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With a blank face, Nate held up his aquatic bounty.
"A fish."
Because, really, what else was there to say? A fish was a fish, no matter how he tried to cut it, and trying to make himself out to have gotten something better did not seem like the intelligent play. Not that he knew what constituted an intelligent play here, and not that he particularly cared, but it seemed like much more of a hassle to explain how else he could've ended up with a frozen fish within his hands.
"A fish."
Because, really, what else was there to say? A fish was a fish, no matter how he tried to cut it, and trying to make himself out to have gotten something better did not seem like the intelligent play. Not that he knew what constituted an intelligent play here, and not that he particularly cared, but it seemed like much more of a hassle to explain how else he could've ended up with a frozen fish within his hands.
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A fish. Nate, his ally, was assigned a fish.
If this situation was in a book, Cory might have found it a bit charming. But alas, this was the real world. He breathed a sigh of relief, stepping out from his place of cover. The situation had become clear to him - he was now the most dangerous person in the group. His hand tightened around the handle.
He wouldn't stoop to that level. He couldn't, even if he wanted to. Cory wanted to live, but the cost of another person's life was more than Cory would ever be willing to pay.
The role of the protector, it seemed, would have to rest with him. He was the only one of them with a weapon worth anything, and while he was not at all ready to use it against anyone or anything, he didn't trust the people around him enough to not use it against him, should he hand it off.
"So, is there anything else we need to address here? What's our plan, exactly?"
He spoke joylessly, his voice weary. The tension of the situation had worn on him. He didn't expect his allies to have a clue about what to do because he didn't either.
But there wasn't anything wrong with asking for help. He'd learned that only a little bit ago.
If this situation was in a book, Cory might have found it a bit charming. But alas, this was the real world. He breathed a sigh of relief, stepping out from his place of cover. The situation had become clear to him - he was now the most dangerous person in the group. His hand tightened around the handle.
He wouldn't stoop to that level. He couldn't, even if he wanted to. Cory wanted to live, but the cost of another person's life was more than Cory would ever be willing to pay.
The role of the protector, it seemed, would have to rest with him. He was the only one of them with a weapon worth anything, and while he was not at all ready to use it against anyone or anything, he didn't trust the people around him enough to not use it against him, should he hand it off.
"So, is there anything else we need to address here? What's our plan, exactly?"
He spoke joylessly, his voice weary. The tension of the situation had worn on him. He didn't expect his allies to have a clue about what to do because he didn't either.
But there wasn't anything wrong with asking for help. He'd learned that only a little bit ago.
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Gregory burst out laughing.
Of course, he didn't mean to, but holy shit it was a fucking fish! A fucking fish! The monotone way Nate delivered it really didn't help with the hilarity of the situation. God, poor bastard... More like "Cod, poor bastard", he thought, and then the thought sent him into another peal of laughter, leaning against the door as he slowly tried to calm himself down.
"Oh god, man... Aw, I feel bad for you. A fucking fish..." A few sniggers later, Gregory was pretty sure that he had got it all out of him. Right, now back to your regularly scheduled SOTF-TV season.
Cory asked from behind them what their plan was, and Gregory turned to face him. He didn't sound happy at all, which was valid because not many people liked being put into SOTF, unless you were like, AnArchy or Vahka or something. And even then, they were both just kinda fucked up. Gregory wasn't entirely happy about it either, but Sammy had always said you gotta make the best of a bad situation, and he was damn well sure that he was gonna do that!
"Well, uh, we should probably go and find somewhere safe to hide out. You see that big cruise ship-"
Gregory gestured to the ship dominating the skyline with a nod.
"We should probably avoid there. A lotta people are gonna have woke up there and we don't wanna get into the middle of a firefight or something. You have a lotta good opportunities for stealing people's shit, but you don't wanna be too risky. Maybe find some smaller place to bunker down. Like, uh." Ah, the map! Unzipping his bag quickly, he pulled out the map, laying it out flat on the coffee table.
