come_sailaway | JUNE OPEN LOG

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JUNE OPEN LOG

[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.]

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His own marshmallow is all but abandoned at that request. He pulls it out of the fire and sets it aside - cooked or no.

Two crackers and a strip of chocolate are grabbed from the nearby provisions and assembled accordingly. Emet-Selch scoots himself closer to his friend and nods toward the 'bottom' half of the smore. "Place it here." He instructs. "Then you will be able to sample one of the most famous - and messy - desserts on offer for trips such as this."

Even if it is messy, there is a modicum of delight in his voice. He gets to see Hythlodaeus try something new and enjoyable after so long.

Placing his marshmallow where instructed, Hythlodaeus smiles a little at the way they're sitting so close together- even if it's only for a moment, and for something so innocent as making food.

"Well now, you're raising my hopes quite a bit. Is it famous for being messy, or because it is good?"

Well, he gets to figure that out now. He bites into the smore, and as expected it oozes- but Hythlodaeus' face lights up. He finishes his mouthful before talking, at least.

"Goodness! It's so... sweet. But it is delicious!" He grins, chocolate and marshmallow around his mouth- which he tries to wipe away, with varying degrees of success.

The corner of Emet-Selches lips turn up just a little in seeing his friend enjoy it so much. Even so, he makes a small 'ugh' noise and makes to find something to help clean up with. "It is more of a mess than I remember."

He manages to find a white cloth - perhaps they anticipated such mess - and he lifts it as if to momentarily debate cleaning his friend's face, but he holds it out to Hythlodaeus instead. "...Here."

He notes the way Emet-Selch changes his mind, but he doesn't say anything for once. He simply takes the cloth and nods in thanks.

"It is messy... but truly, I am enjoying it immensely!" He finishes the treat quickly, before wiping at his mouth to get the marshmallow and chocolate off. He has crumbs on his robes too- which he brushes away carelessly.

"Now it is your turn." Oh, to see Emet-Selch try to eat a smore would be amusing...

There is protest by way of visual apprehension. He gathers the same items, assembles them in the same way (with his partially toasted marshmallow to boot), and looks at the assembled dessert as if it were certain to betray him at any moment.

Emet-Selch tries his best to take the smallest bite of a single corner so that it doesn't end in a mess, which only assures all the layers smoosh together in a way that oozes out on all other sides and all over his hands.

"Oh, for the love of - " So much for remaining eminently graceful. "Can we do naught else but the undesirable camping activities?"

Laughing, Hythlodaeus offers up the cloth Emet-Selch had passed to him.

"Excellent work as always, my friend." Still chuckling, he can't help but to be amused at the sight of the esteemed Emet-Selch of the Convocation with chocolate all over his hands.

"I see nothing undesirable about this. I think it quite amusing. But if you would do something else, what do you have in mind?"

A cloth would do nothing for the perpetual stickiness that would result from such a thing. So though he takes the cloth in one hand, a bottle of water is firmly in the other. He busies himself with the messy task of cleaning and all but abandons the smore.

"A nap sounds pleasant." He says while bitterly trying to clean his hands. "Though I can't imagine how sleeping on this floor would ever be pleasant."

Well if Emet-Selch isn't going to eat it, Hythlodaeus will. He picks it up and takes a bite, smirking as more sticky marshmallow gets on his hands.

"A nap? Please, we did not come out here to sleep on the floor." The smore is demolished quickly, and he shrugs as he realises some of the chocolate got on his robes.

"Oh dear... you wouldn't mind cleaning this mess up, would you?" He smiles sweetly at his friend.

As if he were going to eat the rest of the dreadful thing anyway...

Just as quickly as he undoes one mess another is made. Emet-Selch gives his friend the flattest look when asked to clean it. "I am not your chambermaid." He grumbles in protest.

Despite his grumblings, he gestures with a flourish of his hand and the mess all but disappears with a glint of light. "See that you are more careful next time or you will have to live with whatever mess you make."

But as for things to do... "There is naught else that can be done in a camp such as this. No flora to explore, no fauna to admire, no stars overhead. Not even the plants are authentic." He sees you over there, fake plant.

"You are not my chambermaid, but you are my dearest friend who would not suffer to let me walk around in soiled robes."

And as expected, Emet-Selch cleans it up for him. Grinning, Hythlodaeus shrugs. "I suppose you have a point, but haven't we always made our own fun in situations like this? Goodness, we could make the flora and fauna on our own if we so pleased."

But Hythlodaeus can't say he particularly wants to create all manner of creatures that will only scamper away, especially when their aether is so limited here. He'd rather save it for if he needs it.

"Well, if the camping does not please you, why don't we go find something else to do? I think we should try one of the bars, personally." He nudges Emet-Selch with his shoulder. "Only for a few drinks... I'm hardly suggesting we drink ourselves silly. But perhaps we could stand to loosen up a little, hmm?"

He looks on suspiciously. 'We' should try them, 'we' can create, 'we' should loosen up - All a bit presumptuous in his opinion. Though he could not argue that he would have it phrased in any other way.

Emet-Selch stands from the uncomfortable seat and enjoys a little bit of relief from its stiffness.

"Fine. At present, It seems like the lesser of two evils." He says with a sigh. "And I doubt you have suggested it without some manner of premeditation." If Hythlodaeus brought it up he was no doubt thinking of exploring it anyway. Best to do that with one another.

