where are we?
who: Connor, Chase and Justin where: campsite when: morning
Chase rolled over in his sleep, one arm flinging out to his right like he normally would on the large bed he'd fallen asleep on, only to make contact with another person. That pulled him from sleep enough to realize he hadn't gone to bed with someone and no one should be that close. He hadn't even gone to bed with someone before he wound up in the hotel. That wasn't his thing really. It wasn't like he met the best of people. Between the strip club full of mafia men and the porn set where was he going to to meet someone real? Nowhere. So dating wasn't a thing that Chase did. He pulled his hand away and blinked, realizing he wasn't in bed with someone just next to them on a straw mat, in a tent. A stranger, sleeping next to him. This was loads of not good.
Connor stirred when someone made contact with him, and he opened his eyes a moment later, realizing that he had to have fallen off the bed. Because holy shit was he uncomfortable. Groaning slightly, he moved and looked around, blinking at two other dudes. Also a tent, and straw mat, and... “What the fuck?” he said aloud, voice scratchy as he rubbed at his eye. He was hoping to get the 'two dudes in a tent' out of it.
Justin stirred, going from sleeping soundly to wide awake in an instant as he heard the swearing. That was never good. Especially when he was certain he had gone to sleep alone. He sat up in what apparently passed for a bed and looked at the other two. “O….kay? Anyone have any ideas?” he asked. Chase was doing his best to seem smaller, trying to avoid the swearing, scruffy guy next to him and a confrontation on touching people he shouldn't. "No," he told the third man, looking up and trying to keep his eyes from going wide but damn. That was gorgeous. Not that scruffy wasn't in his own way, but seriously, bachelor number two was about as classically handsome as it got. "I don't remember going to bed in a tent," he added feeling like that was important.
Connor opted to deal with the circumstances by exiting the tent. He got out and walked a few paces away before looking around at all. When he did, he noticed the fact that they were in the middle of what...The woods? "Seriously?" He muttered as he tried to get his bearings.
Justin headed out after Connor, looking around them. "Okay, not exactly what I figured I'd find behind door number two," he said, shaking his head. There was a noise and he looked round, seeing four horses tethered not far away.
Chase didn’t want to be left behind, so he was up as well, but he didn’t get much further than a few steps before he was looking down at this clothes. “What on earth are we wearing?” he asked, then looked around at their things before he joined them outside. “This is...not the hotel.”
Connor glanced down at the suggestion of weird clothes and found that the guy was right. This was weird. "No clue what's happening here, anyone else have an answer?"
Justin felt like they were going round in circles, each looking to the others for an answer. He shook his head. “No clue, but by the looks of things, we’re traveling,” he said, running his eyes over everything. “This all feels temporary. The set up, everything. Nothing about what’s here suggests anything but we got here last night, maybe a couple of days at best. The clothes and the fact we apparently have horses doesn’t scream ‘camping trip’ either. So, I guess the question is - do we stay here, or do we try and find out where we were headed to?”
Chase looked around, ducking back into the tent to look at their things. "I think camping trip is really far off," he said, finding a shield and pulling it out to show them. "Unless you think that people are in a habit of camping like we're living in the dark ages..."
Connor shrugged. "There's fuck all here. Let's go," he suggested. None of this shit was his, he wasn't feeling packing up, and taking off seemed like a better plan. Who knew where they were.
Justin reached up and pulled the fingers of both hands through his hair, leaving them bunched against the back of his hand as he exhaled. Fuck. Okay, you can do this, he told himself firmly. He looked around the makeshift campsite. “Right, we need to put out the fire - we can’t leave that. We should probably take the tent with us. I can get that packed up.” He saw no reason to leave shelter behind when they didn’t know how far they were going to have to travel. He looked around at the real source of his anxiety. The horses. “...Anyone know how to ride? Or are we on foot?”
Chase drifted towards his things or what was near him at least and started gathering it up, just in case. At mention of the horses he looked over that way and shook his head “Uhh no, but seems silly to leave them...doesn’t it?”
“I do,” Connor said. He had walked up to them, reaching out to pat the neck of the nearest one. When the other guy said he didn't know how, he looked back at them both. “You two going to walk it, or risk it?” he asked. “If you're nervous, I suggest you walk.”
Justin eyed the horses again. “How about we get them loaded up with pack?” he suggested. “I assume that that’s what one of them’s for anyhow.” He looked to Chase. “I don’t know about you, but I think I’m gonna walk for a while.” He looked back to Connor. “Maybe I can lead one?” he suggested. “Get used to it. Or it can get used to me? Anyhow - maybe, eventually, if it looks like we have a way to go, you could show me the basics?”
Chase considered the horse, the other men and shook his head. "I can lead one too I think. Better than leaving them behind." He followed Conner's lead though as drifted closer to one of the horses, letting it smell him. He remembered them from life at home, but since he'd been run out of town he hadn't even thought of them. "Where'd you learn to ride?" He asked Connor.
Connor shrugged. “Around, during childhood. A lot of times there wasn't much to do,” he admitted. “I'll take point then, I guess. I could scout around while the camp gets broken down, be back in twenty or so,” he suggested.
“Makes sense,” Justin said. It was good to know what was around and, hell, he knew he’d probably get lost in all these trees. Give him a clear sky and a horizon and he could get you anywhere you wanted to go with near pinpoint accuracy, but in this? Who the hell knew. Shaking his head, he moved toward the fire. That he could deal with.
Chase grew up somewhere where there wasn't a lot to do, but horseback riding hadn't been one of those things to do to fill the time. Of course what he'd done to fill the time was what had gotten him thrown out of the town in high school, but that was a different story. "Go for it. We can pack up."
Connor nodded, then mounted the horse, starting to head out for a quick look around.