(closed) i want to break free

[flashystyle]

Who: Dorian (flashystyle) & all his greatest fans
What: camping, quests, overflow, making room for jesus
When: late april-early may
Where: the great outdoors
Warning(s): he's so beautiful he may blind you

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[dendarii]

I've no idea if I have anything waterproof. A tarp, maybe?

[ Probably. One can hope. He shakes his head. ]

Byerly, you're too dramatic. This will be fun.

[vorrutyer]

One ought never trust the word fun when it comes from a Vorkosigan.

[ Him? Dramatic? Never. ]

[flashystyle]

One ought never trust the word fun from any Vor, I think.

[Dorian crosses his arms, likely reevaluating how long this is going to take with all the people that would get voted off the island first on Survivor. He takes a deep breath.]

Three days. Pack for three days.

[dendarii]

Vorkosigans can be fun. We're not serious or violent all the time.

[ He blinks, though, at Dorian's statement. ]

That long of a trip?

[flashystyle]

Three days is a very short trip, your imperial majesty. I'd extend it if I weren't certain you all would perish if I stepped away for more than ten minutes. But don't worry, I'll keep us all safe.

[He clasps his hands together, moving to shuffle past the lot of them. They've reached the max capacity for Miles' bedroom, and it's time for him to go invade other closets.]

With our new guests of honor, we'll likely reach our destination around the time we should rest for the evening. Day two, you all will complain to me about how it's the worst, but worth it because Dorian's still ever so smart and handsome. Day three, we will go home, and Byerly will finally have peace of mind.

[vorrutyer]

Save for the lingering dread that someone will want to engage in this foolishness again at some point in the future.

[dendarii]

[ A snort at that. For all his mild complaining, Miles will actually do just fine out in the wilderness for a few days. He'll certainly do much better than By, anyway. ]

Come now, don't be such a wet blanket. This'll be fun.

[priorly]

And like I said, no one likes wet blankets. Bring the tarp.

[Prior clasps Dorian's arm as he passes, letting him be an unofficial escort.]

I used to want to camp. You'd be surprised. But it wasn't done when I was a child. Not so much as a field trip - you don't endanger the progeny of your biggest donors, it's a rule. If they'd let us shiver in tents they'd never have refurbished the library.

[flashystyle]

That sounds like the last school I ever attended. [Dorian grins, linking arms with Prior to leave the killjoy behind.] So much as whisper to the boy next to you and a staff comes down on your table. I think they made more noise fussing then anyone else did. It was up to me to take my own field trip, and now it's up to us.

[vorrutyer]

[ Rather loudly, at both Dorian and Prior: ]

What sensible people they were, refusing to endanger key individuals. Very smart people.

[flashystyle]

[From over his shoulder:]

Very, dreadfully boring people!

[priorly]

[A hand over Dorian's, Prior leans in.]

Oh, but I like his fuss. I'd have to fuss so much more without it.

[It lets him feel safe. Which he does, entirely, about this impromptu escapade. They'll be safe with cub-master Pavus, if not necessarily comfortable.]

Come and pack, Byerly. Last to the door's the first one we feed to the bears.