welcome to the jungle we've got fun and games

[saddleclub]

Who: Y'all
When: Day 8 noonish
Where: THE JUNGLE

[So there is a mostly unexplored jungle out there.

It seems like a good day to explore it, eh?

Please look out for:

Venomous snakes, the smaller ones will leave you fevered and nauseas, the larger may stop your heart.

Spores, inhaling them can leave you with mild to severe continuing hallucinations

Pollen, it may make you sneeze.

Dark shadows in the undergrowth, that seem to whisper as you pass. In familiar voices...? Or that's just the wind.

Vicious monsters. They want to eat you.

And look out, if you go exploring, because halfway through your adventure the sky seems to open up and pour on you, try to find a safe shelter--if that exists in the jungle.

For those of you not inclined to explore well, you may see lights in the jungle, little wisps, of light in the growth, or maybe it's your team colors you see? The more you look the more you feel practically compelled to follow those lights and flashes of something familiar....

Maybe you get caught by the jungle's dangers, trapped in a cave by the downpour, or maybe you make it to an odd break around a still pond, the surface so smooth it's almost like a mirror. If you look in, your reflection looks back. And it smiles at you.

And if you make it this far, if you look deep into your reflection and let it stare back, you might find yourself leaning down, towards it--hopefully you have a companion to pull you back before pale arms reach to pull you in and drown you.

Even if you're pulled back from the glass pool, a strange dread lingers with you for a while. And the urge to be near others is incredibly strong. Be it their presence or their touch you crave, you need reassurance.

((OOC: Explore, use this an excuse for wet huddling together in a cave while hallucinating, get cool new scars from fighting beasts, encounter the glassy pool, or whatever! Grab a buddy, have a good(?) time.))]

Comments

[crimeson]

What do you mean by becoming weak?

[ruinatings]

Exactly what it sounds like. I won't let myself be someone who gets defeated out of kindness.

[crimeson]

Is that really what you consider weakness...

[ruinatings]

Of course it is.

[crimeson]

Even though it's part of why I've been such a thorn in your side all this time?

[ruinatings]

[uhm]

...I...

[hey he's drunk don't call him out??]

[crimeson]

Can't tell me how huge an inconvenience I was to you and then say the same thing is weakness, you know?

[ruinatings]

...It's not the same thing.

[crimeson]

How isn't it? You could easily argue I was too weak to be a Jaeger.

[ruinatings]

But I won't, because you accomplished much more being kind. I, on the other hand, will never be such a warm person, so while I have every intention of being better, and relying on allies more, trying to be someone I'm not will only cripple my efficiency.

[crimeson]

Okay. I mean, I don't expect you to not be yourself. Just calling it weakness rubbed me the wrong way.

[ruinatings]

It is weakness, if it's mine. Our strengths are different.

[crimeson]

I don't think kindness can be weakness. It doesn't have to be your strong suit, but I don't... I'm pretty sure that's not how it is.

[ruinatings]

Yes it is.

[Don't fight with drunk Rufus!! He's... well. He's being stubborn right now.]

[crimeson]

Is not.

[turning it playful, though.]

[ruinatings]

--Excuse me?

[Are you PLAYING WITH HIM?!]

[crimeson]

I said "is not."

[YES.]

[ruinatings]

You--

[Wow!! He's too drunk to form a witty response so instead he just takes a pillow and smacks Randy with it.]

[crimeson]

[laughing, taking the hit and then tackling Rufus!]

[ruinatings]

[UNDIGNIFIED YELL]

[crimeson]

[may be uh. trying to tickle him.]

[ruinatings]

[This has literally never happened to him before. He's so startled that for a moment the laughter bursts out, but then he's trying to stifle it, shoving at Randy with confused alarm.

It's not that it's not... tolerable (fun?)... but he's not used to it and it feels really vulnerable so it freaks him out a bit. He's not trying nearly as hard to push Randy away as he could be but he's definitely tensed up.]

Wh-- stop that!

[crimeson]

[ssstops, given, tension, just resting his chin on Rufus's chest like a dog.]

No good?

[ruinatings]

[This entire situation is the worst. That is, it's really casual and weirdly intimate and Rufus is really distressed to find he kind of likes it.

His heart's racing and he doesn't get it at all. There are so many complicated emotions involved.]

...It's...

[What face is Rufus supposed to wear for this? What's the graceful thing to do? Why does he feel like he doesn't want to tell Randy to get out of his space? He wants to get away! But he also doesn't? Intimacy is threatening and awkward and he doesn't like it. But he also does? Is this friendship? Is this what makes normal people happy? Isn't vulnerability dangerous?

Rufus' face is getting progressively redder but his brain's shorting out so he can't figure out what to say. He's just kind of flopped here with his hands on Randy's shoulders, staring up at the ceiling to avoid looking at his face.]

...It's so... strange.

[crimeson]

But not awful...?

[hesitant, but hopeful. he's sober enough to take in all the details of how Rufus is reacting, but he's... trying not to seem like he's analyzing the poor man or looking for weakness. he knows this must be scary.]