"If we're here, on this number 9, then maybe... maybe the number 5! The fishing trawler. It's only got like, two jetties leading up to it so you only got two entrances to defend! It's outta the way, so most people won't think of going there. And there might be fishing gear there, so we can add to our collection of fish! Thinking about it, with our weapons, defence would be pretty easy. I trip them with the bolas and Cory knifes them." Gregory excitedly explained, jabbing at points on the map. He was aware that his fellow Buccaneers may be a little adverse to the idea of killing or injuring someone else, but this was SOTF. You aren't just gonna get through it by holding hands and singing kumbaya, you had to get into it. And he was confident they could defend their vessel from anyone seeking to claim it.
Unless they had a gun. In which case, well, his confidence dropped rapidly.
Of course, he didn't mean to, but holy shit it was a fucking fish! A fucking fish! The monotone way Nate delivered it really didn't help with the hilarity of the situation. God, poor bastard... More like "Cod, poor bastard", he thought, and then the thought sent him into another peal of laughter, leaning against the door as he slowly tried to calm himself down.
"Oh god, man... Aw, I feel bad for you. A fucking fish..." A few sniggers later, Gregory was pretty sure that he had got it all out of him. Right, now back to your regularly scheduled SOTF-TV season.
Cory asked from behind them what their plan was, and Gregory turned to face him. He didn't sound happy at all, which was valid because not many people liked being put into SOTF, unless you were like, AnArchy or Vahka or something. And even then, they were both just kinda fucked up. Gregory wasn't entirely happy about it either, but Sammy had always said you gotta make the best of a bad situation, and he was damn well sure that he was gonna do that!
"Well, uh, we should probably go and find somewhere safe to hide out. You see that big cruise ship-"
Gregory gestured to the ship dominating the skyline with a nod.
"We should probably avoid there. A lotta people are gonna have woke up there and we don't wanna get into the middle of a firefight or something. You have a lotta good opportunities for stealing people's shit, but you don't wanna be too risky. Maybe find some smaller place to bunker down. Like, uh." Ah, the map! Unzipping his bag quickly, he pulled out the map, laying it out flat on the coffee table.
"If we're here, on this number 9, then maybe... maybe the number 5! The fishing trawler. It's only got like, two jetties leading up to it so you only got two entrances to defend! It's outta the way, so most people won't think of going there. And there might be fishing gear there, so we can add to our collection of fish! Thinking about it, with our weapons, defence would be pretty easy. I trip them with the bolas and Cory knifes them." Gregory excitedly explained, jabbing at points on the map. He was aware that his fellow Buccaneers may be a little adverse to the idea of killing or injuring someone else, but this was SOTF. You aren't just gonna get through it by holding hands and singing kumbaya, you had to get into it. And he was confident they could defend their vessel from anyone seeking to claim it.
Unless they had a gun. In which case, well, his confidence dropped rapidly.
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Nate pursed his lips in an attempt to hold in his surprise at the ease with which Greg began to discuss potential plans for murder, but he supposed he wasn't too perturbed by the whole thing. For one, considering the show had been on so long, it did make sense some people would, well, be weirdos like that, and for another, well...
It just made the whole "think about what's important" concept this mentor was talking about that much easier to follow. 'Cause, really, it let Nate know that Greg was pretty gung-ho on the killing part of things, and considering the only thing holding their group together was an actual desire to not die just yet, odds were good that such a tenuous bond would fracture under any major sort of stress.
"So, go and hole up in the fishing boat?"
Nate shrugged, feeling the cold of the frozen fish in his hand. Not as if he had anywhere better to put it, really.
"Nothing better to do than that, I guess."
It just made the whole "think about what's important" concept this mentor was talking about that much easier to follow. 'Cause, really, it let Nate know that Greg was pretty gung-ho on the killing part of things, and considering the only thing holding their group together was an actual desire to not die just yet, odds were good that such a tenuous bond would fracture under any major sort of stress.
"So, go and hole up in the fishing boat?"
Nate shrugged, feeling the cold of the frozen fish in his hand. Not as if he had anywhere better to put it, really.
"Nothing better to do than that, I guess."
