IR Day 12 - Sunday Morning

Sunday is beautiful. It’s sunny and warm, and nothing but trouble.

It’s almost lunchtime. You sit on the beach by the lake with your team, cross-legged and comfortable. It’s funny how the levels of caring have changed during your short time at this camp. When this was initially just a training camp, the girls wore athletic clothes and didn’t worry too much about looking cute. Then it switched to FUTA, and suddenly everyone is trying to be on the cutting edge of chic athletic clothes and doing makeup every day like soccer practice is going on Instagram. Which it is.

But down here at loser camp, nobody gives a fuck. Your girls are rumpled, not made up, and several have obvious bed-head. And the past two hours have been rough. You and Lara are doing your best to make sense of the chaos and restore some order to the team before your inevitable return to the battlefield tomorrow.

It’s not working.

“Hey,” you snap, and you don’t want to target Viti of all people, but she’s the one who’s obviously leaning to whisper. “Guys! Is there something I need to know? Something more important than this?”

Viti shuts up and shakes her head.

You look from girl to girl, all of them shifting guiltily. Lara touches your shoulder.

“Allow me,” she says, fixing her gaze on Aki. “Aki, what is happening?”

“Why do you ask me?” Aki asks, looking curious. She’s the only one who is properly dressed and made up apart from you and Lara. Her hair is perfect and she’s wearing a cute little dress with pink flip-flops and a big hat.

“Because you know. And you don’t care,” Lara tells her bluntly.

Sun laughs. Of course, she’s out here in short shorts and a bikini top at your insistence. She’d seriously been planning to walk out of the cabin in nothing but a tee this morning. At least she has underwear on, thanks to you.

“One of our teammates, in the interests of fostering positive relations between teams, forged new bonds with our counterparts on another team who happened to have some information about upcoming changes to policy,” Aki reports mildly in her English, which is accented, yet apparently better than yours.

You and Lara look at each other.

Lara scowls. “So to translate that, one of our girls had sex with a girl on another team who had smuggled a cell phone down here?”

Aki smiles and toys idly with a lock of her hair.