all aboard the mission of fail.

[alcoholit]

Who: Bernard, Otto and Namor
Where: Uh, port. Near a big ol' tempting lake.
What: Bernard, the most incompetent warden ever, has some how ended up with two inmates. It's a good job they know what they're doing.
When: To begin with, day one of port.
Warnings: Bernard. Otto. Namor. You figure it out.

Comments

[truevulgarian]

The fish guy wasn't so bad, Irish McDrinky hadn't started complaining yet, and at least they were outdoors - all in all, not so bad! So far anyway, considering Otto had been expecting the worst since the beginning of this whole thing. Getting to spend some "quality time" with his warden sounded awful. Why couldn't they just keep a healthy distance? That seemed to be working swell.

Otto ignored Namor and Bernard, picking up a big ol' stick to poke at stuff with, and went to go find a place to set up camp. He didn't like the idea of setting up near water; he knew that wild animals would flock to water and they'd end up being sitting ducks, but wasn't about to say anything yet. He could hold his own. Maybe Bernard would get eaten by a tiger or puma or bobcat or WHATEVER. That'd be ironic and funny as hell.

[namorofthesea]

For a while they trudged through the wilderness, until they reached it. A lake. A glorious lake, filled with fish, most likely, and other things to delight him, as well as simply being a new place to swim that was not as wearisome as his room had grown in recent months. Smiling, Namor picked up his pace, soon reaching the waters edge.

"This is the perfect place to build my shelter!"

Then, if there was any doubt that Namor did, in fact, mean his shelter and only his own, or the fact that he meant in the water and not merely by it, he dove into the water and, swimming out to the center, resurfaced, looking down as if though he was examining the area of water.

"Yes, this would be the perfect place. Far from the shore so no surface beasts can reach it."

[alcoholit]

Bernard knew there had been a downside to bringing fish-man along. This was it. He wandered up to the water's edge, peering into it for a minute, trying to see if it was clean. Then, he shouted out to Namor, "IF YOU WANT TO DO THAT, YOU'RE DOING IT ALONE, MATEY. I DON'T FANCY DROWNING."

He frowned a little at Otto, who seemed to be...well, not plotting murder or anything yet. "Fuck, I need a drink." He'd meant of water. So, cupping a little in his hands and figuring it could do little harm, he scooped up some of the pool and drank it. Wow, that cleared his head. "Otto. Tell him he needs to help us before he can swan off being a fish." He had another sip of water and everything started to seem a little less fuzzy and a little more real. Really real, like reality gone mad. This water was weird. He looked down at it and realised it was probably filthy.

"I think something's seriously wrong with this water." He turned to look at Otto, "FUCK, you're ugly." Everything looked rather ugly right now.

[truevulgarian]

Otto was terribly busy knocking at a tree with his stick when the fish guy went headfirst into the water. Surprise surprise, fish man went into the water. He threw the stick over his shoulder and whistled nonchalantly as he wandered on over to his warden, hands stuck in his pockets and looking unimpressed by this whoooooole thing.

As far as he was concerned, the fishman and Bernard were both going to be completely useless. "Hey! HEY FISHMAN. If you wanna toss some fucking dinner our way it would help! DON'T GET PRUNEY OUT THERE."

Shooting a glare at his warden, he snorted. "Stop fucking drinking it then, moron."