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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[furnaceface]

Hey, Jono didn't see any issues with it!

... Jono would weep if she dropped a bike, but that was only a vague possibility, wasn't it?

//We could,// he replied, nodding a little. //Perhaps get some rental dirtbikes, or something of th'sort. Wouldn't be too difficult.//

[intraspective]

"I like that, then," she decided. "As a prize."

[furnaceface]

//Dirtbikes for you, meditation for me? Provided I learn to play that music you like, or provided you sing along?//

[intraspective]

"Music that I like," she decided, considering that thoughtfully for all of... two seconds. "Because getting me to sing along ain't a hard challenge."

[furnaceface]

//Right, then,// Jono said, and it was practically a chirp, for Jonothon. //That music I don't understand th'words to, that plays fast and bouncy and sounds as though th'singers are permanently chuffed about life in general.//

A nod, and then he was almost-smiling all over again.

//That can be arranged.//