fandomhighdorms | Main Campfire | Afternoon | Tuesday

Nathan wasn't sure how he felt about all this cabin shit. On the one hand, it was a bed and after sleeping on the floor in a community center for months, beds were always good. On the other, there was like no fucking privacy. There was less privacy than in the regular dorm rooms and those were pretty damn open and exposed.

Nathan sighed and lit a cigarette. He wondered if sitting around a campfire meant he was supposed to sing campfire songs or if he was supposed to join hands with someone and meditate. He'd never gone to camp as a kid and was kind of really glad for that. No one was going to get him into too short puke green shorts and no one was going to get him to sleep in the bottom bunk under some smelly kid named Clive.

Nathan gingerly touched his broken nose and the bruising under his eyes before grimacing and pulling his hand away. Kate was damn lucky she'd run away because Nathan had planned on...glaring intently at her. He didn't know. He just knew he owed her something for making his face look like it did.

With a groan, Nathan leaned back against one of the logs and blew out a few smoke circles. Cabins did make it easier for him to seem like a courteous guy with his smoking, at least. Maybe he'd get a reputation as a nice guy.

Yeah, right.

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It really was lucky for Nathan that he was immortal. With Smokey the Bear and the vampires chasing him down, a lot of people seemed to want to kill him these days.

"A few, yeah," Topher said, shifting over to the log next to Nathan's. "Here, you can look."

He opened his games folder, which happened to contain just about all the computer games he could get his hands on. Yeah, a few.

Nathan peered over at the folder of games and snorted when he saw what Topher consider a few games. That looked like an entire fucking store full of games to him.

He recognized a few of the titles but most of them weren't his thing. If he played video games, he wanted to kill things with guns. Just like his actual life, his video game counterparts got to come back if he restarted.

"What's your favorite?" Nathan asked, showing remarkable restraint in keeping the conversation away from Topher's least favorite topic. "It's not something wimpy, is it?"

His favorite game was a strategy-based race through a maze filled with wizards and demons. There were no guns involved, so -- yeah. Wimpy. Sorry, Nathan.

So he picked a different one. Anything to keep the conversation away from that dreaded sex.

"This one isn't bad," he said, hovering his mouse over one of them. "You can shoot at zombies."

"I'm actually in a fucking class that deals with that," Nathan said, shaking his head at that. "This would not be my first choice of life imitating fucking art, let me tell you. I don't need zombies. Zombies fucking stink and they like to drop their rotting body parts on you."

The damn band at Caritas had taught him that.

Whoa, hang on a sec.

"Wait -- I'm in that class," Topher exclaimed, all eager like this was an important bit of news. "Dude. The teacher is crazy."

"Yeah, I missed the first two weeks because I was off being dead but I'm getting that feeling too," Nathan agreed, nodding. "He seems a little -- a lot fucking paranoid. I think someone could come up 'round a corner to scare him and he'd piss himself."

WHOA WHOA WHOA. Hang on just a second there, Nathan.

"Wait, hold up," Topher said. "You were dead?"

"Yep," Nathan said, nodding. "Yeah, I fell off a roof and landed on a fence. I don't recommend doing that, let me tell you. It really fucking hurts. I got better though."

Obviously.

"For real?" Topher asked in mock surprise. "I totally thought you looked like one of last week's zombies."

"A few people even went to my fucking funeral," Nathan said, smug. "I, my dear friend, am fucking immortal. It's a new thing. Feel free to dutifully impress and/or jealous."

Jealous? Bah.

"Yeah, well," Topher said, determined to top that, "I apparently can transform into other people's bodies at will."

So said this weekend, anyway. He wasn't getting it.

"Yeah?" Hey, if that was true, that was a pretty nifty talent. "Transform into my body. I love looking at myself in the mirror so maybe this'll be just as good."

Oh.

Well.

"Yeah, uh, it doesn't work outside," Topher said hastily. "Weird... power limitations, or whatever."

"It doesn't work outside?" Nathan asked skeptically. "So, let's go inside one of the cabins. That's inside, right? You can transform into me and there'll be two of me and all the ladies will be so thrilled."

Yeaaaaah... this was going to be the last time Topher tried to draw conclusions based on Fandom craziness. It had been embarrassing enough to be proven wrong with the imprinting-brains theory he'd shared with Peter, but this...

"I think it only works on the weekends," Topher volunteered. "The island climate, and all that..."

"You're a fucking liar," Nathan laughed, shaking his head. "And if you're not, that's the shittiest superpower in the fucking world. You got ripped off."

"Okay, you got me," Topher finally conceded. "I think the island just screws with people, man. You ever woken up looking different?"

"Not yet," Nathan said and shrugged. Apparently, he was just lucky all around. "I've heard that people turn into chicks sometimes. You gonna be able to handle that, man? Having tits and shit?"

Topher swallowed, visibly alarmed.

Nope. Nope, he wasn't going to be able to handle that.

"You're fucking with me," he decided. Skeptically.

"Nope." This time, Nathan wasn't fucking with him. "You can ask anyone who's been here awhile, mate. It happens. You get the tits and the equipment between the legs and the smooth, smooth legs. I bet you'd have fun with that."

Topher stared, horrified.

"Why do people live here?" he finally asked, appalled.

"Tax breaks?" Nathan shrugged and smirked. "Better prepare yourself, mate. Wouldn't want to see you die of sudden onset of tits."

"Me neither," Topher agreed heartily.

Wow. Girl parts. That was the scariest thing he'd ever heard.

Main Campfire | Afternoon | Tuesday | June 7

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