suddenly: soirée.

[fuckyousoleil]

[On this abnormally cool summer's evening in Camp Fuck You Die, an elaborate tent has been set up just outside the carnival. At 7PM sharp, everything in the carnival lights up - the ferris wheel, the strands of festive lights strung around the Tunnel of Love, even the haunted house are all illuminated. The atmosphere appears to be welcoming,

Comments

[servicewitha]

[in a nice suit]

You look lovely, Cornelia.

[ascendthethorns]

[is the worst wallflower, apparently]

Fuuma.

[servicewitha]

Enjoying your evening?

[ascendthethorns]

Truthfully, I'd prefer spending it elsewhere.

[servicewitha]

Why?

[ascendthethorns]

[Motions to one of the carnival ladies who are presumably walking around.]

I don't trust their motives. I'd rather be someplace where I can be productive. Proactive.

[servicewitha]

Doing what? Wouldn't it be better to be here where they are to gather information, or in case something happens?

[ascendthethorns]

Scouting. Manning the hangars. Preparing the weapons for launch.

[servicewitha]

I can't believe you even have weapons to prepare.

[ascendthethorns]

In what sense?

[servicewitha]

Well, actually I can.

[ascendthethorns]

Make up your mind, Fuuma...

[servicewitha]

I'm just not surprised at how resourceful your family seems to be.

[ascendthethorns]

It does come with the territory.

[servicewitha]

So it would seem.

[ascendthethorns]

Are you not resourceful yourself?