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The Beach; Early Wednesday Evening.

If anyone asked, which she doubted that they would, but if they did, Adah was prepared. It wasn't the weather, which she had so dutifully dismissed as not her type of weather in the slightest, that had dragged Adah and her limp and her book outside, into the sand, where her toes dug into where the waves would roll up to lick them bashfully before retreating back. It was simple that she had finished the forward read through Paradise Lost and now that she was embarking on the backwards read through, she had to reverse her situation to match the reversal of words. Inside to outside, back to front.

Besides, she realized that she hadn't enjoyed the feeling of warm sand beneath her in a long while, although she had to admit to liking a chill in the air over this warmth, for reasons that would, of course, remain unspoken.

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Blair could enjoy a tropical paradise. Particularly when the sun wasn't so harsh on her fair skin. So she dressed in beach-appropriate wear and went to make herself comfortable on the sand.

Adah did, at some point, curling her toes in the wet sand after another retreating of the waves, shift her attention from Original Sin in Reverse, just slightly, an idle glance, toward the other person on the beach. Slightly accessing. No one she knew, or, at the least, no one she remembered, so, likely, no one she'd probably care about, so her attention shifted right back to Milton.

She didn't particularly care about him, either, but, when considering her current choices...

Blair noted what the girl was reading. "Most wouldn't call that beach fare."

Adah grinned lightly at the comment, letting her attention shift slightly back as well. Clearly, someone she didn't know, because, if she did, they would have known that she was hardly what one would consider most. She shrugged her good shoulder, flipped the page backwards. No! No heart! My, from never would thee, of loss. Yes afford rib, another I, and Eve. Another create God, should forlorn woods wild, these in again live to joined. Dearly so love and converse sweet...thy, forgo how...

Okay, kind of strange-looking and quiet. That didn't necessarily mean easily ignored.

"What grade are you in?" Blair asked.

Ah, yes. The idle questions of idle conversation and, usually, idle minds. Having managed to avoid most outcroppings of new students, Adah had actually forgotten how that was and, as such, felt a bit out of practice in answering them. She spoke far too easily these days, and, while she considered speaking now, she felt there was no entertainment in that at all. It was easy, simple. She considered the obvious gesture to respond with, and the book in her hand, and how both were impossible together. Deftly, one finger shifted from the odd hold it had on the book, the same finger that had turned the page. It pushed up a bottom corner of the page, marking it for when she closed it, settling it in the crook of her legs, and then lifted her hand to the side of her head. She grasped there an invisible tassel, shifting it over to the otherside of her invisible motorboard to signify her graduated status at the school, and gave the other girl a slight grin. This could be interesting if she was one of those other worldly types who wouldn't understand the custom, but, really, looking at her, she seemed almost painfully, averagely of this world.

Blair relaxed. Mute, and already graduated. That meant she wasn't any competition for Blair so far as grades or colleges were concerned. Which was good since the only thing worse than a nerd was a nerd who could write an inspirational story about overcoming a handicap for her college essays.

But just a nerd, and not anyone she needed to be worried about. Good.

As if Adah would ever be caught dead writing an essay like that. Still, the slight feeling of a released tension in the air and the girl's lack of response quirked Adah's eyebrow just slightly. Curiosity was just a necessary part of human nature, or, at least, it was, until it was finally biologically figured out that it was actually more harmful than helpful and it weaned its way out of the system through Darwin's little plan. An interesting progression: comment on the reading, ask for a standing in the placement of the school system, and then relax. She certainly didn't look the academic type, so, perhaps, simply one of the overachieving type. The strive toward perfection to cover the flaw of being otherwise uninteresting and having nothing to offer type. A type like her sisters.

Lee was bored and hadn't been down here in awhile so he wandered down, towel in one hand and shirt on.

He smiled a little when he noticed the company. "You're going to get sand in all kinds of unpleasant places."

Thee, with death, rather chose willingly, yet bliss, immortal, joyed and lived. Have might! Who I? Not lost; wert thou when, immutable expressed, Even ingrateful. Thee to mine, of recompense.

Adah barely glanced up, but her smirk and a quiet response with a simple flip of the page, pushed along by the pinky of the same hand that held her book, let him know that, yes, she noticed him. "Nothing," she said, "I haven't dealt with before." Which she trusted that he'd recall, as well, but with males and their faulty, selective memories, who could tell?

"Aww, that was one of my favorite nights," he said, dropping his towel down and taking a seat.

"Mine, too," Adah admitted as her grin softened and her book, quickly losing its ability to capitalize her interests now, lowered a little against her knees as she glanced over. "But what was that? Forever ago? Seems like it, especially with weather like this."

Her nose wrinkled slightly, a very distinct assessment on exactly what she thought of weather like this.

"This isn't that bad," Lee said, looking up. "I mean, it's not snowing or raining or anything like that., at least."

"I like the rain," Adah said, her voice quietly wistful as her eyes followed the Eel's, blinking at the brightness of the tortoise-slow eventual Utopian sunset. "Moderate rains. I could deal well without the torrential flooding rains we got in Africa."

"Too much rain and you have to stay inside," Lee pointed out. "And I hate wet socks."

"Well, if wet socks is the penultimate of your problems," Adah countered, "you're doing pretty good. At least you have socks. And I'd rather stay inside. I'm just a bit stir crazy today."

"Everything okay?" Lee asked, leaning back and tucking an arm under his head so he could look over at her.

Adah glanced back over her shoulder at him. "Does a change in stasis necessarily suggest that it isn't?"

"Just a question," he said, shrugging. "Nothing more, nothing less."

"Everything's fine," she offered with another light smile. "Just the same soul-crushing boredom that's plagued me the entire summer. I am happy to report, though, that I have secured a TA position for the next semester to stave off having to be submitted to manual labor for the cost of, apparently, my room and board, and I may actually have a new project for myself at work."

That in particular added a new, bright sharpness to her grin. "Finally, the cure for my boredom illness."

"Did someone let you cut them open?" Lee asked.

"Oh, yes, because all I care about, obviously, is cutting people open."

Adah rolled her eyes. And then she paused, a passing moment, before earning a crookedly beaming grin.

"But, no. Not yet, but perhaps for this project. It all depends, really, on how the lump's notes come out."

"The lump?" Lee asked. "Who's that?"

"Igor, at the clinic," Adah explained with a slight nod. "He has the shift after mind on Saturdays, and he's the one to blame for the runny noses a few weeks ago."

"You call him lump?" Lee asked, laughing. "Does he call you something?"

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