Though drinks often lead to sharing of stories and... there is so much he's left unsaid about what had happened in the past. Much that he does not like the idea of sharing.

Hythlodaeus stands too, nodding. "I had wanted to explore the bars, aye. But not alone."

So he's relieved when Emet-Selch agrees. It's all very well drinking with a stranger, but he would feel far more comfortable doing so with a trusted friend at first.

"Come, we must make for the promenade first, I believe."

"You seem to be rather knowledgeable of where it is given how long ago you arrived." It's said with a knowing arch of his brow. Clearly, someone had wanted to 'explore' enough to have made a mental note on where to go.

"Come. Let us make our way." He turns in the direction of the Promenade. Or was it the other direction...? Hm.

"I recall that much, but not much else I'm afraid. Though I do know that we can get to it via the lift..."

He takes Emet-Selch by the hand briefly to tug him over in the right direction, though considering there's a lift on either end of the ship they surely would have found their way there even if they went the other way. Of course he soon lets go, though deep down he wishes he didn't have to.

There is notably no protest as he is led away from the 'camping' area. While Emet-Selch's frequent grumblings certainly make his displeasures known, his silence could often speak just as loudly. This serves as one of those very intentional allowances as he walks alongside his friend, hand in hand, giving their hands an endeared squeeze before he lets go. It's accompanied by the briefest of fond looks of encouragement before looking elsewhere. As if he could see such wishes as clearly as the colors of his soul.

He lets out a sigh as he puts a hand to his chin and examines some of the leaflets stuck to the nearby wall. Perhaps there is a map they could use posted on the wall...? "If there is any consolation, it is that you need not see to the strangeness of this ship alone."

The look Hades gives him makes his heart flutter a little, and he looks away if only to hide his stupid smile.

"But of course. And the same goes for you, my friend... you needn't be alone if it doesn't suit you."

Emet-Selch has, of course, been alone for thousands of years. And so has Hythlodaeus, though he would argue his experience wasn't as harrowing. But knowing that neither of them need to be without the other anymore... it's a comfort.

But, ah... a map. Good. Hythlodaeus traces the path they must take with his finger, then nods to himself.

"All right, deck five it is... we can take the nearest elevator and be quite close."

One could argue that teleporting them there would suit the purpose, but there's a charm to walking in the company of another that efficiency could not provide.

"Aye. I could be alone if it suited me." He repeats to deliberately point out the fact that he is not, therefore it does not. Yet another deliberate choice.

With that said, Emet-Selch briefly slips a hand around Hythlodaeus' waist to coax him in the direction they need to go before moving toward the elevator. "With me." It's a very quick and affectionate motion but not commented on further than that. "You have not told me where your accommodations are on the ship?"

Hythlodaeus follows Emet-Selch with a smile, leaning into the touch before it's taken away.

"Ah, I am in cabin 139. I share with a fellow called Nostradamus. And yourself?"

If he wants to bother Emet-Selch, he needs to know where he stays. Though he could find him via soul sight easily, it's probably for the best that Emet-Selch tells him himself. Not everything has to be solved with his gift, after all!

"Ugh." He grumbles in complaint. "I was provided a room, but I will not share a room with someone I know nothing of." And introductions to correct the problem? No thank you.

"Why not? You may make a friend in the process. I believe Nostradamus and I get along quite well."

Well, they get along well enough for two people thrust upon a ghost ship from different times and places.

"Wherever will you sleep, then?"

They reach the elevator and Emet-Selch presses the button to take them to another floor. Now they need to wait for it to arrive.

In the meantime, he shrugs his shoulders. "If I can't find something to my liking then I will create something to my liking." In other words he isn't entirely sure.

"You haven't a clue, then. Noted." Shrugging in response, he smiles.

"Would that we could share a room together... alas, I don't think it possible. We will manage just fine, however. This I'm sure of."

It's not like they can't visit each other in their respective rooms, after all.

Emet-Selch lets out an indignant huff in response and crosses his arms to match. It shows his displeasure with the statement well enough even if he doesn't remark on it. No, he doesn't know, but that doesn't mean he has to point it out so plainly.

The elevator arrives with a ding and he steps into it while expectantly waiting for Hythlodaeus to follow.

"Be that as it may," He motions his hand in the air and summons a simple shield spell around Hythlodaeus. Maintaining much more potent spells had never proved to be difficult, the least he could do is try and be cautious with someone so important. "I would rather err on the side of preparedness."

Perhaps the notes warning did have him somewhat...concerned.

He smiles warmly at the spell- a thoughtful gesture, one that plainly shows that Emet-Selch cares. He waits for the lift to start moving before leaning against the wall, posture relaxed in contract to Emet-Selch's stiff stance.

"Are you expecting to be accosted on the way to get drinks? Well, I do suppose you have a point. It wouldn't do to let our guard down too much in such a strange place."

When the doors open again he steps out and waits for Emet-Selch to follow before looking around curiously.

"Now then, I am sure there has to be a place to get drinks somewhere around here..."

Caution has not been something he has taken into great consideration in the past. Usually he had the advantage of time or immortality to consider. Here, though, he is quite aware that he has someone to lose. That more than anything will make him take considerations he might not have made before.

When it's over cautionary existence is pointed out, however, he merely looks off.

"This way." He says in an effort to guide the conversation (and the direction they head) away from having to answer the question he was asked. "Perhaps when we find you the drink you so eagerly seek, we should consider beginning with something easily consumed."

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