[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

[eyescar]

Aww, dandelion.

[ You're such a sap... The urge to poke his cheek... ]

You can truth me now, if you want.

[blastedass]

Urusei!

[He's not a sap! That was an awesome card!]

What would you have been, if you didn't become a sorcerer?

[eyescar]

[ Still kind of sappy...!!

Yuji beams at the question, though. ]

That's too easy! A firefighter! You can ask something harder if you want.

[blastedass]

[This isn't about easy! It's about... uh... learning!]

Fine, what's one of your best memories?

[eyescar]

Hm...

[ Picking good memories is hard, these days, but... ]

One time we spilled coffee on Gojo-sensei's expensive shirt, and after we tried to clean it he came in, so we hid it down Megumi's shirt. It was like he had boobs.

[blastedass]

Pfft!

[With all Yuji's told him and hasn't told him, Katsuki's never actually heard of the sorcerer trio having experienced actually stupid shenanigans like that.]

What'd he say?

[eyescar]

Gojo-sensei? He just laughed at us.

[ It's one of the last happiest memories he has, actually. ]

[blastedass]

Didn't care about his shirt, huh.

[Treasure the happy memories. Katsuki knows the feeling.]

[eyescar]

He can afford thousands of them.

[ He's kind of stupid rich... Actually... ]

[blastedass]

Rich bastard. Who actually spilled it?

[Another parallel to All Might, who is also stupid rich, even if you wouldn't know it.]

[eyescar]

Kugisaki.

[ And Yuji was just there, suffering. ]

[blastedass]

Ha! Bet she tried to blame it on someone else.

[Poor Yuji. Smiling sufferer.]

[eyescar]

She said we all had to pay for it, since we were all there.

[blastedass]

Haa?! The fuck? She did it!

[eyescar]

Yeah, so obviously none of us were paying it!

[ He waves a hand. ]

Gojo-sensei sorted it all out anyway.

[blastedass]

How? By not caring it was ruined?

[Stains like that don't come out too easily...]

[eyescar]

Sure, he could just buy a new one.

[ Gojo-sensei is like that. ]

[blastedass]

He let her have a heart attack for a while though.

[Gojo sounds like a brat in a man's body.]

[eyescar]

Yeah, that's just the kind of guy sensei is.

[ Yuji's used to it... ]

[blastedass]

He's not like any of my sensei. We had six for our class.

[Katsuki's kind of jealous that Yuji had such a close friendship with Gojo, like Izuku had with All Might.]

[eyescar]

Six? That's a lot, isn't it?

[ There just weren't that many teachers... Though maybe Yuji is lucky, since he's been taught by Gojo-sensei, Nanamin and Kusakabe-sensei... ]

[blastedass]

Each one teaches a certain class. English, Mathematics, Culture Studies.

[And they rotate through the other classes, though each class has their own homeroom teacher.]

[eyescar]

Oh, like it was back in my middle school? That makes sense. We just had Gojo-sensei for all that.

[ No wonder Yuji failed his exams from Ratio. ]

[blastedass]

Aa. Each class has its own homeroom teacher. Aizawa-sensei was mine, Class 1-A.

[Katsuki can't say, with all he's heard, that Gojo being a good academics teacher comes to mind as a positive...]

[eyescar]

What was Aizawa-sensei like?

[ Katsuki did say he could ask questions, so... ]