Open!!

[sugoooi]

Who: Sam & YOU
When: Day 6
Where: The Pier
What: vomit. VOMIT EVERYWHERE because some people are no good at boats.

[ Some people like Sam, who have never set foot on a boat let alone been on one over water. The rocking motion had been bad enough, but that combined with the salty brine of the sea and the sound of waves (why, why did there have to be so much water??) just totally wrecks him.

The moment the plank's set down and the confetti starts and the cheering begins Sam...runs past everyone else in the crowd, finds the nearest barrel or other trash-looking receptical....and throws up. Like, a lot. His breakfast, his lunch, even his dinner from the night previous.

And when he lifts his head he is just all sorts of green in the face, pale and sweating. Sam takes it back, he wants to go back to the end of the world. He doesn't want to see this muh open water ever again. ]

Comments

[sintimental]

Whoa there...

[ YOU LOOK LIKE SHIT. ]

[sugoooi]

[ YEP. Sam is just doing terrible right now. ]

Bleeeeh..... Ugh, I'm gonna hurl....

[sintimental]

[ Steeeeeepping away, you hurl in that barrel and not on me. ]

You need some water? A place to lie down?

[sugoooi]

N...n-no more w-water..... [ Sam groans, shaking his head--which turns out to be a bad idea, because a second later he's missing the barrel entirely and vomiting right in front of his own shoes. ]

[sintimental]

[ Gross. Sigh. ]

Just try not to throw up on anyone.

[sugoooi]

Yuu're so mean.... [ Clearly Sam isn't dying if he can still crack a pun while he's gagging, but yes. He is still miserable. ]

[sintimental]

...

[ Didn't catch the pun. But. ]

I tried to help? You didn't want help?

[sugoooi]

This i-isn't helping... I need a new stomach....

[sintimental]

A new stomach? I think you'll be fine. You're just seasick.

[sugoooi]

Seasick feels like dyiiiinngggg....

[sintimental]

I think you'll be fine.

[ SIGH. Maybe he should go to Mika, and they should just. Go. ]