[ti]scenario[/ti]Boys to Albumen

"Man..."  Orion commented between practiced breaths as he continued up the treehouse.  "The culture is WAY different over there than in the edge.  Dude, you couldn't even have those scooters over here without some junkrat scrapping them for the batteries or somethin."  Bee had opted for the rope ladder, Orion was taking the rockwall that had been mounted with tree friendly bolts that ran parallel.  It'd been a motherfucking minute since he'd done anything like this, but honestly he could use the distraction proffered both by bro and boulder alike to keep his mind from swimming down beneath the bay still.

"Something like that kinda exists..."  Orion would explain in regards to the vertical zipline.  "You ever play like...the sonic adventure games?  They have those little red handled lifts that you grab and they raise you up or down..."  He would pause, scanning the rockline for his path upwards before pushing off with his feet and leap for his next handhold, leaving him with nothing connecting him to the tree for longer than he would like, but the thrill was next to none when his hands found purchase at a rock much higher than he'd initially intended and his feet found purchase beneath him again.

"It would require you to have like...hella arm strength or something though.  Although maybe you could have it be like a hook and you wear a harness or something..." He would shake his head and manage to scrabble to the top alongside his bro.  He'd spent some time here in the past and knew to avoid Jaythen's hug right about now or else he'd turn into a sobbing mess, instead he was met with a mighty dap from Daymien that echoed loudly along the treetops.

"Brooooo" Daymien called out it awe.
"Brooooo" Orion replied with a nod.  "Sick Bandanna dude."
"Nah man, you've got the sick Danna dude, you and Bee got the fucking Duhrip!  Sheeeeesh!"  This of course would be echoed by a chorus of sheeshes echoing throughout the treetop base like a pack of wild dogs howling.  

Pleasantries were exchanged alongside a myriad of fistbumps, daps, and other memetic greetings before Orion would turn to look to the lounge and raise an eyebrow.  "Blue smoothies sound pretty rad, as for night tag maybe after Bee and I warm up?  We just spent the better part of the day diving in the bay in Ostellia so we were gonna take a dip in the jacuzzi and try to shake off the chill, then maybe we can chill yeah?"

He and Bee would break from the Bros and make their way inside.  Whoever had designed this whole thing had clearly done their homework on what every motherfucker in the world would have ever wanted from their dream treehouse from slides, to rockwalls, to ziplines and firepoles to slide down.  Anyone seeking to maneuver across the place was spoiled for cool choices, though between Bay and Boulder Orion's digital muscles were beginning to ache a bit.  The main lounge had several TV's up that rotated through a series of photos seemingly taken by Chadwick in game of cool moments shared between bros, or Broments as he'd taken to calling them.  Several bro-alitions had formed across several clusters of beanbags or other comfy chairs.  In the corner was one of the many kitchens stocked with all sorts of snacks, beverages, and ingredients for milkshakes and smoothies.  At the moment a blonde woman with her hair in a high ponytail clad in black yoga pants and a neon blue tanktop was currently working some sort of mad science across three blenders, leaving the counter and her covered in a cerulean concoction.  As if detecting the two of them with some resonance bro frequency she wheeled around with a grin, wiping off some blue from her cheek.  

"Hey boys!  Want to try my new creation?  I'm working on a shake that's equal parts tasty, healthy, and blue!"

Ah yes, the infamous prepost workout shake, bluer than James Cameron's wetdreams.

Orion would watch Bee take a sip before taking his own, ever hesitant with mixing his stimulants and proteins after one wild night with his cousins.  Waves of flavor crashed over his tongue like Guy Fieri surfing a tsunami into flavor town.  It was like, the opposite of lacroix, where instead of someone whispering the color blue through a wall you had some comically oversized speaker blaring the word directly into his eardrums.  

"Fuckin hell."  Orion quipped, puckering his mouth for a moment.  "That shit is definitely blue, thats for sure."  He would take another sip and let the energy paradoxically chase all of the blue feelings from his body that may have found their way into his chest from the bay.  What had happened had happened, and he wasn't even sure what he'd seen was re-

No, he wasn't slipping back into that again.

"But like in a good way, it's not shit, it's the shit, ya know?"  He'd add to the woman and shaking his shake with emphasis.  "You gotta send me the recipe so I can use some next time I go and train, really max out those gains so I can bring the pain."  He would throw a few faux jabs, careful not to slosh any of the fruit slush out of his cup.  His gaze would dance to a set of stairs that lead further up the treehouse.

"I'll shoot you a PM!"  Kayleigh replied with a smile.  "Just make sure you drink responsibly!"

Orion would roll his eyes a bit as he looked down to the drink that probably had enough caffeine in it to give a moose palpitations and turned back to Bee, motioning to a set of escalators that led further up the treehouse.  

"We should go hit up the Sunset Tub at the top, shit's probably got a mad view right now."