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Cory tried to ignore Gregory's chortling at the woefully lackluster weapon assignment. He didn't find the joke terribly amusing - it was hard to laugh when the stakes were life and death. For a brief moment, it seemed that there would be a respite from his guffawing before he lapsed almost immediately back into his hysterics. After a few seconds that, to Cory, felt like an eternity, Gregory seemingly exhausted his ability to keeping crowing on about the fish and began to form an actual semblance of a plan.
Gregory was advising that they not go to the yacht. That was reasonable. In all likelihood, it was going to be a bloodbath there, and Cory had no interest in getting himself killed. And then he kept talking. He talked about taking opportunities to rob supplies and then hiding away. Already, Cory was ready to object, but he decided to let him continue. Maybe he'd be able to talk him out of this after he finished his plan.
Gregory then pulled his map from the bag and suggested excitedly that they head towards a fishing trawler to gain supplies and food. He could have left it at that. He could have stopped talking, just for a moment.
No, evidently, he couldn't. Otherwise, he might have realized that what he was saying was utterly insane. With all the glee of a child getting a bag of candy, Gregory excitedly blathered about having Cory murder his classmates. With his help, of course.
Cory could feel his hands tighten, the lime-green handle of the knife digging into his palm. The insinuation wasn't just inaccurate - it was infuriating. He tried his best to keep from showing the frustration and disbelief he felt, but he had no doubts that some of his thoughts on the matter were made clear regardless.
He glanced at Nate, hoping he would be willing to stand up to the obvious madness of this plan. And he heard the next words out of Nate's mouth. And then he saw him shrug. He didn't care. Not one bit.
This all felt like one massive nightmare. He was in a houseboat, on the open ocean, in a death game, on live television, and the two people he had chosen as his nominal allies were reacting to the thought of ending human lives with revelry and apathy, respectively. It felt completely unreal.
Cory was utterly stunned. He had no words.
Gregory was advising that they not go to the yacht. That was reasonable. In all likelihood, it was going to be a bloodbath there, and Cory had no interest in getting himself killed. And then he kept talking. He talked about taking opportunities to rob supplies and then hiding away. Already, Cory was ready to object, but he decided to let him continue. Maybe he'd be able to talk him out of this after he finished his plan.
Gregory then pulled his map from the bag and suggested excitedly that they head towards a fishing trawler to gain supplies and food. He could have left it at that. He could have stopped talking, just for a moment.
No, evidently, he couldn't. Otherwise, he might have realized that what he was saying was utterly insane. With all the glee of a child getting a bag of candy, Gregory excitedly blathered about having Cory murder his classmates. With his help, of course.
Cory could feel his hands tighten, the lime-green handle of the knife digging into his palm. The insinuation wasn't just inaccurate - it was infuriating. He tried his best to keep from showing the frustration and disbelief he felt, but he had no doubts that some of his thoughts on the matter were made clear regardless.
He glanced at Nate, hoping he would be willing to stand up to the obvious madness of this plan. And he heard the next words out of Nate's mouth. And then he saw him shrug. He didn't care. Not one bit.
This all felt like one massive nightmare. He was in a houseboat, on the open ocean, in a death game, on live television, and the two people he had chosen as his nominal allies were reacting to the thought of ending human lives with revelry and apathy, respectively. It felt completely unreal.
Cory was utterly stunned. He had no words.
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Man, planning this stuff out was fun! It wasn't exactly like planning a well-executed charge to rout a rival kingdom's forces and leave them running while bowmen rained death from above like Total War, but it was still pretty fun. Man, he could have a bow! He didn't know how to use a bow, but it couldn't be that hard, right? Nock the arrow and then pull the string back and let it rip!
Right. Back to the planning. He took a glance back at his two companions; Nate seemed ambivalent about the whole killing people thing, which was good! Well, normally it wouldn't be good because you'd get shot by the cops if you tried to kill someone normally, but there weren't any cops here! Unless a Miami-Dade officer was a mentor or something. Cory, however, didn't seem to be taking it well at all which was kinda a problem because part two of Gregory's plan for defending their boat involved that knife he was carrying. You couldn't really slap someone to death with that fish that Nate had, after all. He didn't even look unhappy, he actively looked frustrated.
