Curupira campfire - Monday evening

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Since she had no workshops today, Molly had slept in and then spent the majority of the day puttering around the cabin. The glittery was getting to her though. So, she went to sit outside for a while with her back to the cabin. She ignored the fact that she was almost as glittery as the cabin by now.

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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn considered that, and her fellow students. "Um, that sorta depends on what they've been telling you."

[stuckeyboy]

"Gremlins? Magic? That stuff is kids stuff."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Gremlins are real," Dawn sighed, "Magic is real, Vampires and Demons are real, Aliens are real, and absolutely none of it is kids' stuff. God, when did I start to sound like Giles, anyway?"

[stuckeyboy]

". . . I don't know who Giles is, but come on, now. I'm 17 years old, not five. I'm not just going to believe everything you tell me."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Fine," she shrugged, "but don't blame me when you get eaten or stomped by a troll."

[stuckeyboy]

"You guys just never let up, do you."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"No. Because really, the administration has it in for you, and they handed out packets with your picture before you got here, and told us to make up a bunch of stories and lies and keep telling them to you," Dawn studied him as she lied like a lying thing, "I've got ten dollars on you going nuts a week from Friday, so if you could wait, that would be great."

[stuckeyboy]

". . ." Warren pointed a finger and shook it at her, all the while making non-words that didn't have many vowels. Then he dropped the finger. "Okay, that's pretty ridiculous, too."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"So what's the answer?" Dawn asked, trying to let him work this out for himself, but seriously.

[stuckeyboy]

". . . You were doing it to everyone, some kind of tradition or something, and I'm the only one who hasn't bought it, yet!"

. . . Which was also ridiculous. But come on, now, magic?

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"A school-wide hazing ritual?" Dawn blinked, then realized it might not be such a bad idea, "Um, if I could do anything, I'd totally prove you wrong, but I'm completely human, so not so much."

[stuckeyboy]

"Well. At least you're willing to admit that much. Half the people here claim to be turtles or mutants or from another planet."

[ooc: *really, really wants to beat her character over the head with a clue-by-four*]

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn tilted her head back and let out a screech that probably alerted dogs a couple of towns over. "Half the people here are turtles or mutants or from another planet, you dope! I'm just not one of them."

[stuckeyboy]

"Woah! Woah!" Warren backed up a step and raised his hands. "Okay, sure, whatever you want, just don't hurt me,"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to hurt you," she glared.

[stuckeyboy]

"Good!" Warren squeaked. Then he coughed and tried to regain his non-existent cool. "Er."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Who are you, anyway?"

[stuckeyboy]

"Warren Cheswick." He belatedly stuck out his hand. "Um, nice to meet you, I guess?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Dawn Summers," she shook it quickly. "Sure, let's go with that."

[stuckeyboy]

"Okay, then. . . . Does glitter really stick less if you're dry?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Um, I think so? It definitely can't stick more?"

[stuckeyboy]

"Worth a shot, then. Um, thanks."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Welcome. Good luck with your, uh, glitter."