[ Closed ]
Who: Zack Fair, Kunsel, Irene
When: Friday through Sunday
Where: Ruins
Format: Action
What: The three going on a camping trip! Randomness ensues.
Warnings: Naaaaah.
[If anything, Zack hadn’t lied. It was a surprise, a good one, one he was proud of, one he hoped they would look back with fondness, something to be remembered even if one of them should ever go away. Maybe that was as much of a motivator as these dark times were, but it was one of many; in the end, all he ever wanted was to see those close to him smile.
Granted, the makeshift tent was leaning a little lopsidedly out here in the Ruins, but everything else seemed in bits of perfection fitting of someone trained in field missions. The firepit was dug and cleared, ringed with rocks, easy to cover. Bedrolls were carefully laid out inside the “tent” (really, no more than some pieces of wood, rope, and a couple tarps), three of them, complete with modest pillows. Skewers were sticking up in the dirt, cleaned and ready, and beside it was a box filled with food gathered from the market.
This just affirmed that everyone, everyone should love camping, dammit. If one couldn’t take a proper vacation due to the damnable Mist, well, then one had to make a vacation where they could.
And maybe it wasn’t the best time for this, what with all the new arrivals, and Malfatto’s return, and the dreams that the whole city, but this was as much for him as it was to his housemates, his friends. What had been laid at his feet was weighing hard on his mind, a mountain of sudden change in a place that he had almost come to predict, expect. Where he stood, how he was, what loomed… none of it was wrapped in neat little bows anymore, and this trip meant picking it apart, cleaning out the edges, and learning the path he was meant to take a trip along.
Damn, was he looking forward to it, too.
Zack sat at the logs he had set up as chairs, and poked at the fire with a thick branch, and sent up a scattering of embers like fireflies taking off. They’d be here soon, and Shiva, he couldn’t wait to hear their collective reactions. Irene was a question mark, unpredictable as always , but he had a fair feeling that Kunsel would be impressed.
Or, at least, he hoped so.]
When: Friday through Sunday
Where: Ruins
Format: Action
What: The three going on a camping trip! Randomness ensues.
Warnings: Naaaaah.
[If anything, Zack hadn’t lied. It was a surprise, a good one, one he was proud of, one he hoped they would look back with fondness, something to be remembered even if one of them should ever go away. Maybe that was as much of a motivator as these dark times were, but it was one of many; in the end, all he ever wanted was to see those close to him smile.
Granted, the makeshift tent was leaning a little lopsidedly out here in the Ruins, but everything else seemed in bits of perfection fitting of someone trained in field missions. The firepit was dug and cleared, ringed with rocks, easy to cover. Bedrolls were carefully laid out inside the “tent” (really, no more than some pieces of wood, rope, and a couple tarps), three of them, complete with modest pillows. Skewers were sticking up in the dirt, cleaned and ready, and beside it was a box filled with food gathered from the market.
This just affirmed that everyone, everyone should love camping, dammit. If one couldn’t take a proper vacation due to the damnable Mist, well, then one had to make a vacation where they could.
And maybe it wasn’t the best time for this, what with all the new arrivals, and Malfatto’s return, and the dreams that the whole city, but this was as much for him as it was to his housemates, his friends. What had been laid at his feet was weighing hard on his mind, a mountain of sudden change in a place that he had almost come to predict, expect. Where he stood, how he was, what loomed… none of it was wrapped in neat little bows anymore, and this trip meant picking it apart, cleaning out the edges, and learning the path he was meant to take a trip along.
Damn, was he looking forward to it, too.
Zack sat at the logs he had set up as chairs, and poked at the fire with a thick branch, and sent up a scattering of embers like fireflies taking off. They’d be here soon, and Shiva, he couldn’t wait to hear their collective reactions. Irene was a question mark, unpredictable as always , but he had a fair feeling that Kunsel would be impressed.
Or, at least, he hoped so.]