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That would explain the body-sized trail out the door, now that you're sitting up. You squint. The world seems all hazy here, coming from fresh air and sunlight, but that's okay. You'll live. "How long has it been?"
"Uh, I-I don't know. I went in after you as soon as I could, pretty much, but then we were in there for... 2, 3 hours? So maybe an hour out here? Do you think we missed it?"
"I think we're probably right on time! Hang on." You shake the sand off and go over to push the tent door open. Outside, the water's the smoky shade of dusk, and— okay, yes— there's eight or nine people crowded across the way. "Yes! Follow me!"
As you emerge into the pathway, it becomes obvious that the actual tent-making hasn't quite begun— a few people are watching Eloise intently (you can just catch the blue of her cloak up front), but the rest are milling or chatting. Like Horse Face, for instance. Of course Horse Face is here. And that's Madrigal, you think— you didn't recognize the ponytail at first.
Gil sidles up behind you. "We can just watch from back here," he offers. "No need to, uh, get super i-i-involved in—"
"What, you don't want to stand next to <span class="mu-i">Horse Face?</span> Ha-ha."
"Uh..." He appears to seriously consider this. (God-damnit.) "Maybe i-i-if he isn't busy?"
Okay, well, you call the shots here.
>[1] Stay in the back? No way. This is *your* tent— uh, Gil's tent, but same thing. Barnstorm up there and get a front-row seat. (Do you announce yourself also? Y/N)
>[2] Go sidle up next to somebody else.
>>[A] Madrigal. You haven't seen her since she got mad at you for no reason. Maybe she'll want to apologize?
>> Horse Face. Because you have a noble duty to keep your retainer happy, even at great personal cost. Also, he probably has things to say about the end of the world.
>[3] ...And you're calling the shot to stay back here. No need to get super involved in anything— you've had a long day. Maybe you can catch Eloise after she's done?
>[4] Write-in.
