IR Day 11 - Go to Blue Team

Bringing Ingrid here would 100% make her uncomfortable, especially with your team being composed of total idiots who belong in first grade. They’d tease you two nonstop. You’re better off taking your chances with Adella.

You slip out of the cabin and hesitate before going into the downpour, then make a run for it. You splash up to Blue Team’s cabin, dripping, and knock.

The door opens on a scene of chaos, and everyone freezes.

The person who answered the door is Feng, who is… apparently the only normal person in this cabin.

There’s a fight going on in the middle of the cabin, with Hana, Beth, Jill, and Duni involved. They’re just a tangle of limbs and confusion.

Adella sits on a bunk like a queen, with Riona snuggled up beside her. Adella’s watching the fight with interest, while it looks like Riona’s trying for something else.

Meanwhile, Ingrid and Julieta are on the bed farthest away from all that, and Julieta is braiding Ingrid’s hair.

Olga stands just outside the radius of the battle, yelling in Russian, apparently cheering them on. A few feet away, Miranda is bending over to change her shorts, giving you a view of her offensively round bottom in white leggings.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hi,” Feng replies. Looks like everyone’s just not acknowledging the fight.

A phone pops free of the melee and spins across the floor. The fighters all dive for it. You see now: one of them smuggled a phone down here, and it’s a free for all to see who gets it. You can’t blame them. You would fight someone for your phone right now. You have never gone this long without it.

“I just came to hang out,” you say to Feng.

Feng turns to Adella.

“She just came to hang out,” she reports.

“Make her wipe her feet,” Adella says.

“I can hear you,” you reply.

“Tell her to wipe her feet,” Adella says to Feng.

“Wipe your feet,” Feng says.

God. You wipe your feet and enter the cabin, dodging as Beth comes reeling past. You edge around the room and make your way to Ingrid and Julieta.

Ingrid looks happy to see you, at least. And Julieta is always sweet.

“Am I interrupting?” you ask politely. You don’t want to act too entitled.

“No,” Julieta says, and you peer at her suspiciously. You always suspected that she could understand English.

“Thanks.” You duck in and give Ingrid a very polite and proper kiss on the cheek, then join them. “You look cute,” you say. Her hair looks very correct in a braid. She wears no makeup, and just blue shorts and a t-shirt, but she looks like a supermodel to you.

You didn’t mean to come and hijack the conversation, but that’s what happens. Within minutes you and Ingrid are talking about what you would do if you had your phones. You want to text your sister and your mom and a couple of your friends from home, and she wants to write an email to her family. You want to look at social media and see what people are saying about FUTA, and look at clips from the game, even though you lost.

You talk about what you would want to do if you could get out of here.

“I would like coffee,” Ingrid says longingly, her eyes going to the wall in the direction of the dining hall. You know what she means. The coffee at this camp is instant. Losers get to suffer.

You are craving Mexican food. That could be a fun date. They probably have Mexican restaurants in Sweden, but you bet they’re pretty different from what you have in Florida. The conversation gets onto food, and you try to explain nachos and she tries to explain whatever the hell lingonberries are.