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!]

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[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri laughed and idly started shaping some of the falling glitter into vague shapes. "No, I've been here a year, almost. But the island manages to keep us on our toes all the time."

[puppy_fair]

Zack watched, completely entranced. There were shaped shinies.

Which meant that this girl was immediately and for that moment in time, possibly the most awesome person ever.

"I can live with on the toes," he announced, "it keeps things from getting too boring."