fandomhighdorms | Puffin Campfire; Saturday Morning [ha]

Alphonse decided to leave the cabin, walk around and see what was up for the day.

It was pretty hard not to not notice Sakurazaki sitting at the campfire, so as he walked by he stopped to say "Good morning."

Or at least tried to. He tried again, and no voice still came out. He grabbed at his neck with 'WTF' drawn on his face very clearly.

Hearing movement around the cabin, Sakurazaki cracks open one of her eyes to see who it was. She'd reached her chi so easily, and there was a soft smile on her face. Maybe Conner or River would come join her again...

She wasn't surprised to see Alphonse instead, really. But she was surprised to see him holding his neck. She's on her feet in seconds.

"Alphonse!" she goes to say. "Are you okay?" But, of course, she hears nothing. She stops on her tracks to him, eyes shifting confused. She just talk without actually making any sound? Her eyes shift to the other way...

"Umm....testing. Testing, one two three."

Nothing. She gives a silent "Oh my God!" and turns wide, questioning eyes toward Alphonse. This was no loss of voice due to a sore throat. She could have at least made sounds if that were the case. This was clearly something deeper.

'You too?' he mouthed, eyes going wide as well. He stood there, attempting to make some sort of sound-- any sort of sound-- yet all his tries failed. 'What the heck is going on?!'

Sakurazaki gulps at the flurry of silent lips. Lip-reading was difficult enough as it was...lip reading a language you didn't know all too well was even more problematic.

Although it appeared Alphonse was just as confused as she was. She makes a 'calm-down' gesture with her hand, pushing them down slightly in the air. "We have to try to consider this from with reason and logic. Why would our voices be suddenly gone?" She's so into approaching it with reason and logic that she sort of forgets that, yeah, none of that was heard.

Alphonse stared at her for a moment, trying to make sense of what Sakurazaki just mouthed as well. Granted, this didn't work very well, since he was kind of in the middle of mentally flailing. He did take her advice of calming down though, mouthing slowly, 'Do you think this is just us, or have more people lost theirs too?'

Ranma runs up with Jude next to him and is happy to see Al and Setsuna. He points to his mouth looking a bit lost.

Jude went right to Setsuna, his hands settling on her shoulders, his brow furrowing in concern. Whatever the hell was going on, it was going to go horribly wrong on him first. Well, hopefully. Even if he knew she was far more equipped to deal with, say, mythical beasts made out of tasty dessert. But his brain didn't work like that.

Well, she had been managing to be logical and calm about this situation, but to have a silent Ranma and Jude suddenly there sent her brain well away from the objective. She jumped slightly at Jude's hands on her shoulder, worry crossing over her face as she looked at him. "I don't..." She starts, but, remember that it's useless, she just bites her lip and frowns deeply. Her confused eyes shift over to Ranma, over to Alphonse, back to Jude.

And was suddenly really, really confused, with a slight feeling that it might have something more to do with them just suddenly not being able to talk.

So this reading lips deal obviously wasn't going to work that well. He frowned, grabbing a thin stick from the unlit campfire, and after clearing a small spot in the dirt with his foot, proceeded to write into it: 'Anyone have the slightest about what's going on?'

Ranma dreaded the use of writting for communication. But he had no choice. Plus he didn't want to watch Setsuna and Jude be cute or anything. He took a stick too and scrawled poorly. 'We all can't talk.'

Good to lay out the basics first right?

Well tough. Jude only had one setting when it came to Setsuna. He realised that something was going on, though, and reluctantly turned away from her enough to see the scratched words. He was starting to wish he hadn't left his cellphone with Phoebe. His left hand began patting his voluminous pockets for bit of paper and something to write with even as he took the stick and tried to add his two cents.

No. Pheebs and Bel too. He waved around at the camp, putting a hand to his ear. Not the sound of a voice to be heard.

Alphonse sighed heavily-- and it very quietly, too. He took the stick and wrote in the ground, 'Think it's another Fandom thing?'

Sakurazaki had watched their scrawling thoughtfully, considering the situation. And, after Alphonse wrote his assessment, she nods. That was precisely what she was starting to think it was, as well. She gives him a proud smile as she takes the stick from him.

