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!

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[synchrownization]

[Hans has decided to take a break as well, and is searching for a seat close by when he hears someone speaking...a poem? He stops, interested, and listens, trying to pretend to keep finding a good place to sit.

...until he settles for a log beside Wirt's stump. He's smiling by then. Clearly he liked the poem.]

Did you write that? It's beautiful.

[poetryandclarinet]

[While Hans (seemingly) appears out of nowhere to compliment Wirt's poem, he flinches and falls off his stump, though only momentarily. He'll hastilly climb back onto the stump and clear his throat, obviously nervous.]

N-no I-I-I-- [Wait Wirt, it was a compliment. Calm down son.]

I- no, bu- I... yes. Y-yes, I did. Th- thank you.

[synchrownization]

You're welcome. [He smiles, withdrawing the hand that he had extended to help Wirt up when he sees Wirt manage to climb back onto the stump.] Do you write poetry often?

[poetryandclarinet]

I-I.. yeah, sometimes. Sometimes I do. [He smiles a little, glad that somebody actually likes poetry around here.]

[synchrownization]

That's great. [He sounds genuinely awed.] Has this game inspired you? [A laugh. A rhyme about their predicament would be fun.]

[poetryandclarinet]

I-it has a little. When you're a poet, almost anything can inspire you, to- to be honest.

[synchrownization]

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