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School Lawn, Sunday, Late Afternoon

Don't ask how Rikku had come up with a volcano. It had involved a little research, a little shopping, and a little Al Bhed explosives know-how. And now, there it was, a volcano on the school lawn. Hooray!

Rikku was waiting very patiently for an old friend to stop in. You couldn't blow up a volcano without the guest of honor, after all.

(Open, but with the same OOC restrictions as yesterday: Hamlet is currently a ghost, so your character would likely need either spiritual powers or a previous attachment to him to be able to actually see and talk to him. Otherwise, all you'll get are a drop in the temperature and lingering bits of ectoplasm.)

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There was a small rush of wind as Hamlet rematerialized on the edge of the school lawn. He look up at the volcano and smiled a wide grin.

"I fear you've outdone yourself. This looks wonderful."

"Hiya," she grinned, swallowing past a lump and she had almost thought that she'd imagined it and he wasn't coming at all. She shivered a little. "I, uh, I dunno, I've never made a volcano before. It may not go off so great, but I think it's gonna be awesome. I - and if it doesn't, hey, I tried, right?"

Hamlet noticed Rikku's shiver, and pulled himself back a step or two. He wished that he didn't pull the heat out of an area.

"As long as it is roughly triangular shape, and explodes in some manner, it will be a perfect volcano. If nothing else, the thought has most definitely been counted."

Rikku flushed, wishing he hadn't seen her shiver. She fidgeted with her hair. "I'm good at blowing things up," she offered. "There's that at least, right? Then we can go for the vandalism and stuff."

"You're very good at blowing things up," he said. There was something awkward about the whole scene, most of which he chalked up to his being a ghost. Stupid death putting a dampener on everything.

"So, are there any good targets for vandalism here? I'm afriad I haven't been keeping up with much but the attempts to get alumni to donate money to the school."

"They rebuilt the school," she said, bouncing on her toes. "I dunno. That's something, right? They ... maybe there are spots in town? Like the park. Mel and I totally vandalized this spaceship thing in Florida. So I probably can't go back there anytime soon. The cops were kinda ticked."

"The park would be good, especially if we could get those ducks," he said. "During my first year hear, I helped graffiti an alien landing pad on the roof. We could do something like that." His face deepened into a frown. "Although I don't know if I can get into the school anymore."

"We could do lightning strikes on the pond," Rikku mused. "That'd certainly mess with the ducks. And if you can't get into the school, can you get onto it? I mean. I could meet you at the roof."

"I don't know how to do lightening strikes, so you'd have to do that for me," he admitted. "And I'm afraid I haven't tried moving instantaneously from place to place. So far, I've stuck with conventional methods of transportation." Walking, haunting planes and taxis, that sort of thing."

After a moment he added, "But I could try it, however."

"I've got some gems," she said. "Ones that can cast magic. It's fun stuff. Uh. I don't know if you can hold them, though."

She eyed the school building. "You could try climbing on the outside all comic-book-hero like. There's a girl here that can do it."

He eyed up the side of the school. They'd kept in a sixth floor. That was awfully nice of them. He wondered if there was still a dimensional warp in that hallway, and what kind of students were rooming on that floor.

"I could give both of those a shot. If I succeed, it's an improvement on my current status. If I fail ... well, there's very little harm left that can be done to me in my current state."

"That's the spirit," she said, holding out a Bomb Fragment. "See if you can grab this and toss it in. What should we dedicate this volcano to?"

He held out his hand, and tried to focus everything on holding the bomb shard. The first time he reach for it, his hand passed right through the object. The second time went much the same. The third time, he managed to take it out of her hand, and held on for a shaky 20 seconds before dropping it.

He let out a sigh and cursed at himself. Stupid Laertes. Stupid, stupid Claudius.

Hamlet took a moment before answering. "To all those who have been at Fandom but who have gone on, whether through graduation, or disappearing, or ..."

Death.

"That's progress," she said softly. "See? You'll have it in no time."

She scooped to pick up the Bomb Fragment. "To all the Fandomites who've left, then." She closed her eyes for a long moment before tossing it lightly into the volcano.

The bomb fragment hit the centre of the volcano, and the whole thing burst into a wild assortment of light and flames. Hamlet smiled as he watch the blaze. There were few things he liked better than seeing a volcano set off.

While Rikku was standing next to him, he reach over to wrap his hand around her, and concentrated very hard. It was very cold, but for a few scant seconds, there was a tangible thing to hold on to.

Rikku watched the volcano explode with a smile, and didn't know why she felt like crying.

She reached up to put a hand over the cold one that was on her shoulder. "Did you really ..." She smiled over at him. "S-see? You'll have it in no time."

"Yeah." His control faded, and he let go. Beads of ethereal sweet had appeared on his face with the effort. He suspected that had he been able of crying, he would have been tearing up at this moment.

She swallowed past another lump - stupid, no crying, he was back, that was good - and turned to give him a very brief - and incorporeal - sort of hug. "You'll get it. I've got faith in you. Yeah?"

Rikku bit her lip and smiled again. "We've got a duck to hunt. You sure you'll know the right one?"

Hamlet reached back to try and hug the space where Rikku was. His aim was a little off, but close enough overall.

"Of course I would. It's the one that spends its days moping around, hoping that someone with either listen to it whine or feed it bread crumbs."

"See, that sounds, to me, like a duck that needs a little lightning in its life," Rikku grinned. "Gives it a better appreciation for what it has."

"I think that'd we'd be helping it out a great deal by doing so," he said. "So tell me: how good is your aim?"

"My aim?" Rikku grinned. "My aim is awesome. So long as he's not hanging out in the middle of other ducks that totally don't deserve zapping, I think we're a go."

"Even if he is, we can always talk him out of the crowd by expositing at length to him." He smirked. "There's always ways to get him on his own so that he can be blasted."

"Plus if he's that annoying, the other ducks probably hate him anyway," she laughed. "Oh, man, we're awful."

Hamlet joined in the laughing. "Don't feel too bad. He probably deserves it."

"Maybe he's telling the other ducks really boring stories," she said. "And they're all going 'oh, man, not THIS again.'"

"You see?" Hamlet said. "These poor ducks need to be helped out. They need this problem duck removed -- possibly with some orange sauce.

"No killing," Rikku laughed. "Scare him, zap him, you bet, but let's not kill the duck just 'cause it's lame. That's kinda mean."

"Fine fine," Hamlet said, understanding Rikku's aversion to death. "But can we at least strip him of his feathers?"

"I think the lightning would take care of that," she grinned. "Let's find out."

"Lead on," he said, preparing to follow Rikku as best he could.

Rikku nodded, leaving the remains of the volcano scattered over the lawn as they walked to the duck pond.

"So, what have you been doing, then?" she asked. "I mean, s-since ... you know. And how come I can see you now?"

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