TIME FOR BEER

[putyaswordson]

[ it's a nice, warm summer evening in camp. and even with impending... plot stuff approaching, there is beer and other assorted types of alcohol waiting to be drunk.

time for beer? time for beer. ]

(TOUCH EACH OTHER, I CAN ONLY LAST SO LONG, will be slow because I forget how to thread or something silly)

Comments

[fruitophile]

[ my senses tell me I should be here ]

A gift from camp, it looks like. ♦

[verypointed]

No reason to be. That man is... ugh.

[copyrightabuser]

It looks like he was able to discern my identity somehow.

[verypointed]

... not by your telling, huh?

[copyrightabuser]

I haven't told a single person here.

[verypointed]

That is pretty disturbing.

... [lets you down]

Are you hurt?

[copyrightabuser]

No, I'm all right...

But if you hadn't been there...

[verypointed]

... [shakes his head]

I should have prepared you more.

[copyrightabuser]

It was just as you said. He's dangerous.

And... that power of his.

[verypointed]

It's almost like... an invisible rope.

[copyrightabuser]

[He shakes his head]

No, it's more than that. It isn't something which can be cut.

[verypointed]

It's a start...

[copyrightabuser]

Barnaby-san, I was thinking... What happens to the criminals that are caught here?

[verypointed]

There are no jails around here, if that's what you mean.

[copyrightabuser]

There aren't any? Then-!

[verypointed]

This place is a camp... not a city. Though it's size could easily suggest otherwise.

And there doesn't seem to be any real leadership, asides from this mysterious director.