Route 4 (Slumberland 4way or, “Tension in the tent”)
Jane followed her compatriot into the tent, grateful that the wind had at least calmed down enough to provide a chance to shake the sand from clothing outside the tent, although she wasn’t quite sure she’d gotten all of it. At least now she wasn’t dripping sand from every pore of flesh. She curled up in the corner right next to Roxy, half wondering how on Earth Strider managed to carry this thing around for so long without a captcha system.
“I’m sorry, Roxy,” she apologized, awkwardly brushing some missed sand from her friend’s shoulder. “I’ve never been out here in a skirt before; I wasn’t aware it would be an issue. Do you need any help?”
She felt it only right to offer assistance. Really, she should have realized that skirts were impractical for this type of weather, but it hadn’t even occurred to her. And… actually, that sounded kind of odd, didn’t it?
With a great deal of mortification and a heavy blush besides, she added, “I mean, if you need someone to hold up a towel for you or anything along those lines! Anything that would aid in remedying your situation?”
Ugh, that didn’t sound quite right either! Jane should just shut up before she said anything else that sounded remotely compromising. That was a good idea. She was already starting to worry that Strider was getting annoyed, especially with how much she’d been bungling things up lately. Even if they had a rather healthy rivalry, it wouldn’t do any good to create conflict tonight and get Roxy and Jake tangled up in it.
It was really a good thing they’d all be sharing a tent together, considering how cold the desert got during the night. Being a particularly dry place, nearly devoid of all plant life and sparsely populated with Pokemon, the desert had an incredibly low specific heat, and could get surprisingly cold after dark! She wasn’t entirely certain how it happened, but she did know it was one of the main reasons the desert got less windy, one of the main factors in designing BCC’s go-goggles.
“I believe I have some bacon in my Fetch Modus,” Jane tried to supply helpfully. It wasn’t any good if an item-storing system for cooks and by cooks couldn’t keep food fresh. “I’m, er. not entirely certain how well the preservation system works, though. It’s still in alpha-testing stages.”
Sitting toward the back of the tent away from the ‘door’ flap he changed into one of his no sleeve shirts and vest jacket things before they went into the desert, his normal log sleeves obviously going to be too warm. Before going into the tent he turned out at least a pound of sand from his hood and can still feel it in between his toes and folds of his clothes. “This bloody desert… Roxy I understand how you feel about sand everywhere.” Nicsaw is sitting in his lap munching on a bit of poffin, the little Pokémon already able to use a few attacks despite being still just born.
“Still, there are ruins in this desert and I’m excited to find them!” grins thinking about the dusty ruins. “It’ll be a different experience since I’m used to wetter relics.” Hums, not thinking twice about the fact that what he said could be considered dirty in some way.
At Dirk’s mention of what he has to eat and Jane mentioning her own, Jake speaks up, “Well, with my Sylladex I can carry some pretty big things. I don’t think I have a cooler though. I didn’t think about that. I do have… Chips, fruit, fruit snacks, and an assortment of drinks, if anyone would like anything.”
Using her passive skill of ‘moirail roll’, Roxy rolls a perfect 20 and quickly picks up on Dirk’s concerns with the heat. Also the fact that he is pretty much IN heat. Lookit that fucker. Wanted to spell words out on Jake’s lower back. At night. “Well, at least it’s warm now. At night is gets cold a FUCK.” Without missing a beat, she turns to her best girl. “Aww Janey, you’re the best, if you don’t mind I got a bunch of sand stuck-“
Unable to keep a straight face and Jane’s backpedaling, she pats the poor girls shoulders. “It’s fine Janey, I don’t wanna be giving these healthy young men TOO much of a show! Gotta be playin hard to get. Tease it girl.” Nodding sagely to herself.
Brushing sand of herself, she looks to Jake and tilting her head. Looking to Jane. Then to Dirk. Nobody gonna…. snatch that one? Seriously? COME ON GUYS YOU SUCK. “How deep have you gotten into those caves Jakey? You musta explored EVERY nook and cranny by now.” Come on she even set it up for you shitheads. YOU CAN DO IT. You can- “ALL HAIL JAKE. I knew one of us brought non perishable shit. Spread the wealth!” Bouncing in place, eager to see what delicious treats Jake has been holding onto. He will eat it all. Everything. Yessss.
Jane was bumbling everything lately. The blond couldn’t help but feel sorry for her - whenever she tried to correct herself over a simple statement that might possibly be misconstrued, she just dug herself deeper until she couldn’t possibly get out of it.
Unfortunately for her, he was feeling rather juvenile after a day of slogging through sand which he was certain had ingrained itself in his scalp.
“Try not to get too frisky in my tent, Crocker. I won’t have you sullying its virginal walls.” Oh no, he had other plans in lieu with that line of thought.
At Roxy’s pointed look, Dirk just shrugged. “I’ve already pitched one tent tonight, someone else can take a turn.” Taking the jerky out of his sylladex he put it in the middle of the tent as he sat down so they could eat in a close circle without risking crumbs in someone’s sleeping area. As he pondered over what, precisely, he wanted to eat, he pondered over the mysteries of the sylladex.
It was quite possible that the same process which allowed one to carry around so many items at once - in this case, in the form of data - put them in a form of stasis. He had no idea as to its effects on live organic matter, but it stood to reason that food stuffs would not decompose in such a form. He would have to discuss it further with Gran but he had a basic idea as to how the system functioned. From there he began pondering on corrupted data, wondering if it would be possible to use a modified sylladex as a form of garbage disposal or as an online store where a trainer could buy something in the field and have it transferred to them. The possibilities really were endless and it left him deep in thought as he ate his banana in silence, zoned out to everything more than a foot away from him.
Sputtering indignantly at Dirk’s insinuation that she intended on debauching his tent, Jane began to quite literally see red. That was reason for pause. She blinked the rims of vermillion from her eyes. Perhaps she’d been wearing her BCC goggles a little too tightly for too long. At the very least, they prevented sand from getting into her eyes, quite possibly averting a disaster. It was a shame the same couldn’t be said for the rest of her body.
Mood equally soured by long treks under the sun, Jane finally mustered up a retort, “Don’t worry; I don’t intend to engage in any sullying of your tent, though I’m sure it’s seen worse in terms of uncleanliness.”
That was a subtle dig at the irony of Dirk’s statement, one she doubted Jake would catch on to. She hadn’t any doubt he didn’t engage in one or two acts of hogmagundy with past companions in this tent. She seemed to have a vague recollection of Jake mentioning someone… no, perhaps there was only the fellow who’d sold them pizza. She’d been certain he’d mentioned a past girlfriend at one point or another, but it was either forgotten or imagined.
She smiled in Jake’s general direction and, understanding the words as he meant them, added, “Well, of course you’re more used to oceanside ruins, since that’s all there are near Undella. Since, as Roxy said, you’ve probably explored every nook and cranny like butter in an English muffin, I’m sure the desert ruins will be a nice, new place for you to explore!”
Deciding to forgo the bacon and other things that would require cooking, Jane decaptchalogued a two-tier round chocolate sponge cake, just lightly frosted with a thin coat of buttercream. Like her father always said, it was important to carry at least four baked goods on you at all times!
“I suppose there’s also that, if you don’t think it’ll make too much of a mess,” Jane suggested, giving Dirk a sideways glance that she thought he may not have noticed, too entranced by the banana he was eating. “I’m afraid most of what I have needs to be cooked except for baked things.”