Plane Crash RP!

"Okay, carefully now," Dara said as they reached the tent. They lowered Celeste inside. Dara covered her suitcase with a blanket and lifted Celeste's legs on top. "Keep them elevated," she reminded.

“Thank you again,” Celestia nodded. “Also… if you happen to come across a blue suitcase with a butterfly design, it would be mine.”

"I'll go look for it before the storm hits," Dara replied, nodding. She left the tent and headed back over to the wreckage.

(oh jeez hello, it’s alive once again)

(why do I always miss the start up)

(there needs to be more action in this RP lol)

“Wait!” Celestia called after Dara. “It’s fine! My suitcase isn’t waterproof. If it’s still intact, it won’t get ruined!”

(Ahh what should Fin be doing)

(maybe everyone should meet in the tent and just talk while it rains?? idk)

(That sounds good)

(ok!)
"Okay, I'm back," Dara said as she entered the tent, Cels' luggage in tow. "Your suitcase was torn open somehow, but some stuff is still inside." She plopped down next to her, yawning. "This adrenaline crash is crazy. I'm exhausted."

"It's actually a sign of empathy," Dara mumbled, cupping her face in her hands. "If someone doesn't yawn when they catch someone else yawning, they just might be a sociopath." She smiled tiredly.

Celestia thanked Dara once again, making sure to look through her things later. She smiled, yawning.
“Even the word ‘yawn’ does the trick,” she added. “When the storm dies down, we could find some strong sticks I could use as crutches.” she mused. “But more importantly, do we have any food?”

Celestia fell silent, thinking of what to do about their situation.
“Maybe there are some fruits around here,” she finally spoke. “If I could move, I would have caught some fish.” She glared at her legs, cursing her luck.

"Well, we have to wait til the storm lets up to find food." Dara grimaced. "Hopefully something edible grows around here."

“We should rest, then,” Celestia suggested. “I got myself a spare blanket, I think. If it hasn’t been destroyed. We could share it.”

Dara shrugged but didn't move closer. She huddled into herself. She suddenly longed for home –for her lab, her brother, her friends, hell, even her mother. To keep her mind of her misery, she blurted, "Where were you going? Before the flight crashed, I mean."

"Both of you. Either of you." Dara rubbed her hand across her face again. "Sorry. I never explain stuff."

Dara nodded. "Sounds nice. I was just going back to campus –University of Washington. I was on a study abroad trip."