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

[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. ]