The Beach, Tuesday Evening

[intraspective]

Ino had decided that, rather than stick around the campfires tonight that she wanted to a) go swimming and b) enjoy the night sky.

And a wee tiny bit of it counted as c) training too. Swimming could totally be classed as training, and no Ino didn't really care that maybe swimming all by herself wasn't the smartest of ideas as the sun slowly went down. Her towel, her phone, and her notebook-with-a-pen were laid out on the beach, as well as her distinctive sandals.

She'd get out in a bit, dry off, and watch the stars.

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[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Well," Valentine grinned a little, "I'm not much of a TV watcher in general, so I'm not sure if I'd be a very good choice of a judge for Galaxy Quest," although the appropriateness of it still amused her greatly, "but I'd be happy to be available should no better judge make herself available."

[intraspective]

Ino laughed. "The only rule is you can't vote for your own cabin--we don't want to skew it, you know? At least, not 'less we've all drank a good bit first."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"But what if my cabin's show really is the best?"

[intraspective]

"Then you'll have to trust that everyone else thinks so too," she said, grinning. "I can't vote for Lightning Bug, and Elena can't vote for Abaranger, so it's fair."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Fair," Valentine agreed, "but not necessarily accurate."

[intraspective]

That got a bit of a shrug.

"It'll be fun anyway," she said, with a laugh. "It's just a game!"

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'll be there either way," Valentine said. "See how things turn out."

[intraspective]

"Excellent!" Ino said, beaming. "I'll count on it."