Jupiter: He'd have been less mad if you hadn't been texting the whole time he was yelling at us.
Neptune: The captain will live.
Jupiter: I thought he was gonna knock it out of your hand for a minute.
Neptune: HA. God. I wish he would've.
Jupiter: Hey Venus, you got it? Venus? VENUS.
Venus: What?
Neptune: Don't zone out, do you want to die?
Venus: Sorry... I thought I saw something. This diode shattered, can you pass me a new one?
Jupiter climbs up the pole to pass a new crystal to Venus. Neptune keeps watch, but actually she's mad because fixing the sirens is stupid and menial and there's no reason they should have to do it. Neptune refuses to participate unless we're cutting corners.
Jupiter: Here Venus.
Venus: Oh no.
Jupiter: What?
Neptune: Oh look who it is.
Group South: Hey. Hey. Hey.
Neptune: Hey.
Jupiter: Hey.
Venus: ...hey.
Group South doesn't really look the same, but we can't remember their names or tell the difference between them. Which is super mean of us. No wonder they hate our guts.
Group South: You guys got the lake sirens. We got the forest sirens. You guys got the lake sirens. You check your own sirens. You guys got the lake sirens. You should leave.
Jupiter: Uh. The Bonfire Captain told us these ones, guys.
Venus: ...yeah.
Neptune: Yeah why are you LYING to our FACES? Do we look completely STUPID?
Venus: ...yeah!
Group South: That's what he said. Venus must have heard wrong. That's what he said. He said Venus would screw it up again. That's what he said. Venus sucks and should go home immediately.
Group South does everything perfectly and is the fucking worst. The best kinds in a camp for bad kids are absolutely certain to be the fucking worst.
Jupiter: I'll go take care of the next one, guys. Catch up, okay?
She goes but Group South doesn't. They just watch. We can't focus on what we're doing or enjoy it while being watched by someone expecting something who won't say what and won't leave. Venus keeps getting distracted by the lights, and Neptune is keenly aware of the pit in her stomach. There is truly nothing ruder than denying us distraction.
Neptune: Goddddddddddddd. Seriously, what do you want?
Group South: Nothing. Nothing. You're cool. Nothing. You're cool. He's the one in trouble.
Neptune: Realllllllly?
Venus: I must not be, since the captain's not here.
Group South stares at Venus. Venus ignores them. They can stick around if they want. We can pretend to fix this siren all night.
Group South: Hey Venus. Hey Venus. You're taking a while. Hey Venus. You're taking a while. Need help.
Venus: No. Captain said I could do it alone. Go away. It's distracting.
Neptune: Don't you have somewhere else to be? Isn't cap'n going to be mad if he sees you slacking off?
Group South: Nah.
Neptune: He was pretty pissed off last time, wasn't he?
Group South: Nah. We're supposed to be here.
Neptune: Everyone was laughing.
Group South: It's Venus's fault- ... Nah. We're supposed to be here. It's Venus's fault.
Neptune: Haha. God I wish. The worst thing Venus has done is not fuck up hard enough to get us all kicked out. What is your problem, trying to get him to do something right, when you could be doing something productive like fucking up and getting us all sent home!
Venus: I don't know why he doesn't like you but the more you try to get on his good side the worse he'll make it for you. He doesn't need a reason. He hates it when peopel try to get on his good side.
Group South: You-
Venus: He hates it because it's like you're telling him what to do.
Group South: Fuck it. Fuck it?! ...Fuck it.
Neptune: ... Venus you have to be done by now, right? Venus. VENUS.
Venus: Oh! Yeah. I finished a while ago.
Neptune: What are you even looking at?
Venus: Oh-it's nothing, don't worry. I'll come down.
Venus climbs down from the siren, which crackles softy with the faint static of the radio again. It's louder than normal. God is already warning us.
Venus: Um.
Neptune: What.
Venus: Thanks. And um. Sorry for fucking up all the time.
Neptune: I literally don't care. They're idiots. They don't get it at all. There so obsessed with you, it's so weird.
Venus: They hate me though?
Neptune: Obviously? Is that supposed to make a difference?
Venus: Does it... not?
Neptune: Oh god. I really wish you would fuck up so bad even the captain hated you. It'd be a good look for you.
Venus: Oh... ...but I don't think I actually could? Mess up on purpose, I mean.
Neptune: It's literally as easy as doing nothing.
Venus: I know. Sometimes it feels harder to not do something than to do something? I wish I was a little more like you. You deal with this stuff so easily?
Neptune: Venus.
Venus: Yes?
Neptune: You're never allowed to think I have it better off than you. Ever. It's the worst thing you can do.
Venus: Oh. I'm sorry?
Neptune: Sometimes I kind of envy you Venus. And other times I really kind of don't.
