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.]

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[lachtara]

He narrows his eyes at the obvious implications behind the gestures and tone. Fear gripped them, and fear is a powerful motivator.

"So you are satisfied to live like this?"

[businessorlibation]

"Satisfied? Ha, no. But this isn't my first time being a prisoner in a gilded cage. I know how to endure. How to find the little joys where I might otherwise completely lose hope."

He glances away from Emet quietly, almost ashamed by the implication of his words. Yes, Johnny is scared. He's lived with fear for years.

[lachtara]

His expression softens by only a touch. People in terrible situations would inherently adapt to them, but whether those adaptations are for better or for worse can be very situational.

He sighs through his nose and oh-so-reluctantly glances at the camping setup nearby. There's an obvious pause as he seems to consider something. "What do you have left that needs tending for this 'campsite'?" Fine, he'll try to be 'nice'.

[businessorlibation]

"Friday only gave us the one tent, so I'm trying to set up a few blanket forts and other little tents, just in case anyone else wants to hang out in the atrium for a bit. I was thinking of setting up one that could fit two people over here, using those chairs for structure."

He gestures to where he's envisioning it, helpfully.

"If you can help me drape the blanket over the other chair, that'd be great."

[lachtara]

He's half a mind to 'help' by creating something to that description with magic, but the experience of menial living seems like the point. Perhaps creating something would ruin the intention.

So he retrieves the blanket and begins doing what was suggested.

"Perhaps you would indulge me with a name if I am going to help build your campsite." He says by way of asking for an introduction.

[businessorlibation]

"Ah, nuts, forgot that part I suppose. Johnny Summer. Any you are?"

He offers a warm, easy smile as he goes through the process of setting up the fort, and then adding a couple pillows on the inside.

[lachtara]

"I am Emet-Selch." He offers a polite dip of his head, but nothing more visibly pleasant than that. "I've arrived only recently on this ship, as you may likely have surmised."