Falling! With Style!

[ofsevenbelles]

[Today an unusual craft flies overhead, making a beeline for the Barrier.

Naturally, it bounces right off, goes into a tailspin, and crashes right into the mud. If you strain your ears, you can hear someone cursing from the inside.]

Ciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! I blame you! Your new steam engine is a piece of crap!

((Intro for Belle!))

Comments

[rebelsplotting]

[stop. . . cross arms. . . wait for new camper to climb out]

Luck does not favor you.

[ofsevenbelles]

[checking self over]

Yeah, today just isn't my day.

[rebelsplotting]

You know that you are trapped, then?

[ofsevenbelles]

Um, what?

[rebelsplotting]

[sigh]

You are held prisoner until such time as camp releases you or we have found the means to free ourselves.

[ofsevenbelles]

Whaaaaaaaaaaat!? I can't believe I got busted!

[rebelsplotting]

. . .

What is your crime?

[ofsevenbelles]

Who said anything about a crime?

[rebelsplotting]

I did not, yet you claim you were "busted".

[ofsevenbelles]

I happen to often be the subject of unwarranted suspicion, that's all.

[rebelsplotting]

Is that so?

[ofsevenbelles]

Comes with being a Selkie, which let me guess, you somehow haven't heard of before.

[rebelsplotting]

I have heard of many races, but not that. No.

[ofsevenbelles]

I'm not what you'd call a historian, but the basic skinny is this: there four tribes, and of all of them? The Selkie always get screwed.

[rebelsplotting]

And where do you hail from?

[ofsevenbelles]

Costa Faguita.