POST-TRIAL LOOSE ENDS & SHARING

[trashmouthtozier]

[that night, after a KO'd Eddie has been brought back to Cabin 3 to recuperate and everyone has scattered, Richie returns to the campfire with a book tucked under his arm, and a flashlight. he's not thinking about bringing supplies for s'mores, or hot dogs, or burgers, or any of that, not this week. so if anyone wants to show up with food, they're welcome. if anyone has appetites.

this week, he's focused on the remnants of a word he scribbled in the dirt earlier, flipping through the book he found on Thursday. he exhales, slowly, looking like he might just be sick all over again, no matter how tired he is. the makeshift scarf Cielo made him is draped over his shoulders to keep away any evening chill]

Oh, God. I ... I know what they said, you guys.

Comments

[linearcrash]

[ It is a relief that it sounds like Boa will help out in protection detail. You're a good, Boa. ]

Think that thing he has to suck in could double as a weapon? [ His inhaler. ] He could spray it in their eyes or maybe it's flammable?

[ Or maybe he should hang with Spice Block as an extra pair of eyes. ]

[finalguard]

I don't think it actually spray far enough for either of this....?

[ He sounds unsure though. In the end he's never actually payed close attention to the inhaler. ]

[linearcrash]

[ Can they amp the spray?

Too bad this isn't like phantoma and spells. ]

Alright, going to think of a back-up then.

[ Whistles or air horns will probably be a thing until Eddie can defend himself ]