(voice) un: brick.master (backdated to the 20th)

[backpacking]

This place has a whole lotta creepy shit, but you know what it doesn't have? Jokes.

[ Hello and Good Day: over the network comes the light, amused voice of a 15-year-old girl. ]

Figured it'd do us all some good to lighten the mood. Keeps the blood pressure down! Unless you're allergic to fun, or something, in which case, uh... I dunno. Tune me out?

Okay, first one. Let's get warmed up. If you're an American in the bathroom, and you're American when you come out, what are you when you're in there?

[ DRAMATIC PAUSE ]

European. [ ~ta-da~ ] Next one, and I'll let you chime in this time. Did you hear about the Italian chef who died?

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[backpacking]

Well, it'd do some good if we found something. Besides, what else're we doing here?

[ Sure, they'd probably be safer doing nothing, but that isn't either of their style. Not when they're not in a safe place like Jackson, and there are a lot of questions hanging over their heads. Questions with possibly very dangerous answers. ]

C'mon, Joel. Do you want to leave it up to all these other people to get us out of here?

[shivving]

[ She's got a point. At least this gives them something to do besides sitting around going stir-crazy. Besides, what if they do find something? ]

Alright, alright.

[ He holds up his hands in surrender. ]

Y'wanna go now? Or still too busy torturin' innocent people with your jokes?

[backpacking]

Who says I can't do both? [ The devices are portable, Joel!! ] Let's go.

[ She'll end the call, then, to prepare however she's able for the trip, and to then head out to meet up with him. ]