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savetheearth2013-08-25 01:08 pm
not_good_not_wicked) wrote in savetheearth2013-08-25 01:08 pm
Trying to forget about the school year [log]
Who: Anyone who might have seen or heard about this post
What: Children behaving irresponsibly. Again.
Where: In the woods.
When: A balmy August night a few days before high school starts up again.
Warning: Booze.
It was a bit of a hike to get out there, granted. A bit of a hike through dark, wet forest with spooky trees. But this time Marisa had added some strips of reflective tape marking the trail to the spot.
"The spot" was at the base of a huge tree about half a mile into the woods. While most of the rest of the forest was muddy at best, this area was relatively flat and dry. You could sit without getting your butt dirty. There was an ice chest, a folding table, a campfire, a lantern, a few board games, and a bag of cookies. Hopefully, some other people brought food, because Marisa didn't.
[The next morning...]
For those who were so inclined, or for those who were too intoxicated to find their way home (if anyone drove, Marisa arranged so that someone who wasn't drinking took all the keys and kept track of them to make sure no one tried to drive drunk. She's irresponsible, but at least she's responsible about it.), Marisa's home was available for sleepovers. She could fit one or two people in her room (girls only.), and maybe three or four in the living room downstairs, though finding enough pillows or blankets might be tricky and you'll have to fight over who gets the couch.
As it turn out, both these rooms were facing east. That meant that at seven AM the sun came up, blasted through the windows and nailed the tired, possibly hungover party-goers like the wrath of god.
What: Children behaving irresponsibly. Again.
Where: In the woods.
When: A balmy August night a few days before high school starts up again.
Warning: Booze.
It was a bit of a hike to get out there, granted. A bit of a hike through dark, wet forest with spooky trees. But this time Marisa had added some strips of reflective tape marking the trail to the spot.
"The spot" was at the base of a huge tree about half a mile into the woods. While most of the rest of the forest was muddy at best, this area was relatively flat and dry. You could sit without getting your butt dirty. There was an ice chest, a folding table, a campfire, a lantern, a few board games, and a bag of cookies. Hopefully, some other people brought food, because Marisa didn't.
[The next morning...]
For those who were so inclined, or for those who were too intoxicated to find their way home (if anyone drove, Marisa arranged so that someone who wasn't drinking took all the keys and kept track of them to make sure no one tried to drive drunk. She's irresponsible, but at least she's responsible about it.), Marisa's home was available for sleepovers. She could fit one or two people in her room (girls only.), and maybe three or four in the living room downstairs, though finding enough pillows or blankets might be tricky and you'll have to fight over who gets the couch.
As it turn out, both these rooms were facing east. That meant that at seven AM the sun came up, blasted through the windows and nailed the tired, possibly hungover party-goers like the wrath of god.
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Oh. I, uh. Sorry.
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Maybe like. That's what this whole deal is? We have to save the earth because like. It's atoning. Or something. For murders and rampant ablism.
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[MORE CUDDLING.]
But whatever the deal is, it doesn't change who we are now.
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[Cheeksmooch!]
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[ DSAS;GLKSFD;S. Do you know what the ~*wings of freedom*~ represent
THEY REPRESENT A GREAT PLACE TO HIDE EMBARRASSED BLUSHYFACES IS WHAT ]
You're preshing again! Where people can see.
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[He'd kiss the top of her head all presh and romantic like, but he's kind of afraid the hair would devour him.]
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I mean um ]
Oh will you! Sounds kind of presumptuous to me, dude. Also potentially dangerous to my health? I can't let you do it all you want or I'd never eat or sleep or whatever.
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All two of them.
[ SNRKBOOP ]
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[That sounds legit, right? Yeah. Legit.]
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[That is, in fact, precisely what he is.]
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[ EYEROLL. Okay. Okay, she got this. ]
Okay. So. What was the last thing that made you laugh? Like, actually laugh. Please note that if you can't remember anything I am going to judge you just a tiny little bit. Just a bit. Little bit. Littleittlebittlebit.
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[Hold on, he has to think about this a bit.]
Back at Ryan's first aid lesson thing, he suggested that we should all get t-shirts with labels like his "team dad" shirt.
[Granted, Alan's weaksauce snickering at that might not really count as actually laughing, but shut up.]
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Man, that. Sounds like a riot. You sure know how to tell 'em, Alan. Wow.
...You're not ticklish, are you? [ >83c ]
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...Uh. I don't know.
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[ SURPRISE UNDERARM TICKLE ATTACK YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! ]
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Hehehehey! Stop thahahahahaat!
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[ Yeah no she's not stopping
SHE HAS GONE MAD WITH TICKLEPOWER
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!! ]
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[ There is now tummytickling. DOES THAT WORK AS WELL GOSH THIS IS AN ADVENTURE ]
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[IT WORKS EVEN BETTER!! SO MUCH GIGGLING]
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Did you just giggle.
[ STARES AT HANDS
SUCH UMIMAGINABLE POWER
8O
8OOOOOOOO ]
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No. I don't giggle.
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