49th ♫ | I've been walking for much too long

[serrata]

Some Sort of Camping Meme


we all know what we're here for so I won't even front by bullshitting some prompts LET'S JUST GET CAMPING

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[niceoppai]

[Being from a desert planet, Chelsea knows that for however hot it gets during the day, it's hard to bear the cold at night. So when she comes over to investigate, she looks over with a smile and relieved wave.]

Hey! Glad to see someone else is out here.

[menarefrom]

You're about to hit the caravan headed the other way.

[He informs her good-naturedly, tipping his head in a greeting. Ein sniffs at Chelsea's feet, padding the ground up and down as he waits to assess her.]

[niceoppai]

[Chelsea offers a hand to the dog with a laugh.]

At least this planet doesn't have sandworms. Those were a huge problem back on Sandvil, you know.

[menarefrom]

I'm sorry, your planet had what?

[Spike stares with his jaw slack. She's... joking, right?]

[niceoppai]

Yup! Giant sandworms were always a problem there! Though it used to be much worse in the olden days. I think... hm...

[She reaches into her bag and pulls out a magazine of... some kind. It's got a lady in Western wear on the cover and doesn't seem like the type of thing for historical articles, but she flips to the right thing anyway.]

Ah! "In G.C. 1837, when it was con... torted?" [She frowns and stares at the page.] "Conformed..." When they found out that the insects rely on their sense of hearing, they built these giant sonic transmitters to herd the sandworms away from settlements. Now the high-frequency devices are pretty much the only thing people come to see.

[menarefrom]

[Spike stares ahead at her for a few moments, mouth half open, before he looks down at Ein. Ein looks back at Spike, exchanging a look with him that says "No, I don't remember that, either."

Spike looks back to Chelsea and reaches forward, hand open for that magazine.]

Let me see that.

[niceoppai]

[Chelsea blinks and hands it over. It's a touristy magazine with a lot of shots of insect repellent towers, desert sands, and sexy cowgirls, the planet's main tourist attractions.]

Sure. How far out are we, anyway? That gate was supposed to take me someplace else, I'm pretty sure.