"Hey, what's up buddy Cory?" Gregory asked over his shoulder before returning his attention to the map, a finger tracing over the path they had to take to get to their new home, the fishing trawler. A couple of jetties, that floating restaurant thing - man, did those actually exist? The waves would just make you sick. There might be people in there, but they could just sneak through and f they had to, Gregory and Cory could bolas and knife a dude and then make their getaway from there.
Although, perhaps it wasn't the best idea to rely on Cory. Maybe it'd be better to just take his knife and then with Nate make their travels to the fishing trawler-
Nah, actually. Surely this guy was just like, one of those guy who had nerves and stuff about actually doing it but whenever you actually got down to it he would be willing to do whatever they had to do. Really, it just didn't make sense to be 'oh no I don't wanna kill someone' when you were in the murder-show game. It was sink or swim.
Heh. Sink or swim was especially true on this arena, and so he snickered.
"Alright, so we just gotta leave here and navigate through these jetties," Gregory explained, his finger tracing over the path that his fellow Buccaneers were gonna take. "go through this floating restaurant and take out anyone who might try and harm us." Glancing back, he tried to see how Cory reacted to that idea. "From there, it's just a little walk to the fishing trawler! Then we toss anyone there overseas. Us or them, after all! Then we leave once it becomes a danger zone, after a little rest and maybe some defence." Cory needed to realise that. It was survival of the fittest in the most pure Darwinist terms. You either adapted, or you died.
Right. Back to the planning. He took a glance back at his two companions; Nate seemed ambivalent about the whole killing people thing, which was good! Well, normally it wouldn't be good because you'd get shot by the cops if you tried to kill someone normally, but there weren't any cops here! Unless a Miami-Dade officer was a mentor or something. Cory, however, didn't seem to be taking it well at all which was kinda a problem because part two of Gregory's plan for defending their boat involved that knife he was carrying. You couldn't really slap someone to death with that fish that Nate had, after all. He didn't even look unhappy, he actively looked frustrated.
"Hey, what's up buddy Cory?" Gregory asked over his shoulder before returning his attention to the map, a finger tracing over the path they had to take to get to their new home, the fishing trawler. A couple of jetties, that floating restaurant thing - man, did those actually exist? The waves would just make you sick. There might be people in there, but they could just sneak through and f they had to, Gregory and Cory could bolas and knife a dude and then make their getaway from there.
Although, perhaps it wasn't the best idea to rely on Cory. Maybe it'd be better to just take his knife and then with Nate make their travels to the fishing trawler-
Nah, actually. Surely this guy was just like, one of those guy who had nerves and stuff about actually doing it but whenever you actually got down to it he would be willing to do whatever they had to do. Really, it just didn't make sense to be 'oh no I don't wanna kill someone' when you were in the murder-show game. It was sink or swim.
Heh. Sink or swim was especially true on this arena, and so he snickered.
"Alright, so we just gotta leave here and navigate through these jetties," Gregory explained, his finger tracing over the path that his fellow Buccaneers were gonna take. "go through this floating restaurant and take out anyone who might try and harm us." Glancing back, he tried to see how Cory reacted to that idea. "From there, it's just a little walk to the fishing trawler! Then we toss anyone there overseas. Us or them, after all! Then we leave once it becomes a danger zone, after a little rest and maybe some defence." Cory needed to realise that. It was survival of the fittest in the most pure Darwinist terms. You either adapted, or you died.
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(From here)
Noises from the top floor:
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump-thump.
Rustle. Rustle.
Zip.
Sigh.
Rustle rustle rustle. Slight exhale. Plastic crackling, a sound of liquid sloshing.
"Emmy, who did this to me?"
Noises from the top floor:
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump-thump.
Rustle. Rustle.
Zip.
Sigh.
Rustle rustle rustle. Slight exhale. Plastic crackling, a sound of liquid sloshing.
"Emmy, who did this to me?"
There was only a brief delay.
"A whole group. Keegan. Fisk. Bacchia. Giselle. James.
...You shouldn't go after them. They're wrong about the rules but you were lucky not to die."
"A whole group. Keegan. Fisk. Bacchia. Giselle. James.
...You shouldn't go after them. They're wrong about the rules but you were lucky not to die."
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"Do you want Alaska to make it over me?"
