair and dump them right onto marcille's lap. ]

Now come on, hold up your end of your bargain already.

[picky]

[ Marcille practically glows, and she manages a tight squeeze of Ish's hands before they're snatched away. Then she suddenly has a lapful of long, orange hair, although she can't help giving a little laugh. ]

Alright, I will, I will!

[ She slides Ish's hair off of her lap, stands, dusts the sand off of her knees, and takes her place behind Ish again. While she gathers the hair from Ishmael's shoulders again: ]

I'll make sure you look amazing, as promised!