Welcome to Camp Nightmare

[Cicada]

Stiff as a board in a day, scattered as sawdust within the week.

Cedar ruminated on her motivations as she could consciously understand them: the thanatos, the desire to get it over with; the eros, the desire to do no harm. It would be easy enough to walk off a cliff, about the only prescription left for her ailments that would work, but she couldn't possibly inflict that onto a friend, the weight of her name ringing out in the terrorist's stoic timbre.

"I... we can check it out to be sure, while I've got some energy." She knew from ample experience her moments of relief were so short as to be almost more painful than something more stubbornly chronic. Hard to enjoy a low tide when it gave you little time to rebuild towers of sand, mere moments to enjoy them before high tide returned.

"It might be easier to avoid being ambushed if we're in a place with more foot traffic." Cedar reasoned but reasoned was the wrong verb. Coped sounded more like it.

"We wouldn't let our guards down in that case." All of their one point seven five or so able bodied people's worth of five senses.

Cedar waited to translate their marching orders until Tenshi was done with her packing. She almost looked happy. Or, at least, unafraid.

- Cedar, Fitz, Tenshi, cont. -