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.]

Comments

[sickheartbeats]

TT: You act like I'm moping.
TT: Have I not clearly enough expressed my gratitude that you're here, English?

[fightingcargos]

[You blink, confused. Where did that come from? You weren't trying to fish for compliments.]

GT: I didnt mean to imply that! We are exploring new lands together. That is pretty swell!
GT: And you dont need to bend over backward to tell me that sort of stuff but im happy youre telling me anyway.
GT: It really is great to see you.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: You're going to make me blush, English.

[fightingcargos]

GT: And break past the strider pokerfaced facade so easily?
GT: Horsefeathers.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Great to see you so in touch with realism these days.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Seems that all that "be more like jane" talk has started to rub off.
GT: What do you think shed make of this place?

[sickheartbeats]

TT: She'd plomb get down to sleuthing us an exit, I'm sure.

[fightingcargos]

GT: And how!
GT: And roxy would figure out the workings of this barrier thing in a hot second.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Basically, we'd be significantly less screwed.

[fightingcargos]

GT: My thoughts exactly.
GT: But really there are only two options! Either they come get us or we go to them.
GT: No other choice really and they are both happy endings.