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Chester A. Arthur Campfire, Thursday Evening

Emma was bored. Staying in the cabin for more than a few hours was making her twitch; she'd the close quarters made things too loud, even when she was at her most focused. After being on her own for over a year, and just Hank for company for the last month or so, so many people was making her almost physically ill.

Which is why she was lounging out by the campfire in defiance of the glitter that still occasionally drifted down from the sky. Sunglasses on her face and idly flipping through a magazine while she sucked on a popsicle she'd found somewhere, letting her mind streach and wander about as she relaxed the tight hold she'd been keeping over herself since this morning.

Bored. For a school supposedly full of people with powers, so far, most of them were startlingly dull. Emma was starting to despair.

Maybe some of their thoughts would be more entertaining than the students themselves seemed to be.

[Open as campfires be!]

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"Yeah, this one's new to me and I've been here almost a year," he said, shaking his head which just served to send glitter flying. "It's rained other things before but never glitter. But, yeah, it's not so bad. I thought I'd get bored here two weeks in and, well, I'm still here."

"I was told that this place does pretty much everything in its power to keep people on their toes," Zack noted. "I really didn't get what people were talking about, at first. I think I'm starting to catch on."

"And the glitter's minor as compared to some things," he said. Just wait till poor Zack turned into a girl. "You from somewhere far away in a time I didn't even know existed or from like...Jersey?"

"What's a Jersey?"

Yeah, Zack wasn't exactly local.

"I'm one of those kids that took the bus from a different world, this weekend," he added. "A city called Midgar, but my world doesn't seem to be too different from this one, so far."

"New Jersey," he clarified. "It's north of here. Part of the United States. Probably far away from Midgar in geographical terms since I don't know what a Midgar is."

He'd kick ass if he ever went back to public school and had to take geography.

"How'd you get from there to here?"

"You know, I really have no idea?" Zack scratched his head, and then shrugged. "The company flew me to the airport, and then I got on the shuttle. If there was any interplanetary travel in there, I sure managed to miss it."

Not a shock, really. This was Zack.

"Man, I get so jealous of all the interplanetary and interdimensional travel," he groused. "I took a bus."

A dirty bus at that.

"I'm from the central part of the country. Took a bus in and I was here. Nothing fun like that."

Zack laughed a little, and then shrugged.

"The shuttle was a bus, too," Zack noted. "A bunch of us new kids took it here, Saturday morning. But I do get to do a lot of travelling for my job, back home. Stuff comes up all over, you know?"

"Not really but, then again, my life back home was...boring." Most of the time. "So, I came here to the excitement. You come here voluntarily?"

"Not really," Zack replied. "I mean, I was sent here because they wanted me to, for my job. Which makes sense, I suppose. Who wants a guy working for them if he hasn't graduated high school yet, right? ShinRa's a very prestigious company."

Prestigious in that it kind of owned the world.

"Never heard of ShinRa," he said but that wasn't a surprise. Things from different worlds were all foreign to him. "I got sent here because I sucked at my other school. Couldn't pass if I tried."

Zack wasn't really surprised, either. At least he wasn't trying to explain what his job was.

"Are you doing better with your classes now that you're here, instead?"

[And I'm suddenly crashing, hard, and I need sleep. SP?]

"The classes here are much more interesting," he said. "So yeah, doing much better. And much more focused."

How could he not be when he could laze on a beach for a grade.

"How are yours?"

[SP is magical! Sleep well!]

"I can't complain so far," Zack decided, grinning faintly. "There's the class on knowing your terrain, which I figure will come in handy in the future. And then arts and crafts... I can save the glitter for that, can't I?"

Zack wasn't artsy in the least.

"This is a pretty interesting school, isn't it? Not at all what I was expecting when I was sent here."

"Very interesting," Hannibal agreed. "I was picturing a boarding school with uniforms and classes on physics. That's...not at all what this is."

"Is there a physics class? I mean, I would never take it, but looking at the class list, there wasn't much that I would really consider... academic?"

Not that Zack minded in the least. Academia and Zack Fair did not good bedmates make.

"Summer's a little less on the academic side," Hannibal said. "Summer workshops are more geared towards the unique and relaxed."

"Relaxed is a good way to start my stay at high school," Zack decided with a laugh. "So, they start with stuff like literature and history and math in the fall? Summer camp is fiiiiine by me."

Zack was stretching, and then resting his hands behind his head.

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