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!]

Comments

[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?//