<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2whmP4N.png?1)(https://i.imgur.com/SlDjov6.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Alexa and Bessie Sears<br/><strong>Location:</strong>punt boats / Campsite<br/><strong>Action:</strong>unloading/setting up camp<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maximus/Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Hey don't mention it" Alexa cooed, casually patting the crate of supplies she had taken from Maximus, "wouldn't want a cute thing like you to hurt themselves. If you carry a smaller load each time you'll be able to make each trip more efficient y'know" she cooed. She clearly didn't mean to come off as condescending or patronizing, but it was no doubt a bit of a blow to have a woman tell you not to push yourself too hard regardless. Not to mention Alexa herself didn't seem to have that same philosophy towards her own workload, casually taking on more and more weight as she loaded up the boats one after another.<br/><br/>"ah, feeling sea sick huh? You're not alone by the looks of some of the others. Hey, at least we're at the final stretch right?" she said, again clapping him on the back as she brought another load by, though this time she paused to gently knead her palm between his shoulder blades, and to his surprise he would find his sea sickness lifting slightly, enough to relieve some of that haggard expression at least, "hang in there Pinky, I believe in ya!" she cooed, hopping over onto another punt boat to start filling up that one next<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>-----------------</strong></div><br/>Meanwhile Bessie gently hummed a tune as her fellow campers got the initial campsite up and ready to go. Right now it was just a bunch of tents and workbenches assembled from the supply crates the boats brung ashore, but it would do. In the center sat a large, rather impressive fire pit, that would act as both the camp's main fire and cooking station. It had been assembled using rocks they dragged over from across the beach, and piled high with driftwood and fallen tree branches, "whew, alright, now ta get this fire goin' and then all we need to do is wait for the foragers to get back with somethin' tasty..." she mused, patting her hands with a proud nod at their handiwork, "oh, speakin' of, HEY DARLIN! GOT A LIGHT!?" Bessie called out to the sea, and a moment later a ball of flame came hurtling from one of the punt boats, hitting the fire pit with frightening precision, causing it to roar to life in an instant, "THANK YOUUUU!" the girl called back with a wave.