Come closer and see... see into the trees...

[fataldetergency]

[ Sawyer spent most of the time since her arrival playing video games in the basement because her mun is lazy and forgetful she couldn't rightly make up her mind about Wonderland and anything or anyone in it.

By now she knows at least one thing: None of it is going away.

So she has finally decided to pull herself together, embrace the bright side of life, see the glass as half full and open the door to her roo--

...Except there is no door, her room is gone and they are on a fucking camping trip and REALLY how is she supposed to react to that if not by lying listlessly on her stomach on a sleeping bag somewhere near the girls' tents? (And since pets have to stay inside Sawyer doesn't even have her chainsaw with her to pass the time. Damn you, outdoors!)

But hey, strike up a conversation if you like. Or just... trip over her, it's not like the colour of those sweats is all that much different from the forest floor. Blergh. ]

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[eatsyourscience]

[Okay so Souji does in fact almost trip over Sawyer. He only manages not to because he has become finely attuned to this particular shade of green-teal-whatever. And it's a good thing because he is carrying some food that actually doesn't suck because he knows how to cook even when there are few ingredients.

He doesn't recognize her though, so he crouches in front of her so he's not towering over her forever.]

Have you eaten? [Most important question ever.]

[fataldetergency]

[ It really is! Sawyer sits up and stares. Mansion luxuries aside it's still hard for her to get over the appeal of free food.

She shakes her head... strangely, what with all the 'not taking her eyes off the food' thing. ]

[eatsyourscience]

[He holds out the plate of curry he made.

Not poisonous curry, like the last time he went camping.

Delicious, hot curry.]

[fataldetergency]

[ Don't mind if she does! Dig in, that is!

(Suspicion? Very little. She is used to people having the decency to be more straightforward about killing each other than poison.)

...

...

...

(There is a prolonged curry-shoveling sequence. It might take a while.)

...

...

...

And done! Now then, where were we? ]

Thanks.

[ She puts the plate down in front of him. ]

What do you... want?

[ An expectant look, but what else would this be if not the prequel to some favour or other? ]

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji considers, since she seems to expect it. The best he comes up with is:]

Your name?

[fataldetergency]

[ A short laugh. ]

That's... a bargain.

[ And she's not entirely wary of it anymore. If nothing else then the prices here have been a shockingly positive surprise. ]

Sawyer... then.

[eatsyourscience]

I'm Souji.

Is the event giving you any trouble?

[fataldetergency]

It's... boring.

[ That's about as problematic as it gets. ]

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji nods. It is pretty boring, compared to most events. He almost takes that as a compliment though.]

Do you like the dangerous ones better?

[fataldetergency]

[ On Sawyer's scale of things none of the events have been dangerous so far, at least not judging by her personal experience with them. ]

I like the... ones indoors.

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji considers.]

They're more comfortable, I guess.

[fataldetergency]

They don't have... this.

[ Because she did mention how much she hates those camping clothes, right? Let her pick at them and pull a face again, just for extra emphasis. ]

[eatsyourscience]

What do you like better?

[fataldetergency]

You'll see... when I have it.

[ Because she's not in the mood to describe her fashion choices. Not now. Not ever. ]

Hey.

[ A pause, almost as if waiting to see if he will let her keep talking. ]

Who makes... the events?

[eatsyourscience]

[He does, because he's Souji and he has all the time in the world.]

Wonderland? Or do you mean, whose memories are they? This one's from my world.

[fataldetergency]

[ Oh. ]

You live... in the woods and... wear this crap?

[eatsyourscience]

Just once, for a couple days.