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[buymorelifer]

[ Chuck is being brave!! He waited until daylight to go explore about ten to twenty feet into the jungle. And he's happy to stay right about there, until--

BOOOM! ]

Guys? Guys what was that? [ Calling into his communicator as he comes out of the jungle, and looks in the direction of the sound.

Should.

Have.

Stayed.

In.

The.

Car. ]

GUYS?! Jungle on fire. Red sky! Lots of smoke and BOOM! Guys!

[ RUNNING BACK TO CAMP NOW. ]

((OOC: Threadjacking a-ok!))

Comments

Lucina emote spam! \o/

[buymorelifer]

Lucina, we're going to die! I know about Krakatoa and Pompeii and we're going to get blown out of the water or we're all going to get buried in lava and petrified and someday someone will find us and make plaster casts of where our bodies were and preserve our dying, horrified faces--

[ If Chuck were a typical nerd, he'd need his inhaler right now. Fortunately, he skipped that trait. ]

Re: Lucina emote spam! \o/

[emends]

[ "We're going to die." -- How many times has she heard those words?

Whatever his intent, Chuck's rambling knocks Lucina back into herself. Her nightmares have been real for years. This is nothing. She can handle this. ]

Chuck. Stay calm and listen.

[buymorelifer]

No, no, you don't understand, fire and brimstone and-- [ Interrupted by another BOOM!! ]

[ Very high-pitched shriek. ]

There is nothing in the Intersect about surviving volcanoes!

[emends]

[ Her voice cracks like a whip. ]

Chuck.

[buymorelifer]

[ It's a bit like Sarah's no-nonsense voice, with a touch of Casey.

Either way, it does snap him out of his panic. ]

Yeah? Hey... sorry... [ Now he's trying to catch his breath--

And then he coughs on a bit of ash. ]

This is... really bad...

[emends]

You are not going to die. [ How many times has she said that to someone, only for it not to be true? Too many to count. Lucina pushes down her ill, unwelcome feelings. ]

Go back to the beach. That will be the safest place right now.

[buymorelifer]

I'm... I'm on my way there. [ Still veeeeeery nervous. ]

Should we... go out into the water? Would that be a little better? I mean, not treading water or anything, but maybe waist-height? [ Though some of the fellow campers might be treading water at Chuck's waist height like Allen ]

[emends]

If the eruption spreads, the sea will boil. [ Her eyes remain firmly on the sky and the ridges of the volcano against it. She's no idea how far it has spread, how dangerous the disaster could be.

It's still difficult for her to think of this as a natural occurrence. Maybe it isn't one. ]