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Battle of the Bands Campfire, Early Sunday Afternoon

Clockwork spiders were awful.

This was what Kate had learned yesterday, when she'd spent seemingly half the night trying to barricade her alcove so that they wouldn't get in. That, in turn, meant she hadn't gotten to bed until way late, which then explained why she now looked like she had just barely woken up even though it was already the afternoon.

Technically she still felt like she should've been laying low and avoiding some people, but right now she couldn't bring herself to give a fuck about that. Sitting by her cabin's campfire, she was having a Pop Tart for breakfast, texting her brother, and enjoying the campgrounds being spider-free again.

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Nathan was sans a chickified Ramona today which meant he could go on about his daily routine without worrying about feeding and caring for her. He just really hoped Simon wasn't doing perverted things with that chick.

He actually stopped when he spotted Kate. There was a cigarette dangling between his lips and an blank look on his face. Mostly, he'd just thought she'd disappeared or something.

At least his nose and face had healed up pretty much completely so she wouldn't have to see that. He was just going to stand a few feet away and keep looking at her until she noticed him.

Kate was concentrating on her breakfast, and it took a while for her to register there was a familiar form standing in the periphery of her vision.

And once she did, there was no grand reaction, though her shoulders tensed a little, on guard despite herself. She turned her head just a bit and her gaze flicked to him.

"Hey."

Nice and neutral, that.

Nathan snickered under his breath at the contrast between her last greeting to him and this one right now. At least that meant he wasn't going to get his nose broken again.

Hopefully.

"How very monosyllabic of you," he quipped, still keeping his distance while he smoked. "Your vocabulary is still massive and complex, I see."

Kate shrugged a shoulder. "Well, I'm still waiting to see if you're gonna get pissy and start blaming me for something that's not actually really my fault."

See? More words. She could totally produce them.

"So, that wasn't your head breaking my nose a few weeks ago?" Nathan asked, feigning confusion. "Really? Do you have a twin that I don't know about? The resemblance was uncanny."

"That," she said, picking at the pastry in her hands without looking at him, "was me two years ago after I'd died, scared and alone, on an island overrun with vampires."

It wasn't her. But the resemblance had been uncanny inside her head, too.

"You broke my fucking nose, you know," he said and frowned at her dramatically. "There was blood and guts and brain matters everywhere. I had to have a transfusion!"

No, he hadn't but while he'd been pissed at first, he'd gotten over it. "I should sue you for all the money you have."

Kate gave him an unimpressed look, not really ready to find any humor in anything related to that weekend. "I'm sorry about your nose, okay?" she said, without any particular heat in her voice. "I'm sorry about shoving you around, too, 'cause believe me, I do remember everything I did. I don't need a rundown."

"Oh, don't give me that 'I just shit my bed' look," Nathan said, rolling his eyes. "Where the fuck have you even been? I thought you up and disappeared with your pale British boyfriend or something. You've been like a fucking ghost lately."

Was a ghost better than a vampire?

"What the hell was that yesterday?" Peter said, all attempts at charm out the window. At the moment. They might return later on in the conversation.

Kate gave another little shrug. "I went home," she said. "For a while. And we rented out a cabin this week for an anniversary. I didn't exactly feel comfortable staying here."

"'S far as I can tell, it was a steampunk invasion meant to ruin a perfectly good Saturday," Kate drawled, glancing over. She wasn't much for charm this ~~morning~~ afternoon. "Points for novelty, though."

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"Aww, anniversary," Nathan cooed, batting his eyelashes at her. "Did you all have a romantic dinner and exchange gifts and then did you let him give it to you over a fallen tree?"

Weren't cabins always in the woods? Nathan didn't do camping but that's what he'd seen over the telly. Besides, even if he was wrong, maybe the hip thrusting he was doing would distract from that.

"Please don't thrust your hips at me." Because it was distracting. And right now, more than a little off-putting. "It wasn't that kind of an anniversary celebration."

"They got all over my hardware ~~not dirty~~!" Peter said. Naturally, his reaction was less 'fear' and more 'offense'. How dare life be this ridiculously insane at him? He had work to do, and every minute in this place meant another minute off the time where he could do good work. Or was, at least, another chance for the school to add a blemish to his record, which he really didn't need, and-- "Does this happen often?! Why isn't anyone doing something about this?"

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"You're no fucking fun today," Nathan declared before finally coming over and sitting down on a log across from her. "What kind of anniversary was it? The anniversary of how fucking lame you two are or something?"

Even without the ability to read narrative, Kate raised an eyebrow at him, and dared to look mildly amused. Just a little.

"Well, me and a lot of other people, I'm sure, took a very hands-on approach to doing something about it," she pointed out. "Namely, stomping on and stabbing the little fuckers. Beyond that, there's not a whole lot we can do. I mean, that stuff just... happens."

"Slightly belated two month anniversary," Kate replied, rolling her eyes. "Also technically, it's a year since we became an item." There was just that four month gap in the middle. "And we're not lame. But there weren't any gifts. Well, except flowers."

"You sound lame," he said, shaking his head. "Kate, Kate, Kate, I thought you would have learned from me by now how not to be lame. Have you been paying attention to anything I do?"

"Nothing just 'happens' like that," Peter argued, calming a little. He parked his ass down. "It's a miracle this school hasn't gotten closed down for criminal negligence and safety violations yet."

"I don't care about not being lame," Kate stated with a brief shake of her head. "My boyfriend caught the next portal to Overland Park to be with me when he realized I was feeling incredibly shitty. I care more about that than whether you think I'm lame or not."

Topher was more than a little disappointed when he saw that all the spiders were gone.

And then he saw that that crazy vampire girl was there, and he jumped onto a log. "You!" he yelled.

"Awww," Nathan said though it sounded more sarcastic than anything else. Come on, was he supposed to sympathize with that bit of sentimental sharing? "Feeling better?"

Okay, he could be a bit sentimental and sympathetic considering that question was sincere.

"High percentage of future superheroes and other champions in the student body," Kate replied, shrugging. "We always pull through somehow."

And there were so many kids around who had less than ideal relationships with their parents that Kate figured there weren't even enough people to complain about the stuff that kept happening.

"Until you don't, and then it's all over the news," Peter said, "Of course, then you'll be a statistic, and not a person anymore, so who cares?"

Okay, so that was maybe a little morbid.

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