[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]

[ you want her to say stupid shit while drunk now?? damn. ]

In this heat?

[ she likes the idea, don't get her wrong! well, maybe they can hang out at the pool and have a drink there instead of doing all those wackier things, but. ]

I'm surprised you're still alive with that new tan developing.

[ is that a tan or a slight sunburn. only one way to find out. ]

[frostfist]

[ It's definitely a sunburn. Don't touch it. ]

Fair point. [ But he will not be deterred. ] We can go at night then, when it's cooler. And when the sun won't bake me alive.

[ He's too much of a fish out of water (almost literal) for this......... ]

[wheft]

[ WDYM SHE ALSO CAN'T TOUCH HIM why did we do this to ourselves ]

Well, I did want you to get more sun. Just... not with this climate.

[ rip ]

But sure, it's a date. [ an official date... whoa......... ] Okay, your turn to ask.

[frostfist]

[ STOP SHE CAN TOUCH HIM, IT WAS A JOKE you think they're gonna survive the next two weeks if they can't even touch? think again.

There's a ridiculous bloom of happiness at her ready agreement, followed the unconscious widening of his smile. ]

Truth or dare.

[wheft]

[ wow, he sure looks happy when she said that huh. he should look like that way more often. ]

Dare. Since I already tell you the truth most of the time anyway.

[frostfist]

[ He will now that she's here. But..........hm. ]

Go up to someone and act how you did when you served me in that cafe.

[ Return of Maid Ish (but without the dress) ]

[wheft]

[ -- wait no nvm she's scowling again ]

That was a very special service just for you, you know. You want me to say the exact same things to any of these people?

[ HELP........... ]

[frostfist]

Anyone could have walked through that door.

[ Just saying!!! He will not be cowed by her scowl though. ]

Would you rather take the penalty? [ i don't even know what that is for this game, help ]

[wheft]

Yes, but I wouldn't just join you on your tea party if you were somebody else...

[ but god, the penalty. what is that, though. we going to have to have to ask zi later but for now she just lets out a long, defeated sigh. you're so lucky she likes you... 💢💢 ]

Fine, I can at least go get them some food.

[ she stands up with a huff and starts scanning the area. now who would be available for this... ]

[frostfist]

[ he is so excited to watch this 😊 ]

[lovebombing]

[Here's the most obnoxious blue-haired man in all of the universe sitting here!]

[He's humming under his breath. He's having a great time.]

[wheft]

[ BRO WHY IS HE THE ONLY ONE AVAILABLE give her a moment to shoot a death glare at her evil boyfriend before approaching sampo with an air of... servile professionalism? ye let's call it that. ]

...Master. Might you be hungry by any chance? I could get you some food if you like.

[lovebombing]

....Master?





[LOOKING BEHIND HIM EXAGGERATINGLY LIKE MASTER ARE U THERE]

......Not me, right?

[wheft]

[ just imagine them looking like that first summoning of saber in fsn ]

I don't see any other Masters, here. [ because WRIO threw her to the WOLVES apparently ] But in case you aren't aware, I'm being dared to do this. I'd appreciate it if you play along with it for a little while, if you please.

[lovebombing]

Ohhhhhh. Oh!

[Now THAT he can do. He clears his throat, straightens his back, ever the actor...]

[And puts on a mild, but serious smile. God. Theater kids.]

It is as if you read my mind. Hm! Bring forth the food, my dear servant.

[wheft]

[ whoa, he's actually taking this seriously. she's a little surprised, actually. ]

Of course. We only have the communal pot roast at the moment, but I hope it suits your tastes just fine. I'll be right back.

[ she goes off, but not before glaring at wriothesley twice until she arrives with a plate of it. ]

Here you are, Master. [ she even brought along water, how thoughtful... ]

[lovebombing]

One wishes for a more refined selection, but....pot roast will do.

[He heaves a little princely sigh, his turquoise eyes definitely catching that death glare.]

[She comes back, and he claps his hands together.]

Splendid! My dear, I do thank you. [And a little lowering of voice.] Do you want your Master to enact a little royal punishment for...a problematic sort? I mean. Wrio whatever.

[wheft]

A... punishment?

[ she looks at wrio again, then back at him. ]

I don't want you to be too harsh on -- [ fuck what is his role in this pretend regency au im crying ] the good sir, but what do you have in mind?

[ uh oh ]

[lovebombing]

[A long pause.]





I could pull the good sir's pants down. Or...put a Hug Me sign on his back.

[wheft]

[ the first one actually got a snort of laughter out of her. that's so out of pocket, help. ]

He's no good with hugs, sorry. The first one's no good either, I'm afraid.

[ she hasn't even done that to him yet 🧍‍♂️ ]

I don't think the good sir should be punished for a dare like that. Do you have other ideas that are more... appropriate?

[lovebombing]

Appropriate. The young miss makes some lofty demands!

[Hmmm. He tilts his head, thinking....thinking with that :3 smile....]

I could play the same role you are playing now for your very good sir. Make him a little uncomfortable. Orrrrr.....I could ask all sort of funny questions. Really, you need to let to know your Master about what you're feeling.

[wheft]

I'm feeling... silly.

[ hehe. ]

I am curious to see how he would react to Master's funny questions. I shall follow your lead, then.

[ go go he's waiting for you ]

[frostfist]

[ is it my turn to interject now.....is it time for Sampo's 20 questions......

Whatever the case, Wriothesley is still sitting here, patiently waiting for his (terrible) fate to befall him. ]

[lovebombing]

[HERE HE IS TO SIT DOWN]


[BRUSH HIS KNEES OFF]

[GAZE AT HIM SERIOUSLY]



[AC-AC-ACHEM]



Do you wear wigs.

[frostfist]

[ thank you nat for showing me that interview

The sudden arrival of Clown #1 has him looking up in surprise, but nothing seems Terribly Off about this whole situation yet, so he plasters a polite smile onto this face as he answers. ]

Don't you think that's a bit too personal of a question to ask someone you barely know? [ Just kidding, he doesn't actually care. ] But I don't. Why do you ask?