There was a significant delay.
"I don't want anyone to make it over anyone, Ivan."
"I don't want anyone to make it over anyone, Ivan."
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"Okay."
Creak.
Thump thump thump thump.
The noise upstairs stops.
((Continued elsewhere))
Creak.
Thump thump thump thump.
The noise upstairs stops.
((Continued elsewhere))
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Nate nodded along, because saying no seemed tantamount to laying down and placing a big-ass target on your back.
"Yeah, sure, let's do that," he muttered, out of oft-forgotten social courtesy more than anything else. He could call this stupid, call them fools for thinking they could just stay one big happy trio, but that seemed like a bit too much to do at the moment. As it stood, he couldn't bring himself to care that much about the other two people. Just how it was.
"Yeah, sure, let's do that," he muttered, out of oft-forgotten social courtesy more than anything else. He could call this stupid, call them fools for thinking they could just stay one big happy trio, but that seemed like a bit too much to do at the moment. As it stood, he couldn't bring himself to care that much about the other two people. Just how it was.
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Gregory wanted to know what was wrong.
For starters, everything. Everything about this was wrong. Everything everybody was saying was wrong. It was like reading a badly-written book. None of the characters felt like they were in-character. Except it was real life. And these were real people.
Cory felt sick, and the feeling grew worse with every single word. Talk of taking out people and throwing them overboard. He wished that this was some horrible joke, that Gregory would shake his head and say he was kidding. However, it was abundantly clear to Cory that his ally seriously thought they would cut through the other contestants like ribbons.
Gregory kept looking at him. Every once in a while, Cory would notice another suspicious glance in his direction. Nate kept nodding. He agreed to the plan.
Cory, at this moment, knew his position. He was utterly outmatched. Disagreeing could very well mean death. He did his best to keep himself collected and took a deep breath. Then he made his own move.
"Yeah, alright."
The words felt wrong coming out of his mouth, but he said them regardless. He had a plan and a goal, and he couldn't achieve either if he got himself killed.
"Do you mind if I take a moment to rest before we go? Sort out my supplies, take a breather, all that? Won't take too long."
For starters, everything. Everything about this was wrong. Everything everybody was saying was wrong. It was like reading a badly-written book. None of the characters felt like they were in-character. Except it was real life. And these were real people.
Cory felt sick, and the feeling grew worse with every single word. Talk of taking out people and throwing them overboard. He wished that this was some horrible joke, that Gregory would shake his head and say he was kidding. However, it was abundantly clear to Cory that his ally seriously thought they would cut through the other contestants like ribbons.
Gregory kept looking at him. Every once in a while, Cory would notice another suspicious glance in his direction. Nate kept nodding. He agreed to the plan.
Cory, at this moment, knew his position. He was utterly outmatched. Disagreeing could very well mean death. He did his best to keep himself collected and took a deep breath. Then he made his own move.
"Yeah, alright."
The words felt wrong coming out of his mouth, but he said them regardless. He had a plan and a goal, and he couldn't achieve either if he got himself killed.
"Do you mind if I take a moment to rest before we go? Sort out my supplies, take a breather, all that? Won't take too long."
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Oh man, they actually seemed to be going along with it! His assessment of Cory musta been right, because he agreed with the plan. Finally, he had some kind of a team, and a plan! SOTF fans ate up teaming, even if it was certain at some point that they'd fracture violently in a way that at least left a member or two dead. But that was half the fun, wasn't it? Watching what your favourite players were gonna do, seeing their reactions to the other contestants,
The other half, of course, was watching the murders.
There was a noise upstairs - well, not upstairs, but on the roof of the houseboat- and his head shot skywards. Was someone up there? Spying on them, waiting for the opportune moment when they turned their backs to hop down from the ceiling hatch and mow them down with a gun? If there's one thing Gregory had learned from Total War - which sounded dorky - it was to never leave your flank uncovered, because someone might stick a sword in it while you're not looking. He glanced over to Cory, who seemed to still be worried about the whole scenario.
