Chester A. Arthur Campfire, Thursday Evening

[icecoldfrost]

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!]

Comments

[weetuskenraider]

Neither did Tahiri, as it turned out, and she was even getting good at the whole remembering-to-breathe thing. Even if she wasn't sparing any thought for the amusement anyone else might get out of the way she started playing with Ben's hair.

Oops?

[momslilassassin]

They'll just have to deal, Ben decided. They'd stop....sooner or later. It wasn't like they ever got past kissing.

[weetuskenraider]

No, because that would definitely lead to a whole lot of flailing.

So let them, Tahiri concluded, and didn't spare any thought at all to the matter after that.