[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

[busternaut]

[Dearka scoffs.]

Hey now, just because I'm boring you doesn't mean you have to go doubting my ability to avoid firing on an ally.

[Yeah, he sees your disinterest up there. Not that he's really bothered by it.]

So long as you don't go zipping your fancy mobile suit in front of me at the last second while I'm lining up a shot or something, you'll definitely be fine. I guarantee it.

[gundemn]

You don't need to worry about that! I'll stay out of your hair and let someone else play hero.

[ He plans to be in the sky far away from the action. He's lame like that. ]

[busternaut]

[Elan gets another appraising look; difficult to accomplish, considering the darkness out here, and the fact that the subject of appraisal is sitting up high while Dearka's still down on the ground, but neither of those things is about to stop him.]

Heh. You're not much the fighting type, huh?

[Bakugo had called this guy a "prick with authority issues", or something like that... And Dearka can kind of see where that's coming from. Not that he necessarily agrees with that assessment, but with how prickly Bakugo is, it makes absolute sense to him that this guy's attitude would rub him the wrong way.]

[gundemn]

[ Elan sits slouched, expression clouded, but that's a given whenever his mobile suit is involved. ]

I have a healthy sense of self-preservation.

[ Put another way, he's a selfish prick. ]

[busternaut]

Right. So you're not in a military back where you come from, then. Or if you are, it's not by choice.

[He sounds pretty confident in this assessment, despite Elan having said little about what his normal situation is like, or why he's even a pilot in the first place.]

[gundemn]

[ Elan gives a noncommittal shrug. Yzak had assumed he was from the military, and he hadn't corrected him. Maybe it's hard for them to fathom how a schoolkid got ahold of a mobile suit. He'll let them think what they think. Honestly, it's more believable than the sorry truth. ]

Sure. Though you say that like it's in past tense.

[ As far as he's concerned, he's still not here by choice! ]

[busternaut]

[It's not too hard for them to fathom in some ways. Their own world has been ripped apart by near constant war for about four years now. They both enlisted as soon as the conflict kicked off, and they both graduated from ZAFT academy at about 17. They've been immersed in that world ever since.

Basically, it's not so weird to them that a school-aged teenager would be piloting a mobile suit. What's weird is the idea that one would do that and not be constantly immersed in the horrors of large scale war. Of course, that's not to say Elan doesn't have his own brand of horrors to deal with...

Anyway. Dearka snorts softly.]

Yeah, well that part kind of goes without saying, doesn't it? Near as I can tell, none of us signed up for this particular tour of duty. But that's even more of a reason we should watch each other's backs, if you ask me.

[gundemn]

[ Weird to think of anyone watching his back. He's always looked out for himself, and he's not about to put himself in risky situations if he can avoid it. ]

I'm pretty good at watching my own back, but I'll lend you a hand if you're feeling overwhelmed. Just don't expect too much.

[ We are setting the bar so low. ]

[busternaut]

Ohhh, tough guy. Alright then... Duly noted.

[It's hard to not rib a guy who seems so dedicated to being solitary and washing his hands of any team responsibility. People who try to go it alone will almost always wind up needing a bail-out eventually though, in Dearka's experience. He'll try to remember not to take this too personally, if that happens.]

I'm not just talking about fighting kaiju, though.

[gundemn]

[ Looking out for each other even off the battlefield? It almost sounds like friendship or something smh. Elan shrugs his shoulders in a show of nonchalance. ]

Oh, well why didn't you say so. How about you start by getting Yzak off my back?

[ That is probably not what Dearka meant. ]

[busternaut]

[No, it's definitely not what he meant.]

I'unno. The more you complain about him, the more entertaining it is to let him keep going. Don't worry; I'll still step in if things get really bad.

[He says, smirking mischievously.]

[gundemn]

You're so helpful.

[ Wow. He can't count on anyone here!

Jk, that's what he gets for being deliberately obtuse. Elan sighs and stretches his arms, checking the time on his ocular. Is his shift almost over... ]

[busternaut]

[Dearka laughs. He's trolling, but also, at the end of the day... Yzak gonna Yzak. There is only so much he can do about that.]

That's me: Mister Helpful, always lending a hand. And on that note...

[He pushes off the rock he's been leaning on, stretching his arms overhead and yawning languidly.]

'M gonna go back to bed. Best of luck on the rest of your shift. We're counting on you.

[gundemn]

[ Elan makes an exasperated face. Is this what it's like to deal with himself... ]

Yeah, whatever you say.

[ He doesn't turn to look at him go. Now that he's left alone with his thoughts though, it feels too quiet. ]