paradisabeyond | (no subject)

[Good evening, explorers! After departing from Cair Paradisa, the path was south at first, but turned west fairly early on. Skirting well south of Eldritch Forest, the travelers had camped near the edge of the Amber Steppe, not quite within sight of the forest that marks the Totem Coast. The grasses are parched brown by the heat, though greener patches mark the presence of water. It's near one of these - a small, bubbling stream leading west that Raine has chosen to follow as it will almost certainly run into the river marked on her map - that the travelers have made their camp.

The carts and wagons are arranged in a defensive circle, though the campers are free to set up their tents outside them as well as inside wher ethe rest of them are. There are small cooking fires scattered around as well as a large bonfire in the center for socializing.

Play music? Sing? Teach those poor non-Earth kids how to make s'mores? Or just sit around and socialize with others.

Or hide in your tent and ignore everyone, if you really want to.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

...What kind of purrsonality were you aiming for?

Edited (i keep failing why) 2012-08-26 23:54 (UTC)

[The Once-ler takes a moment to really consider that]

I think I'm going for 'welcoming relaxation zone'

[If anything, it seems tropical, and tropics are usually vacation spots. Or so she hears. Usually they're just other green-blooded trolls but what does she know?]

Yeah, okay! I suppose it works. I still think it's pawfully silly that you'd care about that while on an expedition, though.

Aww now just because you're roughing it doesn't mean you can't brighten up the place a little, right?

I guess if you're willing to lug it along, that's not such a bad way to look at it. It may not be convenient, or conventional, or even common sense, but if it makes you feel better, then who am I to judge?

See? Now you're getting it. You can't put a price on happiness.

[That's rich coming from ol' Oncie! But Nepeta doesn't know that.]

Well, I should purrobably go set up my sleeping area. Have fun with your fake featherbeast ornaments.

[It really is]

I will, you have fun with...whatever you do. [Sometimes to do with cats, probably, he thinks]

[She gives him a wave and scurries off to retrieve her backpack. Deciding to set up camp not far from where the hermit's travel-hive is, she opens her bag and throws out a fur skin rug.

And then she lays down on it. THAT'S how you rough it, son.]

[You are the most badass little girl]