❥ 013 spam

[advocacy]

spam - entire port.

[She had been a little wary when the Admiral warned not to agitate the natives, thinking immediately of the last port and scrambling around trying to stay alive. But she's pleasantly surprised when she finds a peaceful forest and kind hosts.]

[Daneca sticks close to the village. The most camping she's ever done was spending the night out in her backyard in a tent when she was little so she knows she's not exactly the best person to be roughing it. She's made fast friends with some of the natives, helping them prepare food and do some other menial tasks around the village. But she also really enjoys playing with some of the younger ones, playing catch with a ball and teaching them how to play hide and seek. At some point, she lets them have her cell phone for a while and although they do nearly break it at one point, she teaches them how to take pictures and play games on it. That's right. Daneca's cell is going to have a lot of not!Ewok selfies.]

[Daneca doesn't stay in the village the whole time though. She does occasionally break away out to the pools of water. Stripping down to a bathing suit underneath her clothes, Daneca takes a dip and just relaxes while she's pretty sure there's no one else around. Once she's dried off, she goes for a small walk in the woods, marking the trees just in case so she can find her way back in time for supper.]

Comments

spam - last day

[notsoneedy]

[Between Allison and Mindy, Needy had been spending plenty of time with the natives in small jaunts. She wasn't quite up to the "one of us"/"warrior queen" status that both of her other girls had achieved, but she thought it was safe to say she had made some friends among the little furry hunter-gatherers. As much as you could say you were friends with someone who didn't speak the same language as you and you were probably never going to see again, anyway.

They'd tried teaching her how to throw axes and spears. They'd played with her hair with a kind of reverent fascination, working it into thin braids and crowning her with flowers. She'd even taught a few of them how to fistbump.

Now here it was, the last day before they had to head back to the ship, and she was sitting on the edge of one of the tree platforms, her legs dangling. Watching the natives go about their business in the space below, playing and working. One of them looked up and recognizing her made a happy chittering sound. She beamed and waved back.]

I'm going to kinda miss this place.