Fubuki was among the first tourists to arrive, so she managed to set up camp fairly close to the competition's cordoned-off area.
She found a suitable spot, opened the car door, and poked Tatsumaki, who was still half asleep.
Tatsumaki opened her bleary eyes and grumbled, "What?"
"We're here. Get up and help me pitch the tent," Fubuki said crossly.
Tatsumaki had slept for four or five hours in the car. Who knew how late she would stay up tonight? The place was full of all sorts of people, and if Tatsumaki refused to sleep, Fubuki would have to suffer along with her.
Fubuki had to stay alert and make sure she did not fall asleep before her sister. She was not worried about Tatsumaki's safety; she just knew there was no telling what her sister might get up to if she vanished from sight.
At the words "pitch the tent," Tatsumaki perked right up.
She had always wanted to try camping outdoors, but she had never actually done it.
They had left San Andreas City that morning, and the drive should have taken only a little over four hours. But traffic had been unusually heavy, so it was already evening by the time Fubuki arrived.
Now was the time to pitch the tent. Much later, and it would be difficult.
The desert evening was especially stifling, but even that could not dampen Tatsumaki's enthusiasm.
The sisters spent more than half an hour working up a sweat. Tatsumaki got in the way several times, and they had to keep correcting their mistakes, but they finally got the tent up before nightfall.
Tatsumaki collapsed inside it with a thud. "Fubuki, I can't go on. Point the little fan at me," she said weakly.
Fubuki ignored her. After more than half an