[Everyone is confused, afraid, and on edge. Who wouldn't be, waking up in some Light-forsaken wilderness that may as well have never have been discovered by civilization? No matter how tall the trees they climb, nobody can see even the slightest hint of humanity. No buildings, no smoke, no roads..... It really is just them out here. Them, the forest, and a big fat lot of nothing.
It's hard to get organized wen nobody is in charge, huh? But the need to survive out here without even the most basic of tools means they've got to divide up the work somehow. Demyx is quick to volunteer for fishing duty--a little too quick, anyone who actually knows him would say. But can you really blame him for wanting the job that involves a whole lot of kicking back and chilling out, rather than the hard manual labor of building shelter or foraging? Besides, he doesn't need a rod and hook to reel in some sweet catches. A subtle bit of magic to control the currents and freeze the fish in place mid-swim, and he can just pluck them out of the water with his bare hands.
Hanging out around the fire is a well-earned rest to cap off the day, in his opinion. And whatever herbs the others found..... well, they kind of remind him of lounging on cushions and passing around a hookah in Agrabah, to be honest. Cloyingly sweet, heady, intoxicating--his head is swimming pleasantly as he breathes deep, something tightly coiled inside him relaxing to flow free. Even the alarming revelation the dandy sitting next to him drops doesn't make him as tense and wary as it should; Demyx just holds a warding hand up, leaning pointedly away from Lestat.]
Woah-ho-ho, I know someone who's not taking a turn standing watch tonight. Seriously, dude, you don't want a piece of this. I'd just give you food poisoning, y'know?
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It's hard to get organized wen nobody is in charge, huh? But the need to survive out here without even the most basic of tools means they've got to divide up the work somehow. Demyx is quick to volunteer for fishing duty--a little too quick, anyone who actually knows him would say. But can you really blame him for wanting the job that involves a whole lot of kicking back and chilling out, rather than the hard manual labor of building shelter or foraging? Besides, he doesn't need a rod and hook to reel in some sweet catches. A subtle bit of magic to control the currents and freeze the fish in place mid-swim, and he can just pluck them out of the water with his bare hands.
Hanging out around the fire is a well-earned rest to cap off the day, in his opinion. And whatever herbs the others found..... well, they kind of remind him of lounging on cushions and passing around a hookah in Agrabah, to be honest. Cloyingly sweet, heady, intoxicating--his head is swimming pleasantly as he breathes deep, something tightly coiled inside him relaxing to flow free. Even the alarming revelation the dandy sitting next to him drops doesn't make him as tense and wary as it should; Demyx just holds a warding hand up, leaning pointedly away from Lestat.]
Woah-ho-ho, I know someone who's not taking a turn standing watch tonight. Seriously, dude, you don't want a piece of this. I'd just give you food poisoning, y'know?