DAY 3 - Morning

[islandiastaff]

GOOD MORNING, ISLANDIA! It's time to hit the road!

[The usual. As soon as you're out of the lodge, enjoy the explosions.]

Today's gonna be a simple one - just a simple jungle trek, same as the first day! Can't use all our fun tricks right off the bat, now, can we?

But before we get going, let's talk about spy activity! That's right, they're as busy as ever, and their target is... YOU!

[As M.C points at her, Ema Skye is launched off into the Loser's Lounge. There she go!]

So long, Ema! Five spies to go, and now your group is short one Detective!

Happy hiking, folks!

Comments

[s2g]

All that to write a couple verses?

[wildrhythm]

Nobody told me I had to watch out for hidden traps in the jungle! I thought we were just hiking!

[poetryandclarinet]

A couple verses? [He sounds a little offended now!]

It-it takes a lot of time and practice to write poetry. You can't just throw words together and call it a poem, it takes... hours of studying the English language, present words and past, a-and even then it's extremely hard to get the words to line up perfectly!

[He huffs a little]

I-it's a lot of hard work to write "just a couple verses".

[s2g]

[ hands up. kid's got a sharp enough tongue, that's for sure. even if it's still softer than any blade he's seen. ]

Alright, alright, I ain't picking a fight. We don't got a lot of poetry where I'm from.

[ they don't have much of anything where he's from ]

[poetryandclarinet]

Oh. S-sorry. [He's just.... really passionate about poetry.]

[fullonbraced]

Auuuuugh! [A long groan escaped Robin.] I guess....

[s2g]

S'fine. It was nice to hear, even from a novice.

[ there's something in his tone that implies the verbal equivalent of fingerquotes around "novice". ]

[s2g]

You'll be okay, kid.

[ pats Robin's shoulder once, but it's quick and carefully light. ]

[poetryandclarinet]

Well... thanks. Not a lot- not a lot of people appreciate poetry, nowadays.

[s2g]

[ far as he can tell, it's probably because there's worse things to be focusing on. leastwise on Gunsmoke. things like outlaws. the organ black market. Knives, Legato. but... ]

So long as you're appreciatin' it, does that matter?

[poetryandclarinet]

Huh? [He looks a little confused, as if he doesn't exactly understand what Wolfwood meant.]

[s2g]

[ that's fine; most people don't come along with him on this philosophy even when they do catch his meaning ]

There's nothing wrong with people not carin' so much about it. If you do, if you really do, then what anybody else thinks about it doesn't matter. Sometimes it ain't so bad to be alone like that.

[poetryandclarinet]

Oh.. yeah, y-yeah I guess you're right. [Though it still sucks when no one else cares.. especially when he's been told before that apparently no one likes people who DO like poetry.]

[s2g]

Besides. You read 'em, don't ya?

[ poems, that is ]

[poetryandclarinet]

Of course I do.

[s2g]

Then you aren't the only one.

[ shrugs, like it's that easy. ]

[synchrownization]

Have you thought up some poetry while we're here?

[synchrownization]

Good idea. No harm in gathering them up.

[livefreely]

Go right ahead!

[sweetssuite]

With as crazy as these people have been, you should have known something would be up! [She sighs, looking around.]

How are we supposed to get you down...

[collateraltsunage]

I suppose I could give you a hand.

[synchrownization]

Thanks...Meryl, right?

[wildrhythm]

You don't have a knife or something, do you?

[sweetssuite]

No, but I do have a couple things that are useful!

[Suddenly with a chiming sound! White and yellow streaks, indicating her Fairy Tones, zoom up to untie Hibiki's net.

...

It takes Kanade a second, but she realizes she hadn't thought how to catch Hibiki through...]

[wildrhythm]

All right! I'm fr[And then Hibiki hits the ground with a really loud thud.]