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[drama8om8]

Who: Any teenagerly types enticed by Octavia's post
What: Searching for clues/giant pink birds during the day, camping out and being idiot teenagers at night. Also truth or dare and consumption of german beer. Oh em gee.
When: October 10th
Where: Around Füssen
Warnings: Alcohol? Will update if necessary!

[ If there's any better way of dealing with hard times than escapist shenaniganry, Octavia certainly doesn't know about it. Let's be real - the real motivation for this trip is the partying. And the lack of responsibility. And the drinks and snacks.

Still - finding the mystery bird monster ahead of time would be rad. In pursuit of this, anyone who meets up with octavia at the start of the day will be given an Awesome Adventurer's Kit (tm) - a small package consisting of a shitty two dollar compass, a notepad, a pen and a poorly-made swiss army knife.

Those things could be useful, okay. God. ]

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[charcoalfeather]

A few thoughts went through Rakka's sleep and alcohol addled mind. She... wasn't entirely sure what was happening, or what she was supposed to do, given the situation.

"...Am I... dreaming?"

This kind of feels like a dream she had once.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

"Don't think so...." She lifts her head briefly, looking around the tent before flopping back down. Away from the fire, she's becoming more aware of the chilly night air and she wraps her arms around herself, tucking her hands in her jacket. "Think one've us picked the wrong tent."

Probably her. She should... probably get up and move but it was kind of comfortable here. And between the drinking and still recovering from her injuries, she didn't really want to get up and move.

"Jus' gimme a minute 'n I'll get outta your hair."

[charcoalfeather]

"Mmm..." Rakka felt herself shiver as a breeze crept in from the open tent flap. That was something she'd probably have to deal with eventually. Probably.


"...You don't have to go..." Rakka mumbled, some, non-drunk part of her mind thankful that in the low light her reddened face was obscured. "You can stay, I guess. If you want."

[guitar_case_vagabond]

"'Kay." That seemed to be enough of an invitation for Raye as a second later, she's kicking her sneakers off, apparently deciding to stick around.

That's about when that breeze comes in and gets a shiver from her too. The fuck? Oh, right, fucking... tent flap.

"Son of a...." She grumbles and shuffles up, crawling over to paw at the zipper and cursing away under her breath the whole time before she manages to pull the thing shut. "Better...."

And with that done for she flops right back down next to Rakka's sleeping bag.

[charcoalfeather]

"Mmngh...." Rakka grumbled in response, snuggling into her sleeping bag. It was probably some sort of confirmation noise that drunk people understood. Clearly.

There's silence for about a minute before blearily, Rakka pokes her head up again.

"Hey, Raye...?"

[guitar_case_vagabond]

Message received loud and clear. For now, she just lies down and tucks her arms in her sleeves again, curling up a bit.

That minute ticks by and she's just starting to sort out the spinning tent thing enough to start to fall asleep when Rakka speaks up.

"Hmrrgh?" She looks up, blinking a bit. "Yeah...? What's up?"

[charcoalfeather]

Rakka's gaze was soft, managing to focus on Raye in the low light her halo provided. She looked as though she was frowning, something that may or may not have been a trick of the light.

"...Are you okay?"

[guitar_case_vagabond]

She looks across the short distance between them, blinking a little bit. She catches the concern in Rakka's face, even in her current but whether she gets what she's asking or not isn't clear.

"Yeah." She answers, shifting her eyes away. "Things're kinda spinning a little but I think I just need to sleep it off, y'know?"

[charcoalfeather]

"Mmm. Yeah..." Rakka wasn't in the right kind of mind to fully process things, but she was trying to give her focus to Raye.

She was silent for a moment longer until, "I'm here for you, Raye. I... I care a lot about... you...."

Her strength spent, Rakka drifted off to sleep mid-sentence.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

"Hmm?"

Sadly, things were catching up to Raye as well and by the time Rakka finished her sentence she had already dropped off and missed the last part entirely.

Subconsciously though, she did scoot a little closer in her sleep. It was still pretty damn chilly in this tent without her sleeping bag....