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Outside the Dorms, Very Very Late Monday Evening/Too Early Tuesday Morning

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants.

Clearly this was a great time for a fire drill.

It was clearly also a great time to test the new volume on the sirens, which blared even harder than they had ever done before. Hope you didn't have to take any tests in the morning, kids!

[[ has a firedrill! students, have at. ]]

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"Right. Which is nice, or it'd really suck to have to go out after gym," Victor said, and he was going a bit pink because -- cute girl. Talking about being naked. While neither of them was wearing very much.

It finally dawned on him that he had options. "Do you want me to tear off half?" he asked, flapping the blanket and stumbling over his words a tiny bit. "It's really wet out to not have anything."

"You don't have to destroy your blanket for me," Olive said, going a little pink herself. Chivalry: not dead after all, it turned out. "It's not that wet out."

Yeah, Olive, your hair normally sticks to your head like that. And let's not even talk about the clingy shirt, which was increasingly why she kept her arms crossed around herself, yes.

"Yeah, but it's still wet enough," Victor argued. "Also loud. I think the sirens must be broken."

He shrugged awkwardly and neatly tore the blanket in half, offering her a piece while the other stayed stuck to his torso. (He might have enjoyed being able to show off his powers a tiny bit.) "Here. Don't worry, I think you're worth a little light destruction of property."

Yeah, see, Olive had thought he'd do it with like, with a Swiss Army knife or something. "Wow, you're strong," she blurted out, taking the half he'd torn and tugging it around her shoulders. "Like...holy shit, that was like it was paper."

That got a little-boy smile out of Victor. "It's one of the side benefits of being made of metal, I guess," he said. "Sometimes it comes in handy."

He wasn't going to tell Olive he knew a 13-year-old girl who was much stronger. That would ruin the moment.

"Yeah, sorry, I don't care how you downplay it, that was impressive," Olive told him. "By the way, you just became my handy go-to strongman. If I need a bookcase moved or to be carried somewhere, your phone is going to start blowing up."

Also, as much as Olive prided herself on being all feministy girl-powery, there was something kind of hot about a guy who could rip fabric like that. Shh.

And now Victor was smiling like he didn't even know he was tired and cold and wet and the sirens were crazy loud and and he was probably going to have to pay for that blanket.

"Hey, anytime you decide to redecorate your dorm room, I'm up for it," he said. "Or if you decide to go shopping off the island. I'm really good at carrying things to the car, too."

That probably sounded a little pathetic, but he didn't care.

Olive also didn't care, for the record. Possibly because she was also sort of pathetic. "My car's back in Ojai, so that's not an option," she noted, laughing a little. "Unless you want to go get it with me and like...carry it here. But as awesome as that would be it would also probably make more sense to drive it. And I'd have nowhere to park it here. Or drive it, really."

Shh, Olive.

"I think some people have cars in the parking lot?" Victor offered, scruffing one hand along the back of his neck. "But it'd be like ... a special occasion car. Probably not worth what it would cost to get it out here."

He flashed another smile. "I can't carry a car, anyhow. We'd have to drive like normal people."

"Have you tried to lift a car?" she asked, raising a brow. "I mean, it's not worth it to bring my car out here for just a year, anyway, in a town where I can walk everywhere, but you know, now I'm hung up on the novelty of coming up with heavy things for you to lift."

"One time I punched a mailbox out of the way?" Victor said, with a little laugh and a shrug. "There are a couple people on my team stronger than me, so I don't really push it. See, now I'm feeling like I should just lie and tell you I juggle cars all the time for fun."

Something else she'd said caught his ear. "I didn't realize you were a senior."

"Repeating senior year, even, thanks to the whole expulsion factor," Olive said, making a face. "Thankfully I was a young kid for my grade to start, so I'm not like, horrifically out of place, age-wise." She slanted a look his way. "And what grade are you in, oh car-juggler?"

"Junior," Victor said, looking vaguely embarrassed. "I'm 17? But it turns out that if you don't go to school for most of a year they don't let you just skip the grade."

He looked at her from the corners of his eyes. "We both sound like such delinquents."

Olive grinned at him. "At least we're in good company," she said, mildly relieved that he hadn't said he was a freshman or something equally horrifying. "I'll be eighteen in November, so I vote that our delinquency is kind of awesome because at least we're both too young to be tried as adults for anything."

See, bright side. Not that one went to jail for dropping out of school or for crashing pep rallies in lingerie, but point stood.

Okay, so in the real world being arrested was pretty high on Victor's do-not-want list. He didn't know for sure how cops would handle an AI, but he was almost certain he did not want to find out.

But for the sake of not spoiling Olive's joke, he laughed. "There is that," he said. "And we have some good misspent youth stories for when we're old."

"Someday I'll be able to tell my grandkids that they should never follow in their dear old nana's footsteps and burst out of a pile of firewood to sing a one-hit wonder from the 60's in a boa," Olive agreed sagely. "I'd say feel like that they're probably safe from that, but I also probably would've never guessed I'd do that, either."

Somewhere out there, that video was probably on YouTube. She sincerely hoped no one here went looking for it, because as much as she didn't mind talking about it...there were people here who didn't need to know all the details of that whole story. Like, everyone.

"And then they'll get sketched out at you for making them imagine their grandma in a boa," Victor pointed out. "But you can wave your cane at them and end the discussion."

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