PIIIIIIIPE WREEEEEENCH FIIIIIIIIIGHT

[unrecovered]

Who| Wash and others
What| Murderworld. So much Murderworld.
Where| All over the arena - locations are in toplevels
When| Murderworld! Late day 1, all of day 2, and early day 3
Warnings/Notes| Violence for days. Most of these have been planned using the almighty spreadsheet - if you want to plan something, feel free to poke me on plurk!

Get pulled from a perfectly benign covert mission to be thrown into a bad Hunger Games ripoff run by someone with zero sense of style or humor. Survive, probably on his own, until help comes or he manages to escape. Sure. Okay.

What could possibly go wrong?

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[littlecousin]

It's Nita's turn to hang back. She can hardly be hurt by something as trivial as a campfire...it's just that she has no idea what a person does to light one. Wash seems to know what he's doing, and she sits quietly on a rock with her knees tucked up under her chin, watching. She might even remember how to do this if it ever comes up again.

The flames flare up unusually yellow as the salt on the surface of the driftwood burns, and then settle into the normal orange at the fringes.

"Ha, good job. I'd say it's time for s'mores, but I never want to see a piece of candy again in my life."

[unrecovered]

"Thanks. I haven't done that in..." Wash shakes his head and blinks. He doesn't actually have a defined time for the last time he built a fire - it predates Epsilon by quite a bit. Not being able to remember the specifics of something is unfamiliar (and, admittedly, kind of nice sometimes). "Forever, I think." He stands up, picks up one of the sticks he'd gathered, and heads to the rocks, taking a seat near Nita. The stick's too big for smaller kindling and too small to work as a log, but it might be just right for cooking. He pulls his knife out and starts whittling the stick to a point. (He's pretty sure "put it on a stick against a fire and see what happens" is not how one is supposed to cook shark steaks, but fuck it, he doesn't exactly have any better ideas.) "Really. What'd candy do to you?"

[littlecousin]

While Wash preps his stick, Nita wraps a piece of raw shark in one of his strips of seaweed, and starts eating the assemblage raw like it's the universe's most questionable burrito. She has very dainty table manners for someone sitting on a rock without a single utensil or serviette in sight for miles.

"Oh man, you didn't land in the candy zone yet? It's great for the first fifteen minutes and then the nausea sets in." She's exaggerating for effect and did not in fact make herself sick instantly, though given the way she acts, Wash could be forgiven for not realizing that.

"You want a lollipop? I picked a couple before I left."

[unrecovered]

A few years ago, the shark sashimi burrito would have given Wash pause. Now, however, he has a few years with the Reds and Blues under his belt, and in that time he's definitely seen Grif assemble and eat far less appetizing concoctions. Wash just looks at and goes back to prepping his stick. Wrapping seaweed around the point would probably be a good idea - it'd keep splinters from getting into the shark meat, at least.

He does look up again when Nita answers his question. "There's a candy zone here?" So Arcade is either ripping off board games or Disney movies. Good to know. "Should I ask if there was anything living in it, or do I want to know?" If she tells him she ran into a unicorn named Charlie, he's leaving.

"Sure." Who knows - a quick sugar-induced burst of energy might come in handy later.

[littlecousin]

Nita transfers her breakfast to one hand so she can dig around in her pack with the other.

"I saw some bats, and I made friends with a unicorn." She did not, however, get a name. "And there were some mean elves made of peppermint sticks. They shatter real good if you hit 'em, though. Aha!"

Nita brandishes one of those enormous swirl lollipops in rainbow stripes. Somehow, amazingly, it's not broken.

[unrecovered]

"Of course there's a candy unicorn." Why wouldn't there be a candy unicorn. Evidently Arcade has taken to ripping off internet shorts that are hundreds of years old, which is arguably worse than ripping off board games. (At least she didn't say its name is Charlie, so he's not going anywhere.)

All work on his cooking stick comes to a complete stop as Nita pulls a giant lollipop out of her bag. It's the size of Wash's head, and miraculously unbroken. For a moment, all he can do is stare. "How did you get that here in one piece?"

[littlecousin]

"Wrapped it in my spare shirt."

Nita shrugs as though that should have been obvious. She is only wearing the t-shirt, duh. As far as she's concerned it would have been weirder if the lollipop had broken. It's not like she got in any fights while carrying the pack, after all.

Also, she's basically a Disney princess and this kind of thing happens around her a lot.

[unrecovered]

Wash is about as far from Disney as you could possibly get, so yeah, this is pretty damn weird.

But Nita essentially comes from another planet in terms of weirdness, so. It's really not worth contemplating too deeply. He quirks an eyebrow and accepts the lollipop, taking the time to place it in his own bag before going back to his stick, smoothly and carefully wrapping the point and top half in seaweed. "Okay. Thanks."

[littlecousin]

Nita has a mouthful of shark-rito, so she just waggles the fingers on one hand in a little wave of acknowledgement.

She's finished her sashimi before Wash's own dinner is cooked, so she licks her fingers--it's charming when she does it, okay--and once again starts going through her backpack. At least this time she produces something Wash will approve of unequivocally: a magazine full of rifle bullets. She also grabs the rifle itself.

"Uh, might want to rinse off the stock. It's all sticky."

Blood does get sticky, but it's hard to tell what is exactly is coating the butt of the rifle underneath all the red sand adhering to it. Besides, blood would be way too normal a thing to find on a weapon Nita owns.