Main Campfire, Monday morning

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Jack decided to take matters into his own hands. He'd managed to not find his little sibling for, like, over a week or two, and this was too far. No telling what would be happening by this point in a place like this.


So he made a sign, LEDA in big bold letters, and planted it by the main campfire. Have to see it sometime, right? Couldn't miss it.


To pass the time, he was cooking some hotdogs over a little fire.

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Eleanor was making a habit of rising early and heading out for a walk. Possibly it had something to do with all the time she'd spent locked up at home.

She was headed out along one of the trails when she spotted the sign.

"Excuse me, but why do you have a sign with the name Leda on it?"

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"It's my Little Sibling. I, uh, missed the picnic or something. Know anyone named Leda?" he asked, offering a hot dog.

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Jon grinned when he saw the sign, because that was definitely inventive.

"What did she do this time?"

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"Yes, I do, and no thank you," she waved a hand at the hot dog and took a seat nearby.

Hotdogs were ... okay, but not something to get exicted over, she'd discovered.

"She's very nice."

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Well now, this was interesting. "What's all this?"

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"I dunno. I haven't met her. I'm her Big Sibling," he said with a shrug. "Hotdog?" he asked, grinning.

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"Oh, well that's good. I'd hate to have a not-nice Little Sibling. You...wouldn't happen to know where she is, right?"

Hotdogs were amazing. Even better when cooked, best over a fire.

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"This," he pointed with one hand, "is hotdogs. For breakfast. And this," he pointed with his other hand, "is a sign for my Little Sibling. Not sure who this Leda is."

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"Lydon B. Johnson cabin." She only knew that after helping a rather intoxicated Leda get home after the Beltane party.

"Rather odd names for cabins, don't you think?"

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"They're all dead Presidents, but yeah. Not names I would have gone with, myself. Probably better than what I would have come up with." Names like Ford, Chrysler, GM, Mack, Peterbilt...

"I'm Jack. Jack Burton."

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"Oh, I see. I'm afraid I'm not terribly familiar with all the Presidents." Partly because a few came after her time, partly because she was British, but mostly because she'd been shut off from such matters for a long time.

"Pleased to meet you, Jack. I'm Eleanor."

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"I take it you're new?" Jack wasn't so completely dense that light bent around him. Really.

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"Yes, I am." And she was rather wishing that part would be over already. "And you've been here for a while, I presume?"

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"You do exist!" Leda grinned. "I'm Leda." She stuck out her hand. "Pleased to meet you Stu."

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"For a little bit, yeah. You've met your Big Sibling? You've had the run-down about the gremlins?"

He was not touching the glitter.

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"Hey! Good to meetcha! Name's Jack. Burton. I've been here for a while."

He held up his fingers. "Two things. One? Stay away from the gremlins. And two? ...who's Stu?"

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"Yes, I've met Tony."

A beat.

"What is a gremlin?"

Somehow, they'd missed that part.

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"Oh, no." Jack managed to say this with his hand over his face, shaking his head. "Gremlins are nasty little buggers that bite you and make bad things happen. Just...watch your ankles. Don't worry about it, you can't actually die of shame, else this island would be vacant. You can hear about them on the radio."

Tony covered the squirrels, right?

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Tony may have been distracted by the discussion of magic, who knows?

Eleanor listened, trying to figure it out, but a few things didn't seem make sense. "So... let me see here, my understanding is that gremlins bite people and make bad things happen, correct? Are they cursed perhaps? Evil magical creatures? And what does dying of shame have anything to do with it?"

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"I don't know if they're cursed. Not sure how that all happens. I just know," he said, voice rising a bit," is that they're evil little things and when they bite you, you're not yourself." He calmed down.

"Um. Sorry. Just...stay away. Because if you do get bit, you...might think you're in a boy band or a pirate." He shrugged.

He wasn't going to say anything about turning into an animal.

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She'd find out about the animal thing soon enough. mun has plans, oh yes, haha!

"So... they turn you into other creatures?" she asked with a certain bit of curosity.

A beat.

"What is a .... boy band?"

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"Not...exactly. You just think you are, which is worse."

Pause.

"Group of teen boys who sing and dance? Like... uh... The Monkees or The Backstreet Boys." Someone has been watching too much VH1.

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"Oh. So it's more like they put a curse onto a person to trick them into believing they're someone they're not."

She finally got that part. The boy band thing however...

"There's a group of boys who sing and dance like monkeys? Have they been bitten by these gremlin things you speak of?"

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"I'll say it's a curse," he muttered not-quietly.

"Yes. Like monkeys. Not like The Monkees, though, because they're like The Beatles, but they had a TV show." Jack didn't know this probably didn't help matters.

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It sounded as if he perhaps knew from some personal experience. She wasn't going to ask.

She blinked at him, utterly lost between monkeys, monkeys and ... beetles?

"Uhm... okay."

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