Group South: Stay. Where are you going? Stay. The Bonfire Captain said. Stay.
Jupiter: Come on, guys.
Neptune: Why are you all such idiots? Why do you think we're going to be as stupid as you are and believe the stupid things you are saying? Why are you unable to follow basic instructions or hear things that people say?
Group South turns around.
Group South: Hey Neptune. Hey Neptune. Hey Neptune.
Neptune: You are exactly as ugly as each other, it's scarily accurate. How long did you have to practice to coordinate that? I am truly in awe that it's possible for you all to have done this every single day for a month. I was so sure one day you were going to slip up and one of you would be accidentally identifiable but consider me defeated. As expected of our top group this year though? I thought that I was underestimating but I am so deeply ashamed of myself for doubting you for even-
Neptune dies out by the time we reach the next siren.
Jupiter: She'll be okay.
Venus: Yeah... Maybe we should go check though?
Jupiter: It's fine.
We get to the siren and we do the thing; Jupiter pushes up Venus and he climbs up to get the switch at the top.
Venus: I'm sorry.
Jupiter: It's okay.
Venus: ... I'm really sorry.
Jupiter: I know, I know.
Venus: I really don't like them.
Jupiter: They're kinda fuckers.
Venus: Ha. They're very popular though.
Jupiter: You think so? Man, I don't like them. Does anyone really like them?
Venus: No, not really. Not even the captain likes them. They like you though, don't they?
Jupiter: ...I guess. I don't know. Actually, I don't think they do. Sometimes they're a little bit funny. But I don't actually like their humor too much. This sounds weird, but I kind of hang out with them so they'll leave me alone? Maybe that doesn't make sense.
Venus: No... it kind of doesn't?
Jupiter: Haaaaahaha jeez. I kinda knew you'd say that. You know how sometimes kids bully each other because they don't know how to say they like someone?
Venus: Yeah, a little. I always thought that maybe they also had to hate you a little to do that, though?
Jupiter: Haha. See. You get it.
Venus: Ha. Aha. But I wish they'd leave me alone. Or I guess I meant more like, that sucks- -and I wish we didn't have to or- -I could talk to them and they wouldn't hate me?
Jupiter: Well if it makes you feel any better... It's really not working out for me, either.
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Neptune: He's just an upset puppy.
Jupiter: He'd have been less mad if you hadn't been texting the whole time he was yelling at us.
Neptune: The captain will live.
Jupiter: I thought he was gonna knock it out of your hand for a minute.
Neptune: HA. God. I wish he would've.
Jupiter: Hey Venus, you got it? Venus? VENUS.
Venus: What?
Neptune: Don't zone out, do you want to die?
Venus: Sorry... I thought I saw something. This diode shattered, can you pass me a new one?
Jupiter climbs up the pole to pass a new crystal to Venus. Neptune keeps watch, but actually she's mad because fixing the sirens is stupid and menial and there's no reason they should have to do it. Neptune refuses to participate unless we're cutting corners.
Jupiter: Here Venus.
Venus: Oh no.
Jupiter: What?
Neptune: Oh look who it is.
Group South: Hey. Hey. Hey.
Neptune: Hey.
Jupiter: Hey.
Venus: ...hey.
Group South doesn't really look the same, but we can't remember their names or tell the difference between them. Which is super mean of us. No wonder they hate our guts.
Group South: You guys got the lake sirens. We got the forest sirens. You guys got the lake sirens. You check your own sirens. You guys got the lake sirens. You should leave.
Jupiter: Uh. The Bonfire Captain told us these ones, guys.
Venus: ...yeah.
Neptune: Yeah why are you LYING to our FACES? Do we look completely STUPID?
Venus: ...yeah!
Group South: That's what he said. Venus must have heard wrong. That's what he said. He said Venus would screw it up again. That's what he said. Venus sucks and should go home immediately.
Group South does everything perfectly and is the fucking worst. The best kinds in a camp for bad kids are absolutely certain to be the fucking worst.
♀ + ♆
She goes but Group South doesn't. They just watch. We can't focus on what we're doing or enjoy it while being watched by someone expecting something who won't say what and won't leave. Venus keeps getting distracted by the lights, and Neptune is keenly aware of the pit in her stomach. There is truly nothing ruder than denying us distraction.
Neptune: Goddddddddddddd. Seriously, what do you want?
Group South: Nothing. Nothing. You're cool. Nothing. You're cool. He's the one in trouble.
Neptune: Realllllllly?
Venus: I must not be, since the captain's not here.
Group South stares at Venus. Venus ignores them. They can stick around if they want. We can pretend to fix this siren all night.
Group South: Hey Venus. Hey Venus. You're taking a while. Hey Venus. You're taking a while. Need help.
