[COLOR=GRAy][hr][CENTER][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1070792705547980842/1080131799591686314/Haleigh_Banner.png[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=SILVER][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]Trial Campground[/I] - [I]Southern Plateau, Dundas Island[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=SILVER][b]The Homecoming Trials #1.55[/b][/COLOR] [I]The Desperate Need for Get-Along Shirts[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][color=SILVER][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]Calliope [@PatientBean] & Iñigo [@Mao Mao][/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=SILVER][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [I]Team 21 Ain't Alright[/I][/right][/SUP]
[INDENT][color=d94a3f]"Just—why are we even fighting to begin with? All we're trying to do is set up tents. and yet people are more heated than I ever could've been writing blog posts about 'why glamping is an abomination and should be stopped'. Can't we just talk things out [i]without[/i] going for the throat?"[/color] 

Despite that things had begun to cool down, Haleigh was still nevertheless astounded at everything that had occurred over the past few minutes. Tensions should have never flared like they had. Banjo, in his own little ways, had been just trying to help, but then Iñigo lost it and from there all hell broke loose. Sure, maybe Banjo was being somewhat obnoxious, but that still not a reason for everything to just blow up like it had. In fact, there wasn't [i]any[/i] reason for how it had blown up. Rationality, which was already difficult to come by given the fact they all had "superpowers", had just gone flying out of the window by that point.

At least no one had decided to use their powers; the only good thing in all the shit that had just been spewed. Haleigh couldn't bare seeing another person hurt, especially by something that could've been classified as a "weapon of mass destruction" anywhere else. The thought of such happening brought her back to that day she unintentionally brought down a hospital, and further back to the day she buried herself alive. It was only a matter of time before something like that was going to happen again, Haleigh worried, and these two fools could've likely done it with their own powers right then and now.

Not wanting to be reminded any further of the past, Haleigh closed her eyes, and took a deep sigh before she decided to answer Iñigo. [color=d94a3f]"It's fine. Let's all just get along, okay? We're supposed to be teammates, not arch-enemies. Teamwork makes the dream work, or whatever the saying is."[/color]

Looking off into the distance, Haleigh wondered how Calliope was handling Banjo. She had run off after him, as well a few others in Blackjack. A couple of the guys, along with the woman who appeared more like a ghost than human. Evidently, the pale woman seemed just as interested as Iñigo had been to get Banjo riled up, laying into him about his manhood and comparing the Australian to that of a neutered dog.

[color=d94a3f]"Here we go again."[/color] 

Her face showed signs of both exhaustion and disappointment. These people were doomed, seemingly only able to understand how to lash out with callous, schoolyard behavior. At least Banjo had made the choice to back off, apparently more interested in another of their team. Maybe those two would be able to get along, Haleigh hoped. They desperately needed some friendly chit-chat that wasn't trying to one-up the other person.

Never mind. She just vomited at the sight of Banjo. So much for wishing someone might get along with another for once.

[color=d94a3f]"I give up. Let them figure out their issues by themselves."[/color] Haleigh said, looking back to her tent partner. She may have just talked a big game about working together, but unless some crazy miracle happened, like everyone realizing "hey, maybe we could, I don't know, be nice to each other", there was no way Team 21 was going to keep itself in one piece. 

[color=d94a3f]"Iñigo, I'm going to take shelter in our tent for awhile. I suggest you plan on doing the same sooner or later with the storm that's coming. It's certainly not going to be a sprinkle."[/color]

Haleigh pointed upwards to draw his attention towards the black, dark clouds above. It was going to rain soon, she knew based off the petrichor, though Haleigh doubted any of her teammates even knew what that meant.

[color=d94a3f]"Between you and me, though, I would've already made the call to pack up and have us head back home. People are only going to get hurt staying out in this weather."[/color]

[color=d94a3f][sub]"But what do I know, it's not like I've been doing this kind of thing my entire life."[/sub][/color] She continued, her words half-grumbled out of annoyance.

Even with their powers in play, Haleigh held reservations about sticking around. No one wins against Mother Nature. It was foolish to think you were invincible from her reckoning. If anything, Haleigh knew that better than anyone here, having been buried alive in a landslide. Her hyperhuman ability may have been the catalyst, but it was still Mother Nature that had done most of the work.

Turning her wheelchair around, Haleigh began to roll herself towards their now-inflated tent only to be cut off by the sudden return of Jim to their motley campground. He made sure to grab everyone's attention as he talked about a "team swap" between the rest of the H.E.A.T.-based teams. Something about being able to switch to another team if they thought didn't mesh with their current team, which... well, fit Team 21 to a T. 

For a moment, Haleigh considered the idea. She looked back at the rest of Blackjack, wondering what they were thinking as well. Some of them had to be thinking of swapping, given recent events. But the more Haleigh thought about it herself, she realized changing teams would just be replacing idiots with idiots. And, besides, not all of Blackjack was awful as she was making it out as. Some of them—Cassander, for instance, and Haleigh supposed Katja and Calliope as well—seemed cool. They might've only spoken a few times, but they were about the closest connection she had with anyone here. Leaving would've meant she'd been alone again. Back at the start with strangers. 

And in all honesty, Haleigh didn't want to be alone again, even if she thought they were all being stupid right now.

From there, Jim moved on to another announcement, telling his team to enjoy their meal around the fire. They probably had enough time for dinner before the rain, Haleigh thought. But did he say they were supposed to stay put, here, in the middle of potential dangerous storm? Part of Haleigh was eager to have some choice words with whoever decided that decision. Jim apparently had some sort of power that could keep them safe, but Haleigh was hesitant to trust him. She wanted to, but she couldn't find the strength to do so. Whenever powers were around, everything seemed to take a turn for the worse. 

Knowing her luck, a lightning bolt might just break past this "supposed" shield and fry her to a crisp. Maybe that was the one good thing out of all this, Haleigh macabrely considered. It'd been something she flirted with in the past. At least then she'd be the 10% in a 90% survival rate. There would be no need to worry about people getting hurt by her actions then, a concern being pushed to the forefront now that the conversation had shifted to their own powers, seemingly in an attempt to keep the team together as the dinner bell rung in time for suppper.

Haleigh shook her head, trying to cast away such thoughts.

No. Offing yourself was stupid, dummy. What was she even thinking? Staying alive was the whole point of coming here. If she wanted to die, then she should've let the people of Vancouver finish the job.

[color=d94a3f][i]Get yourself together, Crawford. Dad didn't raise a quitter.[/i][/color][/INDENT][/INDENT][/color]