[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!

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[eirs]

( -- yeah, okay, the drama queen's getting a hand over his face to push it back an appropriate distance. she's all for the bit, and there's a temptation to snap her teeth in spiteful retaliation, but she'll toss this game of chicken instead to spare him the pleasure of a more extreme reaction. )

Answer the question.

( don't think she forgot, pretty boy. )

Truth or dare.

[transmit]

[ One of these days, he'll get her to crack… This is now one of his primary goals. Amazing. There's one last laugh for the road before he's plopping himself back down beside her, hand on his cheek as he tilts his head in her direction. ]

Alright, alright. Dare.

[eirs]

( he's that type, huh. what has she gotten herself into now.

she looks thoughtful for a moment, mindlessly rubbing at the ear he was too terribly close to as her eyes scan the crowd. they've all had a colorful array of dares, but what's something that'd be difficult even for the shameless?

...

a harder thought exercise than she imagined. )

Go find someone to write on your face. Mud, pen, whatever's around.

( sorry, synflux user @ hottie. )

[newphew]

[ so here is hunter minding his own business...... sulkily looking around, prime for the picking. what do ]

[transmit]

[ With the enthusiasm of seeing an old friend, smiling bright and loud to more than compensate for Hunter's dour demeanour: ]

You! [ casually hooks his arm through Hunter's to drag him a small distance towards Tao so she can see and hear. Thankfully, Elysium does have a pen! It comes with the territory of being in the habit of drawing maps and writing down directions on the regular, but in the spirit of a game Elysium had said go hard or go home. ]

Write something on my face, will you? It's for a dare. I got a pen, hm, [ he holds it out nonchalantly, ] but you're fine to use whatever else you think might be fun, too.

[ Some Outsiders may not be enthused by his wasting of condiments, but they're there, and as Tao mentioned herself… there is always the dirt on the floor. ]

[newphew]

[ hunter is about to hiss and spit like a cat (not really, but he gives off that impression) as elysium hooks his arm and drags him towards tao. he starts to try to wriggle out of ely's grasp, even, until the magic words are spoken ]

Write something on your face?

[ for a dare..... ah, for some reason elysium is subjecting himself to humiliation. who is hunter to deny him ]

[ a slow smile spreads across his face ]

Fine. Bend down.

[ he might regret this ]

[transmit]

[ It's only humiliation if you see it as humiliation! And in an area where everyone's knowingly playing truth or dare, was there really any shame in doing or receiving one's worst? Not that he'd need the justification for it anyway, but it is quite possible for Hunter to make him eat his thoughts.

Nonetheless, he looks and sounds amused—because this is the most amused he's seen Hunter. ]

Thought of something fun, have you? [ He bends at his knees and rests his palms on top of them. ] Alright. Have at.

[newphew]

[ this is a very true fact, and hunter's smugness definitely starts to ooze out of him... it's not fun if he's into it!!! ]

Why do you sound excited about this?

[ stop being happy about his extremely dangerous and humiliating prank in the making! once hunter thinks of something good enough to write, anyway ]

Stay still.

[ he starts with drawing a fake moustache on ely's face. you know, the classic. hunter seems to have conveniently forgotten that the assignment was only to write something, not graffiti on his face ]

[transmit]

Because. I'm looking forward to Miss Tao's expression when she sees that I'm enjoying myself. Happiness should be spread, shouldn't it?

[ Hehe. Then, Hunter starts his work, and because talking would move his facial muscles and he's committed to this and staying still: ]

Mhm.

[ Graffiti, words, they're all the same to him. From the feeling of being drawn on and where Hunter takes the pen, he can kind of guess what's happening. Still, he remains as nonchalant as he always has. ]

[newphew]

She'll probably just think you're weird.

[ like hunter does. he is also adding a unibrow to him now..... sorry, elysium. on the flip side, this is absolutely little bro behavior. ely was right 2k24]

[ he finishes it off by writing "FLAG LOVER" across his forehead and looking a little pleased with himself. gottem. ]

[transmit]

[ he is never not down to clown, he's gotchu. He might disturb the flow a bit when he starts laughing over how much mileage Hunter is getting out of this, but for the most part the experience will remain bump-free.

When scrawling appears to have abated: ]

All done? Gracias, lil bro!

[ did he just—yeah, don't worry about it. he'll just go and meander back over to Tao right after, saluting her with unibrow, moustache, "FLAG LOVER" et all. amazing. ]

Well? Pleased with the result?

[newphew]

[ calling after him as he goes back to present himself to tao ]

I'm not your brother!

[ huff puff huff huff ]