JUNE OPEN LOG

[sailmods]

[but, hey: you shouldn't be left out of the camping fun just because you didn't think to sign up, or you only got here yesterday, or actually you only got here today and you have no idea what's going on! because the camp can come to YOU!

meaning, shortly after seeing the others off, Friday returns to the atrium and begins setting up a few items she's brought from... somewhere, one assumes? a pup tent. two sleeping bags. a tent stove. s'mores accoutrements. there's a fake potted plant that she decided looked enough like a tree. all pushed together in the middle of the atrium.

at her spot behind the desk, she looks visibly pleased with herself. she's doing her best.]

Comments

[ex_heaved685]

Tommy Bahama? You mean the big-ass shirt store?

[ Their tastes wildly differ, apparently. Vi likes the shirts a lot, and doesn't understand that in some places, the context of clothing is very important. ]

What's wrong with them? They're more comfortable than wearing a jacket to dinner.

[businessorlibation]

They're a little...loud? I don't tend to favor strong colors and patterns in my wardrobe.

[He's trying not to be an overt asshole about those hideous shirts.]

[ex_heaved685]

Only thing loud is your opinion.

[ It comes out a little more waspish than she was intended. There's a principal in prison: give no one a reason to bother you, and give everyone a reason to avoid you. It's a cycle she's stuck in, but it's different here. There's s'mores for one.

There's no reason Vi should be making enemies. ]

I didn't... mean that. Sorry. Your opinion is perfect volume... I'm just weirded-out stressed, you know?