Brig Refugees Unite! [OPEN]
Characters: Neku H. (hedgephones) & any sex-talk-reluctant members of the Winding Way
Content: Spooked by all the surveying and potential sex talking, Neku decides to hole up in the brig for a while until things blow over.
Setting: Winding Way's brig
Time: Around Amicus
Warnings: Failshota and general fail and. Fail. :D
This whole uproar (if it could properly be called that; it was more like a very minor bomb, or maybe a live current) had come out of literally nowhere and everywhere. Looking back, Neku supposed he should have expected this sort of thing around Amicus, especially if they were going to be spending it in Kropmork (yes, he'd heard those rumors--how much he believed of them, well...). And it wasn't as though the Way didn't have precedents for bizarre spates of complete inexplicable behavior around (mostly) holidays.
He supposed he was just lucky it was something touted optional.
Accordingly, he'd very deliberately blown off the ridiculous survey (just looking at it made his face hot, how the hell was he supposed to actually answer it?--and what was the point of answering it if you weren't planning on going to the... talks or were planning on privating it anyway?) and was now in the equally methodical process of playing hooky to the accompanying talks. No way in hell.
He hadn't been to the brig in a little while--the ship itself had been quiet enough during Candy Mountain that he hadn't particularly needed to find a corner to hear himself think--but now that things had returned to normal (technically speaking--wait, even that didn't cover it, did it?), he was quite ready to lock himself away for maybe a week.
Yeah, that sounded nice. He'd miss Amicus on top of it, which was always a good idea if you didn't want to keep walking in on things that required brain bleach or dealing with hormonal teenage girls on a rampage.
Content: Spooked by all the surveying and potential sex talking, Neku decides to hole up in the brig for a while until things blow over.
Setting: Winding Way's brig
Time: Around Amicus
Warnings: Failshota and general fail and. Fail. :D
This whole uproar (if it could properly be called that; it was more like a very minor bomb, or maybe a live current) had come out of literally nowhere and everywhere. Looking back, Neku supposed he should have expected this sort of thing around Amicus, especially if they were going to be spending it in Kropmork (yes, he'd heard those rumors--how much he believed of them, well...). And it wasn't as though the Way didn't have precedents for bizarre spates of complete inexplicable behavior around (mostly) holidays.
He supposed he was just lucky it was something touted optional.
Accordingly, he'd very deliberately blown off the ridiculous survey (just looking at it made his face hot, how the hell was he supposed to actually answer it?--and what was the point of answering it if you weren't planning on going to the... talks or were planning on privating it anyway?) and was now in the equally methodical process of playing hooky to the accompanying talks. No way in hell.
He hadn't been to the brig in a little while--the ship itself had been quiet enough during Candy Mountain that he hadn't particularly needed to find a corner to hear himself think--but now that things had returned to normal (technically speaking--wait, even that didn't cover it, did it?), he was quite ready to lock himself away for maybe a week.
Yeah, that sounded nice. He'd miss Amicus on top of it, which was always a good idea if you didn't want to keep walking in on things that required brain bleach or dealing with hormonal teenage girls on a rampage.