- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- One post per day
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, A bit of horror, magical, and almost everything.
Scary stories, marshmallows, and a roaring campfire made for the perfect first night of their camping trip. Sylvia listened intently as she nibbled on a s'more while Vance had been fully invested in whatever stories Reyna spun, almost forgetting about his s'mores in favor of reacting to all of her spooks. Once they got back to the tent, Vance had been ready to start settling down for the night. He almost let Lev go with a casual, "Okay, see you later!" when he remembered what Reyna had said. He needed to keep Lev in the tent at all costs until they could properly talk to him. Realizing Lev was starting to leave and he was going to fail in his mission, Vance jumped at Lev with a screamed out "NO!" and tackled him back into the tent.
For a few moments, Vance just sat on top of Lev, keeping him pinned to the ground. He needed to think fast about what to do to keep Lev in the tent. "No, you can't leave yet! Because..." He looked around the tent, trying to think of some reason, something he could do to convince Lev to stay. "Because..." He spotted the plethora of pillows the Slaters had allowed them to bring. "Because we need to have a pillow fight! It's part of camp tradition! It's almost as important as having s'mores and listening to spooky stories!" With a quick hand, Vance had grabbed one of his squishiest pillows and whacked Lev over the head with it. He was still straddling Lev awkwardly, but hopefully the pillow fight would convince Lev to stay in the tent long enough for Reyna to come over and give him her talking to.
Meanwhile in the girls' tent, Sylvia was just putting away her prosthetics when Reyna spoke up. She smiled and settled into her own little cocoon of blankets and pillows. "Yeah, they went pretty well. At first Lev tried to get me to leave, but I just wouldn't budge. I talked to him about some silly stories about the falls here and a little bit about my brother. Being back home and going camping with you guys reminded me of him so he was on my mind when I started to talk to Lev. He didn't really respond for a while before deciding to be an absolute drama queen and jumping into the river. He said, 'If you're gonna treat me like a wet blanket, at least let me get into the mood first!' Gods, he just can be so much sometimes!" Sylvia shook her head, curling up a bit as she tried to wrap herself further in her bundle of blankets. She was shivering, she knew she was, but she tried to hide it with the mass of blankets. Sure, she loved the changing leaves of fall and camping out in the middle of them, but having metal limbs and sleeping in a thin tent left her shivering worse than a wet cat. She really needed to get some better pajamas so she wouldn't have to try and cocoon herself all the time, but she just didn't have time. Besides, she could deal with a little bit of cold if she got to have fun with her team.
For a few moments, Vance just sat on top of Lev, keeping him pinned to the ground. He needed to think fast about what to do to keep Lev in the tent. "No, you can't leave yet! Because..." He looked around the tent, trying to think of some reason, something he could do to convince Lev to stay. "Because..." He spotted the plethora of pillows the Slaters had allowed them to bring. "Because we need to have a pillow fight! It's part of camp tradition! It's almost as important as having s'mores and listening to spooky stories!" With a quick hand, Vance had grabbed one of his squishiest pillows and whacked Lev over the head with it. He was still straddling Lev awkwardly, but hopefully the pillow fight would convince Lev to stay in the tent long enough for Reyna to come over and give him her talking to.
Meanwhile in the girls' tent, Sylvia was just putting away her prosthetics when Reyna spoke up. She smiled and settled into her own little cocoon of blankets and pillows. "Yeah, they went pretty well. At first Lev tried to get me to leave, but I just wouldn't budge. I talked to him about some silly stories about the falls here and a little bit about my brother. Being back home and going camping with you guys reminded me of him so he was on my mind when I started to talk to Lev. He didn't really respond for a while before deciding to be an absolute drama queen and jumping into the river. He said, 'If you're gonna treat me like a wet blanket, at least let me get into the mood first!' Gods, he just can be so much sometimes!" Sylvia shook her head, curling up a bit as she tried to wrap herself further in her bundle of blankets. She was shivering, she knew she was, but she tried to hide it with the mass of blankets. Sure, she loved the changing leaves of fall and camping out in the middle of them, but having metal limbs and sleeping in a thin tent left her shivering worse than a wet cat. She really needed to get some better pajamas so she wouldn't have to try and cocoon herself all the time, but she just didn't have time. Besides, she could deal with a little bit of cold if she got to have fun with her team.