The deck - Afternoon

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

Yes, Jacob knew it was January, thank you very much. No, he wasn't wearing shoes. Look, he'd actually dragged the stupid t-shirt with him to avoid odd looks, but there just was no way to fit the shoes in the rubber band that was still tied around his ankle.

He'd done some experimenting and discovered that when he morphed on the island, he couldn't hear any of the other werewolves. Which was cool and worrying at the same time. It also meant he was going to have to actually call home if he wanted to catch up with what was going on. At least that worked, he'd tried it as soon as he'd gotten to his room on Saturday.

He'd slumped down on one of the chairs, his feet propped up on the table as he contemplated his stay so far. Class could have gone better. A lot better. His roomie hadn't killed him yet for snoring and he was four years in the future. He wondered if Bella was still alive.

[Open like a deck in winter time.]

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[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

The cold didn't bother her, so it wasn't really any wonder that Fiona might be found outside. Lucky her that one of the new people was there as well; she hadn't made it out to the picnic (there had been a phonecall with Eliot, who had apparently Met A Girl and the extended vocabulary insult had required her full attention).

"I'd say hello, but you look as if you have something on your mind," she said.

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

He'd heard her approaching, so he didn't startle when she spoke and he glanced over at her. "Nothing I don't mind being interrupted from," he said with a small smile to show it really was alright.

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She smiled back and looked around before finding a nice chair for herself. She had a book, but it wasn't opened as there was Company.

...she could be polite.

"Good to know. I can interrupt, if you'd like. I could even tell you my name."

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"I might tell you mine then if you would," he mused. "We might even end up having a whole conversation."

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"It could. The possibility is there."

She didn't actually speak for a moment before finally admitting--

"Fiona. Fiona Post. I could bring my middle name into things, but it's not particularly pretty."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Hannibal didn't have a class today so he'd been out, bumming around town. Coming out, he spotted someone from the picnic, someone he remembered losing their shirt and had to stop to be friendly.

"You emo already, kid?" he asked, leaning against the side of the deck.

[will be off and on slowish!]

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"No," Jacob protested. "Was just considering a nap."

He eyed Hannibal. "You got lost, old man?"

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

Hannibal smiled, unaffected by the little insult. "Cute but no. Naps tend to happen in beds, if you hadn't been informed. Fandom has all the good stuff."

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"I happen to pride myself in my ability to sleep anywhere I'd like to," Jacob said. "I'm a what they call a progressive napper."

He was also full of it.

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"Interesting talent." One he couldn't fault. It could come in handy. "And you picked outside in the cold? Just trying to impress the girls with your toughness, is it?"

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri didn't usually clump her way across the deck, any other time of year but winter, and the fact that she was now, out of necessity, accounted for the slight scowl on her face. Stupid cold weather. Stupid boots, although she had a lot more love for the cloak wrapped close around her; when you were as thin as she was, the cold settled in easily, Jedi abilities or not.

So the sight of a pair of bare feet propped up on a table caught her eye for reasons other than being trained in observation, and when she took in the sheer size of the person those feet belonged to . . .

"Oh, that's not fair."

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

Jacob cracked open an eye and studied the tiny blonde.

"What isn't? If this is your seat, there's plenty more others to sit in," he told her.

[weetuskenraider]

"I don't care about the seat." Tahiri was still eyeing his toes and frowning, kicking at a plank of the deck with the toe of one (stupid, uncomfortable, heavy, annoying, clunky) boot. "Aren't you worried you're going to lose a toe or ten? It's kriffing cold." That last word managed to come out in a complaining tone that was the combined result of growing up on a giant forsaken sandball of a twin-sunned world and spending far too much time around a Skywalker.

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Nah, my toes are weather resistant," he said lightly, eyeing her as he still wasn't sure what wasn't fair. "Kriffing?"

[weetuskenraider]

"I wish mine were," Tahiri replied, dropping onto the next chair over and giving her boots a regretful look. "Shoes are the most uncomfortable thing in any galaxy." Okay, not really. She could think of more uncomfortable things, like oh, say, a provoker spineray. Or a voxyn's jaws. Or the Embrace of Pain. But as long as she was sticking to complaints about wardrobe shoes were still at the top of the list.

"Yeah," she added, "kriffing. What? You've never heard of slang before?" It's actually called swearing, Tahiri, but shh.

[notmyownage]

Claudia wasn't one to let cold weather keep her stuck indoors. She did, however, feel like one should bundle up at least a little.

"Okay, seriously, are you running a fever or something?"

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Not more than I usually am," Jacob joked, " and I kept my shirt on! See? I'm learning."

[notmyownage]

"If your toes fall off, I'm not reattaching them." Claudia found herself a good spot to perch on the railing and kicked her heels. "So, turns out you're not the only one claiming to have ended up being zapped to the future."

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"I'll just have to make do without then," he told her with a wave of his hand.

"No, I figured that out too. Who did you meet?"

[notmyownage]

"Prince Arthur Pendragon, for one, who was way more sarcastic than the legends ever indicated. And a dude who said that electricity was new and different for him." She tilted her head. "So, you know, unless you're a plant by the hazing committee to get the ball rolling -- which is a little bit far to go, really -- then they must be at least a little on the level." She was thinking out loud, now. Which meant at least a little bit of babbling. "I'm trying to decide which makes more assumptions: that this school is actually an asylum for deeply deluded teenagers that society has given up on rehabilitating, or that there's some sort of temporal anomaly surrounding the island, and by extension, the bus stop at the airport, which is actually transporting people into the future."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

No matter what anyone may think, it was never too cold for ice cream. Leda had a few pints in a bag while she ate from another. Believe it or not it was hot chocolate flavored.

"Hello, Joe." she smiled at Jacob. "You're one of the new kids am I right?"

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Yes," he said slowly, eyeing the funny eared girl. "It's Jacob. Or Jake. Not Joe."

What the hell ears.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Pleased to meet you Jake, I'm Leda. Want some ice cream?"

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

He raised an eyebrow and leaned forward to see the bag she was carrying. That was a different reaction than he'd had so far. "I dunno. What kind is it?"

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"I've got coffee, chocolate chip cookie dough, and chocolate and peanutbutter.

She was wondering about the bare feet, but who was she to judge?