<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/958869636198301736/tumblr_o9m7rdbUcs1qbduwso1_1280.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/373569172971716610/963570152945877053/EPfUGXRUYAAfa0X.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Angel Williams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16150863#msg16150863)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Starry pjs for hot weather (https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2020/11/20/16058438897098d11c0c5ed81dd245224a8e56538e_thumbnail_900x.webp)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>June 3rd; 9:00 PM</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Girl’s Cabin</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>OPEN, Billie, Faith</em><br/><hr/><br/>She’s tucked into the corner of her bunk, knees up and back supported primarily by the wall they’re up against. Angel really isn’t paying much mind to what is going on around her, attention more focused on the Switch in her hands. She’s shiny hunting, this is serious business. She’s already playing this game a year late, and she wants a pink weed cat. She doesn’t even hear Billie’s inquiry, so much as she hears Cloudie’s excited gasp from the general vicinity of her feet.<br/><br/>This is…well this is not her thing. It would have been, two years ago, but that feels a lifetime away. These days she can’t recall how she ever managed social graces at all, much less the level of popularity she used to have. She reasons that if everyone else joins Billie’s game, then perhaps she will. Wouldn’t want to be the odd man out, after all. She’s certainly not going to be the first volunteer, though. No matter how keen on the idea Cloudie seems to be.<br/><br/>Her fluffy little chaos gremlin has now scrambled up her legs and crawled into her lap, on top of her switch, to make the Sad Eyes at her. “Let’s play!” she says, grinning in so far as a Tapir made of felt can. Angel quietly reminds her that they don’t even know the game, and she’s already playing one. But Angel has already realized that Cloudie is stubborn, and it’s only been some 48 hours. At least she isn’t asking for her to blow anything up like she did this morning. She has no doubt that Cloudie is hoping that this will end in someone streaking or some shit like that. The mischievous twinkle in her dark eyes makes it clear that the guess is likely spot on. Angel tries to silently gesture a refusal towards her soft companion. She is not about it, but she certainly doesn’t want to say so where Billie can hear her. That would be rude.<br/><br/>Then she hears Faith from the other corner, and remembers that not everyone has manners. Cloudie also does not have manners, but at least she’s a stuffed animal. “Wow, what a bitch!” Cloudie says, far louder than Angel would have preferred. Angel shushes her, placing her on her shoulder and preparing to get down to Billie’s level. Perhaps she will play after all, if only to prove a point Faith’s wanna-be edgy ass.  She smiles at Billie easily. She likes her well enough. She doesn’t have to try to be cool, unlike some people.<br/><br/>She shrugs nonchalantly, like she hadn’t just done a mental 180 and had planned to play the whole time. “<strong>Sure, I’ll play! What’s the game?</strong>” Angel turns off her switch as she says this, placing it on her bed before joining the other girl on the floor. She chooses to leave the pillow, instead just folding her long legs underneath her while Cloudie sits on her shoulder. The blue creature is practically vibrating, from both the anticipation of the game and the thrill of having potentially started drama.<br/>