[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

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Isn't that only fair? We've already established that my bud's operating on another level. If we were to introduce him to the competition, he'd smoke everyone out of the water. I still have yet to get his approval for my last star, after all.

[ A casual wink to go along with the utterly shameless statement. ]

But that'll be another truth, pal. [ one that he's not getting out of him tonight, at least…… ] If I'm too generous, I'll run out of intrigue! Now, how about you? Will it be a truth or dare?

[lovebombing]

Haha. Well, that sounds like a friend with high standards! I wish you the best of luck. Sounds like a real fun challenge.

[But fair is fair, so he'll be happy to drop it for now. A wide grin.]

Let's do a dare.

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Send a nice message to the most attractive person you know. Also in the spirit of fairness, we can rule me out.

[ A truth, one way or another. Elysium returns the same grin. ]

[lovebombing]

That I know, huh....and a shame! I would've sent one to you!

[Now....let's see. HIM SWEATING IN NOT ACTUALLY MEETING MUCH PEOPLE IN PERSON. Ah, he knows.]

[Okay, he got it. Time to send a screenshot to Elysium.]

help 1/3

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[ He pulls up his ocular and will peer at the screenshot (read: her profile picture) appraisingly… Sorry Makima… His thoughts go something like this: damn, she looks like someone who's capable of utterly destroying men.

Does this mean he agrees?

Yeah, unfortunately. Something about redheads, huh? (Sorry Gebura.) ]

You've yet to disappoint, haven't you? [ This… and that…

Also this is about to get worse, no one look. Do not past go. ]

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[ While he has his ocular open, Sampo will mysteriously receive another ping. ]

But I'd like to think we're close enough not to need an excuse for these things, no?

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[ With that said: ]

There's the follow-up I believe I owe you, and I much prefer to act in-person. I'll tell you something nice then.

[lovebombing]

[Literally please do NOT look at this. Elysium. Sampo. Kills both of them.]

[The little message coming in makes his eyebrows raise, before he settles into an almost fox-like little smile.]

[A message right back.]

No, no need for excuses here.

But it's fun to have one just for show ;)

[Fucking terrible.]>/small>

I like my deals face to face, too. So....you have my attention, Mister Elysium.

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While we're in the company of so many other people?

[ Bold! His own lips quirk into a wider grin. ]

But let's see where we're at once we're finished with this kaiju business, shall we? I'd like to think it'll give us both the motivation to wrap this up faster.

[ something something a little anticipation never hurt anyone… surely a month is enough for something to kill one of them, yeah ]

my html...also terrible

[lovebombing]

You have to live a little? Hehe.

[The notion of waiting, though, makes him heave a little huff and a pout. Weh. Really. Dangling it all in front of him and then keeping him at bay...]

You really make a guy kinda eager, and then pull out the tablecloth from under him...how awful. [;(((((( except now he's moving to a little smirk] Though maybe I'll make ya crack sooner. If I think this is worth my while, that is.

i turn my brain off whenever i look at these tags dw

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You're not wrong.

[ If it wasn't already evident by how he'd thrown a guy he'd known for two hours a bachelor party on impulse, they need not look further than their… first meeting… at an open bar… while he'd been on the clock… that Elysium similarly lives by and for the moment. And on that note, he recognises the exaggerated continuation of a game when he sees one; his response will be to bring the tempo of their conversation to a crawl as he goes quiet, gaze assessing. ]

Already testing my resolve, are you?

[ A glint of faint, unabashed amusement. Airy and seemingly mindless remarks, intentionally made to cause a Freudian slip—or, at least, steer a certain direction. They're familiar to him because he's as intimate with their usage. He hums, demeanour kept intentionally light. ]

That would depend on the exact value you're assigning to my words. [ …"words"…?????? ] I wonder.

[ there is, after all, zero (0) barware in the desert ]

[lovebombing]

All I do is test. They should hire me to be like that Dr. Ratio. Though I've never been good at multiple choice.

[It's fun. He likes this man, so similar to him - its like a dance, where they're stepping in line with a song that they're a little more privy to.]

[It would be actually nice to really dance with him, he thinks. More literally. You can learn a lot about a person through a dance.]

Value goes up and down. That's how the market works. A solid promise becomes a mirage in an instant. An illusion becomes precious water, glistening on the sand. [And then, he lets out a goofy little laugh.] Haha. I like value, though. I like...when things come to fruition, y'know?

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[ Elysium has no idea who this Dr. Ratio guy is, but it's fine, that's not the point. The point here is that he's pretty certain the operative word here is 'when' things come into fruition. There's a laugh because his life had been such a series of opposites attracting, it'd been a little too easy to dismiss his own cynicisms. It's a touch brittle—oh, he wishes they weren't so similar, really. ]

Hmm.

There's nothing quite like a beautiful journey, is there? Plenty to see. Plenty to experience. When everything is so new and terribly exciting, there isn't room to consider what the value of any given thing might be, is there?

[ begging them to talk like normal people ]

Nothing worse than the end of a journey than a boring one. I get it. [ just "gets." of course. now to swerve: ] But I am a once-in-a-life-time hottie. Don't think your work won't be cut out for you, my friend!

[lovebombing]

No, no, my friend. You do have a point, there. You see, I'm a patient and fun-loving guy. I like a good sale, but I agree, the setup for both parties in the deal to be satisfied in the process of it is part of the fun of it, too.

[If his viewpoint seems mercurial, it is - there's the future vision of a businessman always greedily chasing his next sale, and there's the carpe diem perspective of someone who has been around the block and takes it day by day.]

[He's a conflicting man, Sampo Koski. Elation always is a chaotic thing.]

Hehe. I should be saying the same thing to you! You've barely chipped the surface, pal.

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Naturally! So I suppose we'll both just have to see what we're made of.

[ With a start, hand on knees, this is where Elysium chooses to get up from his perch. And he'll turn to leave, but not without grazing his fingers along the nape of Sampo's neck first—before utterly mussing his hair into a mess. ]

See you around, Koski.

[ A little of a salute. Hehe. ]

[lovebombing]

[The fingers against his bare skin make him tense up, and then it shifts to that playful tousle of hair - the light is low, and he's thankful for it hiding the tinge of color across his cheeks as the man leaves.]

[Sampo chuckles into his palm, eyes creased in something bordering on affectionate.]

You play the ball well, Elysium.

[Till next time.]