Room 210; Thursday Afternoon [06/14].

[white_oleander]

After grabbing some lunch, Astrid found herself surprisingly antsy to get back to her room, where she knew the Fish would be waiting. She wasn't expecting to want anything to do with her, intent to just foist it onto Sabine to have her painterly ways with it, but she had thought of at least a few things she wanted to do before she bequeathed the honor.

Which was to take her mother's knife and crudely carve a Shakespeare quote ("A little water clears us of this deed.") into the underside of its belly. And then set it among her oleander and sketch it, for the backside of a letter to her mother that she planned to open with the line, The other day, I won a fish from the river of Babel...

Might as well try to get something out of it. And then it was a matter of whether or not to include the holographic images it apparently decided to project at random now without even being touched.

God. This place.

[[she's expecting a roommate, but door and post are open!]]

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine thought about it. "I don't have the supplies to launch it..."

But people had ships.

[white_oleander]

"Maybe I could get my three dads teammates back together," Astrid said. "We could whip something up out of matchsticks, chicken wire, and pantyhose."

And macrame. So, so much macrame.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Who were you teamed up with again?" she asked, because that supply list was worrying.

[white_oleander]

"I think their names were...Hannibal, Liam, and..." Astrid bit her lip. "It was that guy who drove the bus, back when we first came here from Baltimore. But that Hannibal guy seemed like kind of a creep. He was looking over my shoulder at my drawings before the whole thing began, and then just disappeared without a trace once we won."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Kanan's the other guy," Sabine said helpfully. You know, the guy whose hair she was going to fix with a garden hose in a junkyard. "...He was looking over your shoulder?"

[white_oleander]

"Yeah," said Astrid, "when I was off to the side, trying to get a view of the whole park. Kind of weird, right?"

Granted, Astrid was already under the impression that everyone on this island was psychotic in some regard, and her perspectives on males in general were a little skewed to begin with, but she was pretty sure she wasn't too far off the mark in thinking it was a little strange.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"That just feels invasive," Sabine said, making a face. "Sometimes I don't want other people to see what I'm drawing, let alone some stranger."