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come_sailaway2022-06-10 12:13 am
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Entry tags:
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JUNE EVENT: CAMP
early on June 10th, Friday's morning announcements end with a request for everyone going on the latest excursion to meet her in the atrium. she seems in noticeably better spirits than she had been last time, and she leads them cheerfully to the tender. once they are all aboard, and the door is securely shut, the interior fills with gas, and, perhaps, their last thought before they slip into unconsciousness is "oh shit, not again."
passengers wake up on a rickety old school bus, driving down a dirt road surrounded by woods. what is it that they notice first? that, no matter what they were wearing before, they are now wearing a camp t-shirt and legitimately horrifyingly short shorts? the overstuffed backpack between their knees? the words "take one down and pass it around" dying on their lips? the fact that Friday is absolutely driving the bus?
or, maybe the fact that it's already slowing down, pulling up in front of a massive wooden sign, saying:
when they get out of the bus, Friday is the one to divide them up into their cabin groups, and she is the one to give the counselors their very official-looking clipboards and whistles. she explains that they are in charge, and that she will be back to pick them up in a week, and... very little else. she responds to nothing outside of whatever is on her unseen little script, and she gets back on the bus shortly after, leaving them there.
welcome to camp. let's make some summer memories!
passengers wake up on a rickety old school bus, driving down a dirt road surrounded by woods. what is it that they notice first? that, no matter what they were wearing before, they are now wearing a camp t-shirt and legitimately horrifyingly short shorts? the overstuffed backpack between their knees? the words "take one down and pass it around" dying on their lips? the fact that Friday is absolutely driving the bus?
or, maybe the fact that it's already slowing down, pulling up in front of a massive wooden sign, saying:
CAMP AION
when they get out of the bus, Friday is the one to divide them up into their cabin groups, and she is the one to give the counselors their very official-looking clipboards and whistles. she explains that they are in charge, and that she will be back to pick them up in a week, and... very little else. she responds to nothing outside of whatever is on her unseen little script, and she gets back on the bus shortly after, leaving them there.
welcome to camp. let's make some summer memories!
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Sorry, Ed, you've ended up having drinks with the most sappily romantic man in the world. Watson shares that bittersweet smile. "Well, carving hearts in trees aside. I can't throw stones, there, I've done it myself."
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Well, this is his punishment for pulling a knife on Watson's mustache. But, see, now he's intrigued and invested in Watson's part of this story. Who has your literal or metaphorical tree-heart, Watson?
"Have you really... Who's the lucky son-of-a-bitch?"
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"I've always been the sort of man to fall in love hard, often, and wholeheartedly," he says, with only a small amount of embarrassment, "so I could probably give you a list, or at least one very unhappy tree, but the man I was thinking of... ah, well. His name is Sherlock Holmes, he was a brilliant detective, fate threw us together when, I think, we were both rather friendless and alone, and we were the closest and most intimate of friends for many years. Of course," Watson continues, "I don't think he was interested in romance with anyone at all, but I would have followed him to the ends of the earth. Even after I married, that was true."
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"Sorry." Holmes feels like a past-tense, and not just because Watson is currently here. Is the man dead?
"How do you do the, uh," he kind of waves his hand like 'fill in the blank' before supplying: "wholeheartedly thing?"
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He has a vague notion that Ed is, like himself, someone who builds walls around himself to keep people at arm's length. Watson's walls are all external charm and friendliness and caring aimed outwards, and Ed's are more along the lines of being a scary bastard, but they accomplish the same thing in the end. It's protective.
"I think what I mean," he says, "is that there are very few people I let see my entire soul. When I love someone, I hold nothing back. I let them see me, and I live for them as much as for myself. Their happiness is my happiness. You will be wounded, loving like that. It will hurt, and if you are parted from them you will feel you have lost a piece of your own heart. But what you get back from someone, loving like that... well. I never regret it."