Dirk: > Set up camp.

[sickheartbeats]

[You've successfully put up a reasonably sized tent for actual camping near the lake of this Camp Fuck You Die place, putting to use most of Jake's handy adventurer's survival kit. Since that didn't take particularly long, you have spent your time since doing massive research scourging the Network.]

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[fightingcargos]

GT: Even better.
GT: ALEXANDER THE GREAT.
GT: AND BATGIRL.

[sickheartbeats]

TT:
TT: Come again?

[fightingcargos]

GT: ALEXANDER THE GREAT SAID I WAS WISE, STRIDER.
GT: ALEXANDER CALLED FUCKING GREAT!!!

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Look.
TT: I know you're excited to the moon and back, but you lost me at Alexander the Great.
TT: Slow and simple words, English.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Gah sorry!
GT: *reins his horses in*
GT: So you know how this place has a zillion people all from different places and times and things like that.
GT: Well one of them is from macedon and is called alexander the great! And i was pretty flipping confused but then he told me his story and its really him strider!
GT: We talked about his world and where im from and my grandma and fish hitler. He was really interested!
GT: I didnt tell him much about you because its not my story to tell but i would be dashed happy to introduce you.
GT: How totally capital is that??

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Wow.
TT: Entirely for fairness' sake, you're on homemaker duty next time.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Hahahaha of course!!
GT: I would be delighted.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Would you now.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Of course!
GT: Youre in the same position i am arent you? This is your first chance to make a bunch of new friends.
GT: Id be a dadblasted maroon if i didnt want my best bro to mingle a little!
GT: I hope you have fun strider.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Oh.

[You're reminded unnecessarily that Jake English is a wonderful friend. It legitimately makes you feel somewhat dickish for the argument you're about to make. You suppose that's just the way it is, when you're trying to be the responsible one.]

TT: I don't know how keen I am to get attached to this place in any way, Jake.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Well.
GT: Of course we have pressing duties elsewhere! And contacting the girls comes first.
GT: But this place promises to house a real rootin tootin adventure strider and i dont want to miss out!

[sickheartbeats]

Dirk: > Sigh and unnecessarily fix your hair.

[You suppose he has a fair point, and all reluctance on your part won't help if you can't ascertain how long your stay will last.]

TT: I didn't think you would.
TT: Well, if it's all the same to you and this place really rolls like that,
TT: I'm not going to be upset about the opportunity to shoot the shit with, say, Bruce Banner before we go back to saving the world.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Gosh strider you really should meet batgirl.
GT: She would be right up your alley i think.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: What better judge to ask for than Jake English.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Other than the batman himself i mean!
GT: You could easily be that sort of hero if you were in a comic book.
GT: Dont you think about this sort of stuff?

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Not terribly often.
TT: Nor have I considered that I could easily be Batman.
TT: But I suppose the shades lend themselves to that thought.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Yep. Definitely batman.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: There's a dead parents joke to be made about this that will make you regret ever bringing it up.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Oh you sourpuss!
GT: And here i was being complimentary.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: And are my nerves ever aflutter.
TT: I'm only covering up the fact, clearly.
TT: When are you going to start not taking everything that is said at face value?

[fightingcargos]

GT: The exact moment you stop being a douche.
GT: Dont hold your breath!

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Try me.
TT: And while on the subject of such pleasantries, I would love to have my pillow back.

[fightingcargos]

[You throw the pillow at Strider's face because he is a wanker.]

[sickheartbeats]

[You admit you could have dodged that one, but then you wouldn't have gotten to call him a bastard, and smother him in the fluffy thing in turn.]

[fightingcargos]

GT: Oh!
GT: A SCRUM IS IT.

[You take up your own arms and push at Strider's pillow, laughing]