"It's settled, then! Everyone better fear the Three Buccaneers, because we're gonna rock this whole boat!" He cringed as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth. Rock this whole boat? God, that sounded like all they'd do is fucking run from side to side and rock this little houseboat over. Ugh, that was one for the cringe compilations, but if he tried to reword it that would also hit the cringe compilations. "This boat, this floatila, this whole world!" Man, now he just sounded like a megalomaniac. But sounding like a megalomaniac was better than being cringy. Attempting to distract himself, he folded the map roughly and shoved it back into his backpack.
Cory was requesting a little breather. Normally, this was perfectly fine and normal and he woulda let Cory do it, no sweat. But there was the issue of his loyalty and morale. There was the chance that he took the opportunity to cut and run, and they couldn't be the Three Buccaneers if there were only two of them.
"Yeah, sure! I'll let you get up so you can sit on the couch and take a breather." If he was on the couch, he couldn't sprint and run. And, as Gregory moved to lean up against the doorframe leading to the big blue world, he only had one route out; the roof hatch. In addition, this also gave Gregory a good view of said hatch, which meant if anyone did drop through it, Gregory had a clear shot at them with the bolas. And, if Cory ran, well, he'd be tied up and relieved of his knife and supplies sooner rather than later.
Positioning, as well as being aesthetically cool, was also pretty good tactically!
The other half, of course, was watching the murders.
There was a noise upstairs - well, not upstairs, but on the roof of the houseboat- and his head shot skywards. Was someone up there? Spying on them, waiting for the opportune moment when they turned their backs to hop down from the ceiling hatch and mow them down with a gun? If there's one thing Gregory had learned from Total War - which sounded dorky - it was to never leave your flank uncovered, because someone might stick a sword in it while you're not looking. He glanced over to Cory, who seemed to still be worried about the whole scenario.
"It's settled, then! Everyone better fear the Three Buccaneers, because we're gonna rock this whole boat!" He cringed as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth. Rock this whole boat? God, that sounded like all they'd do is fucking run from side to side and rock this little houseboat over. Ugh, that was one for the cringe compilations, but if he tried to reword it that would also hit the cringe compilations. "This boat, this floatila, this whole world!" Man, now he just sounded like a megalomaniac. But sounding like a megalomaniac was better than being cringy. Attempting to distract himself, he folded the map roughly and shoved it back into his backpack.
Cory was requesting a little breather. Normally, this was perfectly fine and normal and he woulda let Cory do it, no sweat. But there was the issue of his loyalty and morale. There was the chance that he took the opportunity to cut and run, and they couldn't be the Three Buccaneers if there were only two of them.
"Yeah, sure! I'll let you get up so you can sit on the couch and take a breather." If he was on the couch, he couldn't sprint and run. And, as Gregory moved to lean up against the doorframe leading to the big blue world, he only had one route out; the roof hatch. In addition, this also gave Gregory a good view of said hatch, which meant if anyone did drop through it, Gregory had a clear shot at them with the bolas. And, if Cory ran, well, he'd be tied up and relieved of his knife and supplies sooner rather than later.
Positioning, as well as being aesthetically cool, was also pretty good tactically!
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...They were still going with the Three Buccaneers? Hadn't Nate explicitly told the others that idea was a stupid piece of shit? Which, okay, pretty harsh, but still. A stupid piece of shit was a stupid piece of shit, and nothing anyone tried to say would change that. Especially when all wrapped up in one neat murderous package. Nae looked at the other two guys with a questioning look, one he hoped he was trying to hide but one he was relatively sure could be sussed out with ease.
Faking wasn't his forte, particularly when that forte had to involve disguising his displeasure at literally anything. That displeasure was pretty firmly focused on the whole atmosphere of tension seeming to now coat the entire discussion, so...yeah.
"Waiting then, I guess," Nate muttered, to no one in particular.
They were all waiting, that was true, but Nate was growing quite sure they were all waiting for different things.
Faking wasn't his forte, particularly when that forte had to involve disguising his displeasure at literally anything. That displeasure was pretty firmly focused on the whole atmosphere of tension seeming to now coat the entire discussion, so...yeah.
"Waiting then, I guess," Nate muttered, to no one in particular.
They were all waiting, that was true, but Nate was growing quite sure they were all waiting for different things.