[The optimistic strategy to split watch throughout their cabana has hit a snag.
Returning from a bit of late-night research at the bookstore, Waltaquin finds herself coming across the common area outside the cabanas, walking in between the communal hammocks set up there...but she can go no further. The unexpected, invisible corralling is quite galling. She dislikes the constraint; it easily dulls any of the more exciting aspects of the existential dread that's become commonplace on the island.
It's just her and her housemate here, or so it seems. In lieu of pacing, Quin sits tensely on the edge of one of the hammocks, her hands folded together in her lap.]
Hyeheheh... so much for our well-laid plans. Haven't found a way around here, have you?
week 2 curfew
Returning from a bit of late-night research at the bookstore, Waltaquin finds herself coming across the common area outside the cabanas, walking in between the communal hammocks set up there...but she can go no further. The unexpected, invisible corralling is quite galling. She dislikes the constraint; it easily dulls any of the more exciting aspects of the existential dread that's become commonplace on the island.
It's just her and her housemate here, or so it seems. In lieu of pacing, Quin sits tensely on the edge of one of the hammocks, her hands folded together in her lap.]
Hyeheheh... so much for our well-laid plans. Haven't found a way around here, have you?