Land Shark Living Room, Sunday Evening

[intraspective]

... Land Shark, Ino decided as she found herself a bottle of water and some chips and flopped down on the couch, was an okay cabin name.

She wasn't quite sure what it was but that was alright. Guessing from the rest of the cabins, Ino was figuring on some sort of monster but—well. Maybe the shark their cabin was named after was magic? Which was why it could go on land? Did it even matter?

Probably not, so long as it didn't attack them because they'd used its name.

It was something to idly consider anyway as she pulled her feet up under her and pulled out one of her notebooks as she made herself comfortable in her home away from the dorms for the next few weeks.

Besides, the living room was way better for checking out how many of her cabinmates would be social. She liked social!

[Open for fellow land sharks and visitors, yo!]

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[angelo_wings]

"Hello again," she said. "I guess this means no cabin make-overs or sleepovers? Unless you're into that kind of thing."

Or could be dragged into it kicking and screaming.

"Hearts, Spades, Gin, Rummy ... I'm not any good at poker, but that's because I'm a bad bluffer. I've never gotten the hang of bidding right in Bridge, which usually upsets whoever I'm playing with. Do any of those count as 'good'?"

[furnaceface]

//They count as card games,// Jono decided. //Which is good enough for me. Hearts is simple enough, if we were to start a game and then have to deal newcomers in.//

Even if he was a little disappointed that she was no good at poker. He had an excellent poker face.

//And I'm not opposed to sleepovers, but so help me, if I can't sleep at night for all of th'giggling, I'll be forced to take drastic measures.//

[angelo_wings]

"We'd need more than two for Hearts," Rinoa said, looking around. "Perhaps we could pull Ino in. That reminds me, you're formally invited to join the club we mean to be starting. Yes to Nos."

Jono meant he qualified. Didn't he feel lucky?

"Drastic measures like ... wearing ear plugs?"

[furnaceface]

//And sulking,// Jono confirmed. //I'm outnumbered six or seven to one, and I'm not bloody crazy, luv.//

Which promised to make this into a very interesting summer, indeed, didn't it?

//... Mind tellin' me more about that club, perhaps?//

[angelo_wings]

"You have 'no' in your name," Rinoa said. "So do I, and so does Ino. We're starting a club."

No, seriously, that was all there was to it. That, and boredom.

Said club was never going to happen, but it was fun to discuss anyway.

"You don't need to wear ear plugs or sulk if you join us for Truth or Dare," she suggested. "And toenail-painting and I Never."

[furnaceface]

Well, if it was about having a 'no' in his name, Jono wouldn't complain about membership. It sounded adequately contrary, for his tastes.

//I would perhaps contemplate joining th'lot of yer just so long as my toenails are left out of this,// he allowed. //Now, what th'hell is I Never?//

[angelo_wings]

"You've never played I never?" Rinoa asked. "That should be a first round question, 'I never played I Never before.' It's a drinking game. Someone announces something they've never done before, and if you have, you have to take a drink."

[furnaceface]

//Ah.//

Sigh. Or, rather, a complete lack of one. Naturally.

//Sounds like an interesting game,// he replied, picking a vague, somewhat disjointed ditty on the strings of his guitar. //I'm not really much of a drinker, though.//

[angelo_wings]

"So do something else, instead," she suggested. "The point of the game isn't the drinking. It's making people admit embarrassing things in public. Drink water, or --"

Right, not much of a drinker, because he couldn't talk, and not that he was a recovering alcoholic. She cleared her throat and continued as if she hadn't missed that beat.

"-- or sneeze or strum a chord on your guitar. Or ask really embarrassing questions once everyone else is too tipsy to be discreet."

[furnaceface]

He couldn't sneeze either, but he didn't feel it was mandatory to point that out at the moment, really.

//Now that sounds like an option,// he replied, pointing her way at the last suggestion. //It isn't as though they'll know I haven't done those things if I don't immediately reach for th'bottle, anyhow.//

He'd be the most experienced individual in the cabin by virtue of the fact that he had no mouth.

[angelo_wings]

"Nothing's really stopping people from lying," Rinoa said, "except that it's kind of against the whole spirit of the game. I'm surprised no one's ever been blackmailed over I Never."

It didn't help that admitting something to a group made for bad blackmail material, as it was already semi-public.

"Are drunk people any fun to watch?"

[furnaceface]

//Depends on th'drunk, I suppose.// Jono shrugged, shifting his weight around so that he could lean his guitar up against the side of the chair before just kind of oozing back into the cushions. //If they're having a good time of it, they can make some pretty spectacular arses of themselves, I suppose.//

And he would love to join them in their drunkenness, preferably without having to tune in for some residual psionic buzz.

[angelo_wings]

"I guess it'd be boring, if they just went to sleep," she mused. "Or really unfortunate, if they were mean drunks. I always wondered about that. Why are people so different when they drink? You'd think it would affect everyone the same way, but some people get silly and others just brood."

[furnaceface]

That was met with a shrug, yes.

//Maybe that's th'way they're more naturally inclined to be,// he replied. //Drinking stripes away their inhibitions. They don't have to be what everyone expects them to be, when they've got a few lagers out of th'way.//

[angelo_wings]

"So you're just ... a concentrated version of yourself?" she asked. "I can see that. But it's strange, then. It makes alcohol into a sort of truth-serum, in some ways."

[furnaceface]

Jono was giving Rinoa a thoughtful look now, yes.

//Never been drunk before, have yer?//