Main Campfire [Tuesday, Evening]

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Effy had spent most of the past four days avoiding people. Something that was probably a good move on her part, and for everyone, considering that she wasn't the most openly friendly sort to begin with, and that would really only be compounded by jetlag and getting sent away to this fucking place. Boring as Bristol was, she couldn't say this was somewhere she particularly wanted to be either.

A few days on, she'd begun to see the attraction of certain parts. In this case, the attraction of getting to sit out by a roaring fire, poke idly at the embers at the edge with a stick, and watch them glow and fizzle with the air.

This was actually not bad, and for the moment even quiet.

And occasionally, she sat back to swig from a plastic water bottle she was keeping away from the flames. Chances were, it didn't actually have water in it.

[[Open like a big open campfire.]]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle sighed in relief; she'd half expected him to call Pregnant Hunchback, or something.

"Right," she nodded, smiling. "Turtle. How's things so far, Alex?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I had a class on a sex today." So, you know, not bad. "Beats math."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"...or SAT Prep," said Turtle, nose wrinkling slightly over her uninteresting but necessary workshop for the day.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well, why'd you take that?" Alex asked. "It sounds mind numbingly boring."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"It is," Turtle sighed, "but necessary. I'm going to Harvard."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Harvard?" Pregnant hunchback nerd. "Sex could get you into Harvard."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle was giving Alex a very Unimpressed Look. "I'm going to Harvard on the merits of my intelligence and professionalism."

And her money. Shhh.

"Not sex. Besides, all the higher-ups at Ivy Leagues like that are all old and gross and that's just disturbing that you'd even think about it."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but you're thinking about it now, aren't you?" he asked.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"No!" Turtle said. "God! Ew. No way. What is it with you, anyway? First pregnancy and now....ew."

Wait, Turtle knew what was with him. He was a GUY.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Nothing's with me," he said, having to laugh at that reaction. "You're the one freaking out over sex."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Over sex with old guys!" Turtle pointed out. "Can you blame me?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Who says their parts aren't in working order?" Alex asked, unable to stop poking at her.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"It's not a matter of if they work," argued Turtle. "It's a matter of if you'd want them to!"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"It can be your backup plan." He tried not to smile and really just failed. "In case your class doesn't do its job."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I don't need a back-up plan, thank you," said Turtle, lifting her chin.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What happens if you don't get in?" he asked. "Always a possibility."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I'll get in," Turtle said with a nod. "Failure is not an option."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And what?" Alex wondered. "Take more SAT prep classes?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"If that's what it takes," Turtle said. "Not that it will."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What does Harvard get you?" Alex asked. "Besides something you can name check at cocktail parties?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Prestige," said Turtle. "Tradition. Honor. An eventual new wing or library named after me."

No one could blame Turtle for setting her sights too low...

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Jesus, how far in advance are you planning?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"It's a five year plan," Turtle said with a sharpened grin.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"When's the baby come in?" Still stuck on that.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I am not pregnant!"