Onlee logical explanaton. Wil probablee pass? Prolly nuthing to be to worryed about. She drew a smily face after it. Out of all the things that could happen, losing one's voice wasn't very bad at all. In fact, she was feeling a little glad for it. Silence was golden.

He laughs a bit, well I guess it only LOOKS like he's laughing, at the fact that Setsuna's spelling is so bad. IT's like they're opposite. He can spell fine in English but he's bad at Japanese and she's bad and English and great at Japanese. He can only smirk at the irony. Though this silence was annyoing. His letters are sloopy but it's readable. 'I don't know. Something feels wrong.'

Sakurazaki rolls her eyes. Of course something was wrong. She writes the Japanese characters for "Captain Obvious" in the dirt, with an arrow pointing back at Ranma. She chuckles a little, silently.

But maybee we shuld jus wait for more info? if hole iland is lyke this, then the administration is doing something the help? she writes in all seriousness.

Hey, looked like one of his English essays. He nodded, looking around the campsite. He pointed towards Flamingo, shrugging. Maybe the alumni knew something they didn't? Or they could head towards town, look for an adult . . .

All of this, of course, was expressed entirely by pointing in various directions.

Alphonse cocked an eyebrow, and instead of getting the gist of everything Jude had just gestured, took the stick and scribbled on the ground, 'This seems harmless enough. Asking around wouldn't hurt much.'

Ranma in the meantime had given Setsuna an annoyed look and attempted to change her note. He pointed the arrow to her and wrote the characters for "uncute" which, due to their sloppiness, simply looked like "kowai" which, though resembling the word "kawaii" for cute, actually means "scary."

Stark wandered out of the cabin at some point during the morning, and decided to see if anything was going on. It was awfully quiet this morning, but since Puffin was rarely over-active, he thought nothing of it.

Spotting people at the campfire, he waved and tried to say hello. When that failed, he tried again. When it became clear that nothing was coming out of his mouth, he flailed a bit.

'Stark!' Alphonse called out, but of course, with no voice. He facepalmed, and attempted to make a gesture that signaled, 'None of us can talk!'

Stark had no idea what Al was trying to do with his hands. So he gave Al his best "what the frell is going on here?" face.

Then he tried to convey "you too?" by pointing at his mouth and then Al's repeatedly. If it came across as an invitation to eat, Stark would deny all responsibility.

((with real grammar this time!))

The utter confusion on Stark's face did not go unnoticed. Alphonse simply rubbed at his temples and nodded. He shrugged to signal he didn't know why this was happening, either.

Stark swung an arm around, repeatedly, trying to indicate all of the cabins. Then he gave Al yet another confused look. "Every-" he started to say, but of course that served no purpose. So he just hoped the question came across.

Alphonse nodded again, pointing to everyone else at the campfire currently, gesturing that they lost their voices as well.

Worry across her face, Sakurazaki doesn't know what else do to but give Stark a half-hearted wave. This not being able to talk thing was a real downer.

Well, this was bad. And Stark was never one to stay calm and collected in stressful sorts of situations.

So, while he was attempting to say "what's going on?", he was really just flailing uselessly.

Sakurazaki gives Stark the same 'calm down' gesture she'd given Alphonse earlier, level hands gentle pushing down on the air. She hoped that he got it; if not, she'd hae to resort to making it clearer in more forceful ways. As long as she was going to try to deal with this situatin, flailing would not be allowed.

Stark glared for a moment. He didn't want to calm down. Or sit down. Whichever she was trying to say.

He tried to say that. Only with more flailing.

Sakurazaki draws in a deep breath to keep herself from facepalming. She strides over to Stark, places her hands firmly on his shoulders, and looks up at him as she very obviously mouths, "It's. Oh. Kay." She tries to put a smile after it for encouragement. Why was everyone being so...excitable over such a little thing?

Stark gave Sakurazaki a plainly disbelieving look. This was definitely not okay. But flailing was, probably, not going to help matters. Probably. Of course, flailing did make him feel a little better...

But he nodded anyway. And put his hands behind his back to cut down on future flailings.

Sakurazaki grins at the gesture, giving him a nod of a approval. Much better.

And leaves it at that. Because it's not like she can make polite conversation or anything.

Puffin Campfire; Saturday Morning [ha]

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