la cucaracha! la cucaracha! [closed]

[subourbon]

WHO: Clone Club + "friends"
WHERE: Mexico!
WHEN: Feb 17 onwards
WHAT: Clone Club's first family vacation across the border! They're probably all going to fight over the bathroom, tbh
WARNINGS: N/A

Comments

[doubleblind]

With what? It can't be as important as this.

[She reaches one hand up from her spot on the floor, brandishing a brochure for a particularly tacky tourist trap at Alison. Cosima doesn't even want to go there, but maybe the threat will convince Alison to help her plan things.]

[subourbon]

This isn't a vacation, we're not here to go sightseeing. [She makes a small noise of frustration.] Who's socks are these? Why would anyone think it's okay to leave socks lying around in a shared space?!

[doubleblind]

[Cosima is 95% sure those are her socks but she's not about to tell Alison that and face her wrath. Instead she offers another brochure.]

We are totally going sightseeing. What else are we gonna do? Stay in here all day and drive each other crazy?

[She fixes Alison with a pointed look in case she starts to argue. They're already driving each other a little crazy, there's no denying that.]

[subourbon]

It would help if someone didn't just decide to do a whole fashion show in the middle of the living area every morning! Didn't you get the memo to pack the essentials only?

[Alison had managed to fit everything she needed into a single duffel bag and she doesn't see why that wasn't true for everyone else.]

[doubleblind]

Fashion show? Dude, I'm just figuring out what to wear, it's not like you've gotta watch. Some of us don't follow some weird suburbia uniform.

[It's an immature retort and Cosima knows it. But she's agitated and tired and anxious (though she won't admit it) and being cooped up in this tiny apartment isn't helping. She pushes her hand against her forehead with a sigh.]

Sorry. Look, I'm just getting stir crazy here. I can't be the only one.

[subourbon]

What am I supposed to do? Hide in the bathroom until you're finally done?

[She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose with the hand that isn't holding the offending socks. This just confirms what she's been telling everyone, that it's a good thing their family has been housed separately back in the USA.]

I still can't believe they couldn't get us two rooms.

[doubleblind]

One per family.

[Cosima mimics the ones who made the rule, complete with hand gestures. It was kind of funny at the time, watching Alison try to argue with them to get them an extra room, but now Cosima thinks that maybe she should've joined Alison in her pleading.]

You know, if we weren't all in here all the time, it wouldn't seem so small.

[subourbon]

Look, there's no way for us to know for sure that it's safe out there. I don't want us taking any unnecessary risks!

[The last thing they need is for someone to either get taken hostage by the drug cartel, or to be thrown into the drunk tank for being drunk and disorderly.]

[doubleblind]

What if I keep us close to home? Well, temporary home.

[She looks back to the map, tracing a radius of about 20 km from a star drawn on the map, that marks where they're staying.]

[subourbon]

Well, I guess that would depend on what there is to see "close to home".

[doubleblind]

[Cosima can't help but grin at how easily she's winning Alison over. She pats the spot on the ground next to her.]

I'll let you pick the first excursion.

[subourbon]

... I suppose going to some kind of marketplace might not be a bad idea. I could at least pick up some fresh groceries, which would save us money.

[The last thing they need is to blow all their money on room service, even if Sarah has an unexpectedly large amount saved up from whatever shady business she's clearly gotten involved in.]

[doubleblind]

That'd be fun. I actually think there's a couple nearby.

[She starts flipping through the book, going to one of her tabbed pages. With her other hand she pats the ground next to her again. Sit down, Alison.]

[subourbon]

[There is no way in heck she is sitting on that floor. Who knows when it was last vacuumed!?]

You keep looking, I'm going to try and get some laundry done.

[doubleblind]

[Cosima sighs. Laundry is high on the list of things she doesn't want to do.]

Alison, the laundry can wait.

[subourbon]

It can wait for you because you have like a million outfits! I only have five. Besides, it's starting to build up and I'd rather tackle it now.

[She's pretty sure no one else in this apartment is going to. Except maybe George. She's pretty sure he'd do whatever any of them asked of him, still.]

[doubleblind]

I'll let you borrow some stuff.

[Cosima's grinning, knowing Alison won't accept the offer.]

[subourbon]

I appreciate the offer, Cosima, but no.

[The whole boho, hippie thing is just not going to work for her.]

[doubleblind]

Your loss.

[Cosima is sure that Alison could pull of the boho hippie look (though not as well as she does), if she tried. Anything would be better than the suburban soccer mom thing she currently has going on.

Cosima stands after a moment, temporarily abandoning her project.]

So, what can I do to help us make this outing happen faster.

[subourbon]

Well, you could--

[Alison pauses for a second, and then gently knocks her own head.]

I keep forgetting we can use our "powers" again.

[doubleblind]

[Cosima can't help but laugh, elbowing Alison lightly.]

I was wondering when you were gonna remember.

[subourbon]

One day we have it, the next we don't! I'm still not that used to it, and it tires me out.

[But she goes about folding the clothes into neat stacks and stands back, imagining them being freshly laundered. It takes a bit longer than usual, but after a few moments the clothes feel slightly warm - like they've run through a dryer cycle - and smell vaguely of lavender.]

[doubleblind]

[Cosima inspects the pile with a nod of approval, grabbing a clean and warm sweater (is it even hers?) from the middle of the pile. She shrugs it on before heading for the couch.]

Nice work. Which means you're free to vacation plan with me.

[subourbon]

Like I said, this isn't a vacation.

[But she goes and sits down at the table like a civilised person.]

[doubleblind]

[Cosima takes that as an invitation to relocate her map and traveling pamphlets over to the table. She takes the seat next to Alison, dropping a pile of books right in front of her with a loud thump.]

Says you. I think it could be. You know, it's not like we're prisoners here.

[Cosima keeps her tone casual, but her smile drops slightly. It's something she keeps telling herself, over and over again, she's not in prison this time. She has her freedom. Mostly. If she focuses on treating their escape to Mexico as a vacation, she can almost pretend it wasn't necessary.]