(no subject)
DATE: November 29th, 2011, evening
CHARACTER(S): Everyone!
SUMMARY: Events detailed here.
LOCATION: Wagon circle, middle o' nowhere, Oregon Trail.
WARNINGS: None.
FORMAT: Whatever is preferred.
The fire's been lit, and the atmosphere's been set. There's just about a hundred wagons all circled around one another, all nestled around their own personal fires. Trailgoers are chatting along with one another, sharing tales and lamenting about their homes long lost. All is well, seated on these logs and rocks (well, all but their derrieres). Then, you hear the unmistakable sound of someone retching into one of the closest bushes. Another wagon mate frowns, jumping up from their log seat to try to get away. But it's too late -- the chaos has begun. Snakes are writhing about the ground, slithering and sliding between seats and dust. The fires crackle as gunshots go off, and somewhere -- somewhere, the buzzing of a great swarm of bees.
Ah, yes. A rather unfortunate situation has befallen us all.
CHARACTER(S): Everyone!
SUMMARY: Events detailed here.
LOCATION: Wagon circle, middle o' nowhere, Oregon Trail.
WARNINGS: None.
FORMAT: Whatever is preferred.
The fire's been lit, and the atmosphere's been set. There's just about a hundred wagons all circled around one another, all nestled around their own personal fires. Trailgoers are chatting along with one another, sharing tales and lamenting about their homes long lost. All is well, seated on these logs and rocks (well, all but their derrieres). Then, you hear the unmistakable sound of someone retching into one of the closest bushes. Another wagon mate frowns, jumping up from their log seat to try to get away. But it's too late -- the chaos has begun. Snakes are writhing about the ground, slithering and sliding between seats and dust. The fires crackle as gunshots go off, and somewhere -- somewhere, the buzzing of a great swarm of bees.
Ah, yes. A rather unfortunate situation has befallen us all.