So the quick summary of events was that one of her teammates, her actual game-assigned teammates had killed someone. That was not a bad thing! Not in her opinion. But her best friend had an issue with that and the anger had managed to get transferred from her teammate onto her as well. Which was some shit, but Alaska had to just grin and bear it because she didn't want the group to fall apart.
And based on the way her time on Survival of the Fittest had been going the group she was with were the only people who actually cared about her anyway. Everyone else she'd met had ditched her at some stage while her "mentor", the person who specifically was supposed to care about her wellbeing and who was her ex, hadn't even spoken to her once. Not once.
That meant that even though the group was tense, which was a polite way of putting things, Alaska would stick with it and make it work. She had no other options.
It wasn't all bad though. The group itself had her best friend—Laura, a teammate—Sylvain, and if things really got desperate Sergio had potential uses...and he was chill enough she guessed.
But no Laura's attitude really bothered her. She didn't know what exactly she had done to make her angry. She could understand being angry at Sylvain she guessed. He had killed someone—even if that was exactly what he was supposed to do—but Alaska herself hadn't done anything.
As a result of the attitude the trip had been very uncomfortable and while she had managed to keep a happy exterior it didn't extend past her smile. Luckily she had her sunglasses and they could hide her true feelings and also double to be fucking stylin' yo.
They'd settled down on the gaudiest bright orange boat they could find because they had to stay on brand. The RocketBoat itself was...fine...it was a serviceable vessel and a great makeshift sleepover locale. It had an interior and plenty of seating, which meant plenty of makeshift beds. That had been good enough for her.
Curiosity had finally gotten the better of her and Alaska was lying across an aisle of chairs with part of her costume on. The fluffy panda patterned leotard was extremely ridiculous but it had an incredibly comfy hood that had incredibly cute ears attached—one hundred percent the reason she had it up—also, it being ridiculous wasn't really a downside. It had added a nice bit of levity to her generally uncomfortable day. She was truly the SmokeyBear again. She just needed some weed.
"So like, if you had to have sex with one person at Mangrove who would it have been? Also like, what's the plan now I guess?"