Lawn of the Dorms | Late Late Late Sunday Night | April 18

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After last weekend, the students of Fandom were probably hoping for a nice, lazy weekend before their week filled with finals. Unfortunately, it could never be easy for people who lived on the island. Where there was once still and quiet, there was now a shrill fire alarm going off, blaring loud enough to even be heard by the deepest of sleeper.

Time to evacuate the dorms, students! And, once everyone started spilling out onto the lawn, they'd find that Fandom had another treat for them. It was warm, that was good, but at some point that night it'd started raining. And it wasn't just ordinary rain. It was raining chocolate syrup and occasionally hailing down marshmallows.

Just another typical late night out on the lawn of the dorms for a fire drill! Hope you brought your umbrella!

[open fire drill! after radio so NFB!]

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[wwiii]

Leave it to Kate to go and put the situation into perspective.

"So long as we don't find out that flamingos or gremlins are secretly attracted to chocolate-covered-students, we won't have to worry about the worst," he agreed, after a moment.

[vanillajello]

Kate and perspective were almost like an OTP, sometimes.

"Exactly," she nodded, smirking a bit. "Then we'd be really screwed. This is nothing." Beat. "Still, I hope we get to go back in soon."

[wwiii]

"What, you actually don't want to spend your night being turned into a human s'more?"

Warren had a million reasons to complain, tonight. Seeing all of the girls in the school sodden with chocolate was, by far, not one of those reasons.

[vanillajello]

"Not particularly," she said, with a brief shake of her head, gesturing down at her pale, exposed legs, streaked with chocolate syrup. "I mean, look at me. I'm underdressed for this sort of thing."

[wwiii]

"I see nothing the matter with your current wardrobe," Warren decided, and then he relented a little. "I would offer you my pants if I thought it would help at all, but that couldn't possibly end well."

He was wearing underwear underneath them, sure. But that didn't change the fact that making the offer meant that he'd be peeling off his pants.

[vanillajello]

"No, I don't think it would," Kate agreed, snickering and sticking her hands a little further into her hoodie's pockets. "I think I'll survive without them. Somehow."

[wwiii]

"I know it's a terrible hardship," Warren laughed. "Really, everyone should have a pair of my pants in times like these. But I only have so many to go around at the moment."

The pair that he was wearing. Because he wasn't allowed back inside for more.

[vanillajello]

"You should've been better prepared," Kate said solemnly. While smirking.

...It was a talent, okay?

"You should've known this was gonna happen."

[wwiii]

That earned a laugh, which lasted a minute before Warren settled down again, idly licking a few errant drops of chocolate from his lips.

"I know the island has a huge psychic population, Kate, but I'm sad to report that I'm totally not one of them."

[vanillajello]

"Could've fooled me." No. No he could've not. "... Or maybe I got you confused with Layla."

[wwiii]

"I've heard that she knows stuff," Warren offered, laughing a bit. "The best I have going for me is that I might find stuff out if I ask really, really nicely."

[vanillajello]

"Oh don't be too modest," Kate teased, "I'm sure you could also pay people to gain information."

[wwiii]

"Yeah, but there's not any challenge in that," Warren chuckled.

Having more money than God sometimes sucked the fun right out of having more money than God.

[vanillajello]

"So you find asking really, really nicely a challenge?" Kate asked, amused. "I'm not sure that's a good thing."

[wwiii]

"Oh, just asking is the easy part," Warren replied, shrugging. "But if you're not offering a bribe, then you have to fall back on things like natural charm, you know."

... Right. Because Warren wasn't already oozing natural charm, here.

"Sometimes, it's really difficult to find a spare piece of paper to write my phone number on."

He was also catching on to this 'flirt with it if it has boobs' thing that so many other Warrens had apparently mastered already.

[vanillajello]

Once again, it was a good thing Kate couldn't read narrative.

Man boobs would've been mentioned if she'd had that particular talent.

She snorted and rolled her eyes, instead. "Oh, Warren," she said, "What a difficult life you lead. Maybe I should get you a writing pad for your birthday."

[wwiii]

"You've got ten days," Warren said, shooting her his most winning grin. "Do you suppose you can find me a suitable writing pad in time, Kate?"

[vanillajello]

"Your birthday's in ten days?" Kate asked, both eyebrows bouncing up. "Well I guess I can try."

[wwiii]

All the millionaire kid wanted for his birthday was a writing pad.

It was kind of poetic, in a weird sort of way.

"Or, you know, we could just do coffee again," he replied with a grin.

[vanillajello]

Kate pursed her lips, mock-thoughtful. "I don't know," she said, "I think trying to find a writing pad would be less risky for me..."

[wwiii]

Considering the giant freaking snake that had shown up the last time they'd attempted coffee, Warren was starting to see her point, there.

"Maybe it's just coffee. We could see a movie or something, instead?"

[vanillajello]

"I think I could give a movie a try," she nodded. "Might be best if we have our coffee separately from now on."

[wwiii]

"For the safety and well-being of the world as we know it," Warren laughed, shaking his head. "Something about this island doesn't want to see us caffeinated in one another's general vicinity. Next time, it might just blow up."

[vanillajello]

"Don't even say that," Kate chided. "Better not give it any ideas."