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WHO: Reim and Zelos, incapable morons
WHERE: Oros
WHEN: well i guess it's feb 3 but we're here now
WHAT: the Gamma mission with a cave to yell at
WARNINGS: hair care is at an all time low

[There's something to be said for wanting to go see alien planets and do research despite having zero self-preservation skills. It's probably not a very nice thing, necessarily, but if given the chance there's no way Reim is going to sit in the ship and wait for other people to come back and share their experiences on the ground. So, since the chance has been given... here he is. On an alien planet. It should be the most exciting thing to ever happen to him in his life. He's been saying as much for several days, since they managed to get this assignment. He's been unbearable in his enthusiasm, but mercifully he's subjected most of it to Zelos, considering they're doing it together.

But it turns out that alien planets are just kind of hot and unpleasant, and the uniform is too tight under his jacket, and his company hasn't stopped complaining about the damage being done to his skin and hair since they touched ground. Alien planets, as it so happens, are much more riveting when left to the imagination.

He'll try to be impressed, anyway, while he treks around in a miserable desert climate following a dull beeping device. There's sand on his glasses. There has been sand on his glasses for six hours. He no longer sees the point of trying to clean them. Hell is empty, and the alien devils are here.

Now, where is his whiny companion.] I've heard that excessive complaints cause hair loss.

[great conversation, best friends]

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Yep!

[Looking proud of himself (and only a little scuffed up), Zelos places a hand on his hip and smirks once they're out of that dumb cave.] I'm a magic swordsman. It's okay, you can be impressed. ♥

[Snickering, he helps himself to reaching out and grabbing Reim's hands, turning them over to check them out. This guy doesn't seem like the manual labor type at all, so his hands are probably gentle too, right? If anything's hurt on him, it's probably there.]

[A magic swordsman... Well, he's still impressed, despite the words that come out of Zelos' mouth. His hands are fine if a little red, but he's not scraped up!! He's just a soft man who should be behind a desk and not out and about on a desert planet.

Just wait until he tries to help setting up camp. That will be a fun adventure.]

Well, I think you did admirably back there, for what it's worth.

[What... kind of response is that! Zelos seems caught off guard for a split second before he stares back down at those red hands. In just a short wait, he casts his first aid spell anyway, relieving Reim of that soreness and immediately dropping his hands away as he turns around.]

T-that was nothing! I mean, I'm such a cool, talented guy, after all. Anyway, we should find somewhere to set up camp.

[Don't be so gay about it, Zelos. Reim is distracted anyway by the healing magic - ooooh - and wiggling his own hands as Zelos whirls away to tsun alone.]

Oh—yes! Of course! I've always wanted to try "camping." [That's an omen if there ever was one.] How do we begin?

[...

Well, this is going to be a pain in the ass, he can feel it. He's not going to say it aloud because he's still hiding flattery and Reim's being a little pure about this. But he still gives him a Look.]

Uhhh, well, we set up the tent. It should be in our things. [That's helpful, Zelos, thanks. He sets whatever bag he's likely brought along down to dig through it and get stuff ready. TENT THINGS...] Here, you can just hold what I tell you to hold in place. I don't usually set this stuff up.

[His ye oldeness is going to help him get away with so many things, good to know. He nods, coming over to stand there and hold stuff, as requested. He's very dedicated to holding this stuff well.]

I'm sure that, since you're so talented, this will be easy for you. [Now he's just being a shit.]

Oh, shut up.

[He knows mocking when he hears it! He's still a little embarrassed by it, but he can reach over and smack Reim's leg while he's getting this fancy future-tech tent ready to set up. He'll hand Reim parts and tell him what to hold in place while he hammers things down... Tent things.]

I can't believe we're going to have to walk all the way back. Can't they just teleport us or something? Geez.

[Heh... Heh!! He will shut up, but only because he's winning now. He's got Zelos' number, and it only took one cave adventure.

All that aside though, setting up a tent gets less and less charming by the minute. Reim probably fumbles more than a few parts he's supposed to hold, and causes at least one near-collapse of the entire tent. By the time it's set up enough to hold through a night, he wants to lie down and never stand again.

Or at least not for another eight to ten hours of appropriate rest.]

Tele... [no, fuck it] Nothing can be as arduous as being in that cave, or getting this thing to cooperate.

[He says, from where he has given up and sat down on the ground to give the tent a tired look.]

Haha, aww, come on, don't be like that! This thing's looking great!

[Standing back, Zelos places his hands on his hips to stare at the now-complete tent. It is a sloppy mess.] ...Well, okay, it's a little rough. But whatever! It'll probably work, right? Let's get inside! Come on, come on...

[He's reaching down for Reim to tug him up and urge him inside.]

Is it going to collapse...? I do believe I felt it shake more than once. [Or maybe that was his own nerd hands, unaccustomed to doing such wild physical labor. He likes being lazy on the ground, but if Zelos is going to pull on him, he'll get up to duck inside the tent instead... carefully, since he's sure if they touch it at all it will fall on them.

Camping is not as exciting as he once believed. He sits down again, rather than hunch over in this teeny tent.]

I suppose it looks better from the inside.

Only if you stand up by the edges.

[He teases as he pokes his head in after him, crouching in the rest of the way and zipping up the exit. There they are! Closed up and cozy. It's not the smallest tent in the world. It's also better to have a tent than to sleep on a roll on the ground, he thinks, so.]

Phew! Finally, we can take a break. I can't believe that weird bed back on the ship sounds comfortable right now. [Whine whine whine... He pauses briefly once he's finished to blink over to Reim.] How about you? You've gotta be tired.

[Everything about the ship is weird, Reim agrees with that. He's made it about thirty seconds before he moves to lie down on his half of the tent space, looking over at Zelos with some kind of polite embarrassment. About lying down. He's ye olde.]

I'm—not...? Not particularly. [he is] You've done so much more work...

Yeah, but you did all of that map writing for me!

[Using a carefree comment like that as an excuse to make Reim feel better, Zelos shifts to lie down himself. This is very hard with helmets. His hair is even more everywhere than it was before. Next time, he's doing a ponytail or something.]

It evens out.

[This is the lamest sleepover ever... Reim looks sideways at him, humming. Really, is that even...]

If you say so. We're both stuck in this tent until morning, either way.

Yeah, I guess so.

[Folding his arms behind his head to sort of prop it up, he crosses one of his legs over the other and stares at the top of the tent.]

Hopefully those monsters only live underground. But the tent's zipped up, so we shouldn't have any problems. [He steals a glance to the side.] That didn't go too bad, did it?

[Hmm... Mutant rats can probably chew through this tent... But Zelos is trying to stay positive, and he appreciates that. Thanks pal.]

We accomplished our goal, which is not a small feat, considering... [the mutant rats,] So I suppose "not too bad" is the highest praise we're likely to earn.

[It was Okay.]

As long as I get paid, I don't really care about praise.

[Says the big loser constantly craving praise and attention. He's currently actually thinking about the fate of this planet and what that beeping device does, what they're doing here, and what the other teams have to do. He doesn't really want to ask on the network.]

Anyway, you should probably get some sleep. [He will be Silent, now.]

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another tent thread,

GFDSJL THIS ISNT A SHAME TENT

isn't it though

I mean it's a lesser shame tent

zelos is shameful

no!!!

yes

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