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Whoever Said 'Laughter is the Best Medicine' Never had Gonorrhea
Who: Thorne and Clay
Where: up in a climber tree, roughly a quarter mile from camp
When: Week 1, Day 5, night time
What: observing the local fauna
Rated: TBD--plan on PG for language if nothing else
Clay settled himself between two big branches as twilight turned to full dark. His pockets were full of stones again, and he'd gathered a few larger rocks too, and stashed them nearby in a hollow formed by the intersection of three vine-like trunks. He'd chosen a tree well away from the main one people were using as a place to sleep. Clay intended to get a good look at the Laughers everyone had been talking about. And 'good look' by definition meant seeing the creatures in action. How fast were they? How aggressive? He didn't plan on getting too close, but he wasn't going to just sit up in the high branches and gawk, either. He'd be moving around, probably, swinging from branch to branch like fuckin' Tarzan; he didn't need to be tripping over people.
Plus people trying to sleep would get tired of that shit real fast, probably. Clay didn't need the hassle.
Now there were some kind of weird cackling sounds starting up out there in the dark, far off but getting closer every second. As Clay waited he caught sight of another guy, swinging himself up into the tree.
"Ain't gonna be getting much sleep, you stick around here," he warned, his voice casual. Didn't make any difference to him if the dude wanted to hang out and watch the Laughers too. Just don't come pissing and moaning if Clay disturbed his beauty rest.
Where: up in a climber tree, roughly a quarter mile from camp
When: Week 1, Day 5, night time
What: observing the local fauna
Rated: TBD--plan on PG for language if nothing else
Clay settled himself between two big branches as twilight turned to full dark. His pockets were full of stones again, and he'd gathered a few larger rocks too, and stashed them nearby in a hollow formed by the intersection of three vine-like trunks. He'd chosen a tree well away from the main one people were using as a place to sleep. Clay intended to get a good look at the Laughers everyone had been talking about. And 'good look' by definition meant seeing the creatures in action. How fast were they? How aggressive? He didn't plan on getting too close, but he wasn't going to just sit up in the high branches and gawk, either. He'd be moving around, probably, swinging from branch to branch like fuckin' Tarzan; he didn't need to be tripping over people.
Plus people trying to sleep would get tired of that shit real fast, probably. Clay didn't need the hassle.
Now there were some kind of weird cackling sounds starting up out there in the dark, far off but getting closer every second. As Clay waited he caught sight of another guy, swinging himself up into the tree.
"Ain't gonna be getting much sleep, you stick around here," he warned, his voice casual. Didn't make any difference to him if the dude wanted to hang out and watch the Laughers too. Just don't come pissing and moaning if Clay disturbed his beauty rest.