December 16th. The previous night was a quiet one. Probably for the best considering the emotional night that preceded it. As telegraphed by the clouds that loomed overhead all day, rainfall began late into the evening and didn't let up until late morning, causing it to be a particularly frustrating morning of loading their equipment back into the truck. But, aside from cussing up a storm while breaking down the tent, Jessica seemed less
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bothered by the irritating circumstances than one might expect. It seems that combination of an exhausting few days and a cold that's growing more apparent with each sniffle and sneeze left her a bit too tired to raise a stink over the mud that refused to do them any favors. Despite clearly feeling a little under the weather, she still opted to drive when they set out. The terrain near the coast is a bit treacherous and, well, she just didn't
Yan Sun was less than thrilled about packing up amid rain and mud, although it's mostly manifested in the form of dismayed noises and grimaces. She's relieved once she can finally retreat to the dry, and relatively warm cabin of the truck. She's even more relieved when Jessica decides to drive - she doesn't particularly trust herself anymore than Jessica trusts her in the current conditions. She's shedded her wet jacket, and her muddy boots,
leaving her in jeans still damp from the rain and her light gray hoodie, which has seen better days. Dried mud, engine grease, food stains and, like everything she owns by now, a lingering smell of campfire. Because of the dramatic nature outside the truck window she's spent most of her time so far looking out at the passing terrain, after digging up a roll of toilet paper for Jessica.
Music once more fills the cab of the old truck as it lurches forward, the truck occasionally listing when they find themselves on a particularly soft patch of mud or as a strong gust of wind rolls through. They're a few hours into their return trip and a light drizzle started back up shortly after they departed. The coast having long since disappeared from their rearview mirror, it's nothing but rough, uneven terrain ahead of them as they
travel back east. Jessica holds a bag of fried varren fat between her thighs, idly popping a piece into her mouth occasionally as she stares through the windshield at the long trip ahead of them. She's dressed as she was the previous day- brown cargo pants and grey thermal shirt. The roll of toilet paper sits atop the dashboard so she can easily grab it to wipe her nose if need be. She absently extends the bag Yan Sun's way in a silent
Yan Sun extends a hand from underneath the blanket she's wrapped herself in, grabbing a handful of snacks to munch on. They've grown on her. "How are you doing?" she asks, pulling her legs on close beneath the blanket and resting her chin against them as she studies the sniffling woman next to her.
Jessica casts a brief glance Yan Sun's way before pulling the snacks back and returning them to their spot between her thighs. "I am fine." she says simply before, as if on command, she begins to feel an approaching sneeze settling in. For a moment she remains perfectly still, eyes little more than slits as she awaits the sneeze's arrival. But it never comes! It never comes! She tightly shuts her eyes for a moment, nose twitching
Yan Sun looks entirely unconvinced, shooting Jessica a deadpan look in response to her glaring. "You're sick." she corrects, eyebrows rising a little. "Just... let me know if you need to rest, okay? It's-..." she glances out the window briefly. "I think I can handle the drive from here..." she says, a bit of hesitation and absolutely no enthusiasm in her voice as she eyes the muddy ground.
Jessica scowls at Yan Sun. "I am fine." she assures overtop Yan Sun's assertion, her words sounding a bit nasally. It prompts her to reach out for the toilet paper to give her nose a quick blow as Yan Sun continues to speak. "When we get away from the coast you are driving. But I do not want to die today, kitty cat." she says simply, giving a slight raise of her brow as she splits her attention between Yan Sun and the windshield. "And
if you are driving?" she continues, pausing only to toss her crumpled up wad of toilet paper Yan Sun's way, "We are very much going to die."
Yan Sun sulks a bit in her corner, but doesn't protest - she would very much rather not drive in these conditions. Instead she pops another bit of fried varren fat into her mouth, the spice making her reach for one of the energy drinks she brought into the cab - thinking ahead! Being hit by the crumpled toilet paper causes her to grimace and sweep it away to the floor with a scrunched up noise. "Urgh, gross!"
Jessica seems to perk up a bit as Yan Sun announces her disgust, smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.