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[ staring at the outhouses ]
... This sucks.
... This sucks.
Sorry about the local infrastructure.
[It sucks indeed. She's used outhouses before, but an indeterminate reliance on them sounds rough. She squints ahead, arms folded, mouth cocked in half a frown.]
I guess there's also the bush if you prefer, but I don't think anyone else would appreciate that.
[It sucks indeed. She's used outhouses before, but an indeterminate reliance on them sounds rough. She squints ahead, arms folded, mouth cocked in half a frown.]
I guess there's also the bush if you prefer, but I don't think anyone else would appreciate that.
[ help, quirks a smile at her ]
Do you think it'd be more sanitary?
Do you think it'd be more sanitary?
For the pisser, maybe. Anyone walking through the puddle might be at risk.
[ kicks at the ground ]
The soil looks pretty absorbent.
The soil looks pretty absorbent.
[I LOST THIS TAG makes you keep talking about toilets all weekend]
Not if it's number two.
Not if it's number two.
[ GREAT
he just... kinds of looks at her ]
You have a point. I guess all forty of us will have to share these two outhouses.
he just... kinds of looks at her ]
You have a point. I guess all forty of us will have to share these two outhouses.
[Shrugs, a smidge apologetic.]
Suffering is part of the human condition. [Pause.] Probably the condition for everything else too.
[She's forgotten whether his profile is Weird.]
Suffering is part of the human condition. [Pause.] Probably the condition for everything else too.
[She's forgotten whether his profile is Weird.]
[Gives him a look.]
I was more cracking wise about the outhouse, but sure. I'm certain that's part of it.
I was more cracking wise about the outhouse, but sure. I'm certain that's part of it.
[ looks back, keeping his expression purposely neutral ]
I don't think it's the time for jokes.
I don't think it's the time for jokes.
[is geto assigning her clown]
People are gonna run their mouths one way or another. There's a lot of hours in the day to fill, and we're pretty high and dry on clues.
What would you rather talk about?
People are gonna run their mouths one way or another. There's a lot of hours in the day to fill, and we're pretty high and dry on clues.
What would you rather talk about?
[ he was just teasing her ]
I do have a couple of questions. [ not outhouse related ] Is abduction and magic something you're used to?
I do have a couple of questions. [ not outhouse related ] Is abduction and magic something you're used to?
[He's too Eunhyuk coded to tell
Camille sucks a breath through her teeth and regards the wilderness ahead.]
Abduction happens. Not to me, though.
Magic on the other hand, absolutely not. It's all slight of hand, pick-a-card bullshit back home.
You?
Camille sucks a breath through her teeth and regards the wilderness ahead.]
Abduction happens. Not to me, though.
Magic on the other hand, absolutely not. It's all slight of hand, pick-a-card bullshit back home.
You?
We have something like magic, I guess. Most of the world doesn't realize it, though.
[ hmm ]
Might be similar where you're from. Not that it helps much now.
[ hmm ]
Might be similar where you're from. Not that it helps much now.
[Camille took the swamp not long after it started. None of the buildings guaranteed privacy, and the leeches and dank smell were good deterrents. She's sat herself at the water's edge, hugging one knee with her head down.
The glow can still be seen running down her arm, through the sleeves of her dark sweater.
ALL THAT'S LEFT IS YOUR FACE.
When she hears the crunch of leaves underfoot her head snaps up.]
The glow can still be seen running down her arm, through the sleeves of her dark sweater.
ALL THAT'S LEFT IS YOUR FACE.
When she hears the crunch of leaves underfoot her head snaps up.]
[ Geto's looking a little worn when he comes across her, which isn't too surprising considering everything about their surroundings, but he's alert enough to spot her there, blinking momentarily in surprise.
And, despite best intentions, his gaze flicks over the writing on her arm. ]
... Sorry. You look like you wanted to be alone.
And, despite best intentions, his gaze flicks over the writing on her arm. ]
... Sorry. You look like you wanted to be alone.
[Camille grimaces. It's one of the kids. A taciturn one (so many are), she hasn't got a good bead on him or his intentions.
Still, what could she even do about it? Camille's nose wrinkles in chagrin as she swipes her unruly hair out of her face, sighing low.]
There's no such thing as alone here. It's a zoo pen. We can wander but we're never out of sight.
[She pats the rock beside her.]
Come sit. Mope with me.
Still, what could she even do about it? Camille's nose wrinkles in chagrin as she swipes her unruly hair out of her face, sighing low.]
There's no such thing as alone here. It's a zoo pen. We can wander but we're never out of sight.
[She pats the rock beside her.]
Come sit. Mope with me.
One of those secret worlds hidden from the rubes, huh? Right under their dumb normie noses?
[There's plenty of stories like that. She's never been one for fantasy though.]
I sure hope not. We got enough problems as is. What kind of magic is it?
[There's plenty of stories like that. She's never been one for fantasy though.]
I sure hope not. We got enough problems as is. What kind of magic is it?
[ He hesitates a second before walking over and sitting down, a little surprised that she didn't just send him away. ]
Okay. [ He looks at the writing again, since it's not like he can pretend he didn't see it. ] What does it mean?
Okay. [ He looks at the writing again, since it's not like he can pretend he didn't see it. ] What does it mean?
[ He doesn't blame her for not wanting magic. ]
It's related to the negative energy in the world. Most humans emit negative energy that manifests as curses—monsters—but some people can manipulate that negative energy for their own use.
It can be pretty much anything, teleportation, communing with animals, summoning spirits.
It's related to the negative energy in the world. Most humans emit negative energy that manifests as curses—monsters—but some people can manipulate that negative energy for their own use.
It can be pretty much anything, teleportation, communing with animals, summoning spirits.
[Sure can't pretend.
Camille doesn't make eye contact. There's just the pulse of a muscle in her jaw. Then wordlessly she scoots her sleeve up.
There is the inky writing. And then there's the jagged letters. Worry. Cupcake. Rain.
Nonsensical, disjointed, roughshod thoughts, crowding every inch of pale flesh. They weren't carved all at once, rather opportunistically fit in when the mood struck.]
I had a bad habit.
Camille doesn't make eye contact. There's just the pulse of a muscle in her jaw. Then wordlessly she scoots her sleeve up.
There is the inky writing. And then there's the jagged letters. Worry. Cupcake. Rain.
Nonsensical, disjointed, roughshod thoughts, crowding every inch of pale flesh. They weren't carved all at once, rather opportunistically fit in when the mood struck.]
I had a bad habit.
[ His mouth falls open slightly, not bothering to hide his surprise. It takes a moment to process what exactly he's seeing, looking over the jagged words.
He wonders, and then looks away, disoriented. ]
Oh. [ ... ] I, uh.
[ He looks pretty out of his depth. ]
Sorry, it must've been hard. Dealing with... whatever drove you to that.
He wonders, and then looks away, disoriented. ]
Oh. [ ... ] I, uh.
[ He looks pretty out of his depth. ]
Sorry, it must've been hard. Dealing with... whatever drove you to that.
[Slowly twisting into a grimace.]
What a raw deal you got served. Sounds absolutely miserable. No offence.
I take it you're one of those energy manipulators? What's it look like?
What a raw deal you got served. Sounds absolutely miserable. No offence.
I take it you're one of those energy manipulators? What's it look like?
Don't — hey, don't worry about it. Don't feel obligated to say anything. [Camille pulls her sleeve down and brushes her hair away, meeting his eye. It's easier to quit navel gazing when there's a second body to tend.] I don't like putting that on anyone. Especially not kids I just met.
It's in the past now anyway. It's nothing.
It's in the past now anyway. It's nothing.
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