Venus: No. Captain said I could do it alone. Go away. It's distracting.
Neptune: Don't you have somewhere else to be? Isn't cap'n going to be mad if he sees you slacking off?
Group South: Nah.
Neptune: He was pretty pissed off last time, wasn't he?
Group South: Nah. We're supposed to be here.
Neptune: Everyone was laughing.
Group South: It's Venus's fault- ... Nah. We're supposed to be here. It's Venus's fault.
Neptune: Haha. God I wish. The worst thing Venus has done is not fuck up hard enough to get us all kicked out. What is your problem, trying to get him to do something right, when you could be doing something productive like fucking up and getting us all sent home!
Group South: Yeah? Ask him. Yeah. Ask him. Yeah! Ask him.
Venus: The captain doesn't like you.
Group South: Hey-
Venus: I don't know why he doesn't like you but the more you try to get on his good side the worse he'll make it for you. He doesn't need a reason. He hates it when peopel try to get on his good side.
Group South: You-
Venus: He hates it because it's like you're telling him what to do.
Group South: Fuck it. Fuck it?! ...Fuck it.
Neptune: ... Venus you have to be done by now, right? Venus. VENUS.
Venus: Oh! Yeah. I finished a while ago.
Neptune: What are you even looking at?
Venus: Oh-it's nothing, don't worry. I'll come down.
Venus climbs down from the siren, which crackles softy with the faint static of the radio again. It's louder than normal. God is already warning us.
Venus: Um.
Neptune: What.
Venus: Thanks. And um. Sorry for fucking up all the time.
Neptune: I literally don't care. They're idiots. They don't get it at all. There so obsessed with you, it's so weird.
Venus: They hate me though?
Neptune: Obviously? Is that supposed to make a difference?
Venus: Does it... not?
Neptune: Oh god. I really wish you would fuck up so bad even the captain hated you. It'd be a good look for you.
Venus: Oh... ...but I don't think I actually could? Mess up on purpose, I mean.
Neptune: It's literally as easy as doing nothing.
Venus: I know. Sometimes it feels harder to not do something than to do something? I wish I was a little more like you. You deal with this stuff so easily?
Neptune: Venus.
Venus: Yes?
Neptune: You're never allowed to think I have it better off than you. Ever. It's the worst thing you can do.
Venus: Oh. I'm sorry?
Neptune: Sometimes I kind of envy you Venus. And other times I really kind of don't.
♀ + ♃
Venus: Okay.
Group South: Stay. Where are you going? Stay. The Bonfire Captain said. Stay.
Jupiter: Come on, guys.
Neptune: Why are you all such idiots? Why do you think we're going to be as stupid as you are and believe the stupid things you are saying? Why are you unable to follow basic instructions or hear things that people say?
Group South turns around.
Group South: Hey Neptune. Hey Neptune. Hey Neptune.
Neptune: You are exactly as ugly as each other, it's scarily accurate. How long did you have to practice to coordinate that? I am truly in awe that it's possible for you all to have done this every single day for a month. I was so sure one day you were going to slip up and one of you would be accidentally identifiable but consider me defeated. As expected of our top group this year though? I thought that I was underestimating but I am so deeply ashamed of myself for doubting you for even-
Neptune dies out by the time we reach the next siren.
Jupiter: She'll be okay.
Venus: Yeah... Maybe we should go check though?
Jupiter: It's fine.
We get to the siren and we do the thing; Jupiter pushes up Venus and he climbs up to get the switch at the top.
Venus: I'm sorry.
Jupiter: It's okay.
Venus: ... I'm really sorry.
Jupiter: I know, I know.
Venus: I really don't like them.
Jupiter: They're kinda fuckers.
Venus: Ha. They're very popular though.
Jupiter: You think so? Man, I don't like them. Does anyone really like them?
Venus: No, not really. Not even the captain likes them. They like you though, don't they?
Jupiter: ...I guess. I don't know. Actually, I don't think they do. Sometimes they're a little bit funny. But I don't actually like their humor too much. This sounds weird, but I kind of hang out with them so they'll leave me alone? Maybe that doesn't make sense.
Venus: No... it kind of doesn't?
Jupiter: Haaaaahaha jeez. I kinda knew you'd say that. You know how sometimes kids bully each other because they don't know how to say they like someone?
Venus: Yeah, a little. I always thought that maybe they also had to hate you a little to do that, though?
Jupiter: Haha. See. You get it.
Venus: Ha. Aha. But I wish they'd leave me alone. Or I guess I meant more like, that sucks- -and I wish we didn't have to or- -I could talk to them and they wouldn't hate me?
Jupiter: Well if it makes you feel any better... It's really not working out for me, either.
Venus: Ahaha. It doesn't. Well, it does a little.