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

Comments

[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.