homophonic: jonas

[camena]

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[westedge]

Pretty sure I'm lacking free real estate here. [ lifting one of his own arms where his bracelets are.

he decides not to elaborate, because he's been to camena and he's seen fort milner and he knows that the two things, on paper, are the same, but culturally and fundamentally they aren't. ]

Graduating from kickball to kickflips. Sure, that makes sense, too.

[camena]

You don't wear those all the time, do you? [ says the girl who does not take off this one jacket? ] What, too good for itchy yarn poorly braided together in ten minutes?

[ and just a little nod at the last part! yeah!! like that. ]

[westedge]

[ a shrug, even as that hand also reaches up to adjust his necklace without much thought. ]

Maybe not all the time, but enough. Besides, I think you'd have to use a lot of yarn to even get it around my wrist.

[ his arms are not that big. they're built enough, but it's more of a lazy joke than anything. ]

[camena]

[ hah. ]

It wouldn't take that much, Jonas. See, this is what happens when you don't join girl scouts. You don't even know how to make a friendship bracelet.

[westedge]

I think there might've been a problem with me joining girl scouts, Alex. [ hysterical. ] Guess you'll just have to teach me.

[ don't. ]

[camena]

[ she's gonna. (no she's not she'll immediately forget.) but she laughs at the first thing. then: ]

Great! I'll keep my eyes peeled for some yarn.

[westedge]

At least it'll keep you busy? Can't complain much about that.

[ he says, knowing alex will move on to something else immediately and forget about it. ]

[camena]

It'd be something to do with my hands, anyway.

[ already speaking about it as more of a hypothetical than a plan. ]

[westedge]

Unless you come up with another idea. What's that thing they say about idle hands again...?

[camena]

"Idle hands are the devil's workshop."

[ why are you so bad at phrases. ]

[westedge]

Yeah, that. So let's...not be devils or whatever.

[ still not entirely the point but okay. ]

[camena]

Yeah. Let's not be devils or whatever.

That's a team motto.

[westedge]

Okay, I'm going to let you be the one to tell Kazuki and Setsu then, how about that?

[camena]

[ ......... ignores that.......... ]

Wait, maybe it should be something scarier. To, like, ward off other teams.

[westedge]

Another group exercise on top of bowling? [ he is not good with mottos. ]

[camena]

Yeah, it should probably be a team discussion.

Or maybe even something motivational! [ what happened to team discussion...? ]

[westedge]

[ yeah he laughs a little, incredulously. ]

Which is it, motivation or discussion?

[camena]

I mean the motto. Like instead of being scary it could be something uplifting.

[ again, she is absolutely going to lose interest in all of this immediately, so, ]

[westedge]

[ pfft. ]

Again, I'm leaving it up to you to tell Setsu and Kazuki. But they might be into it, who knows?

[camena]

[ she thinks about what she knows about them so far.

then: ]

Nnnaaaaaah. I don't think so.

[westedge]

Okay. [ lmao. ] It's kind of...nice? To be a little more settled on the idea. One less thing to worry about.

[camena]

Yeah, I'm glad. It's like... rounding people up.

[westedge]

[ ...he will just tentatively approach the topic and say it. ]

Like it kind of feels familiar? [ the island was. bad. ghosts are bad. everything about that was. bad. but they did pretty well together that night, following each other through forests and cliffs and fields to find their people and solve their problems to leave alive. ]

[camena]

[ she sighs - not because she's upset at the subject being broached but just because... it's like it's heavy. ]

Yeah. Little bit. Only that was an island I grew up going to, and this place is—whatever this place is. [ and these are strangers, and it's. very, very new, actually. ]

[westedge]

Maybe it just feels that way to me. [ considering, like, everything was new? his dad announcing that he met someone was new. showing up in camena was new. meeting alex was new. going to edwards island and spending the whole night exploring and trying to quell a bunch of pissed off ghosts was new.

and waking up dead and being here to try and form alliances was new. talking to people, pretending to be social and casual and like he was slowly withering on the inside trying to keep a delicate balance was new.

so. familiarity. ]

This place is...grounding, in a way. [ it's at least a constant reminder of why they're here and what they're meant to do. ]