The Causeway, Sunday Morning/Afternoon

[lockestheway]

It was that time of the year again: spring break, with its travels to far away and exotic locales! Like Brazil.

Teachers and students had been asked to assemble at the causeway as per usual. Their portal would be leaving early on into the afternoon, so there was plenty of time to pack up your things and hurry on down to catch it.

So, the question remained: was everyone ready for some fun in the sun? Or was there still too much bodyswappy freaking out to be done?

Stay tuned.

[[ gather all, gather around! ]]

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[endsthegame]

"No, my point is this," Ender said, making a good show of not sighing. "You panicked. So the first thing on your mind was not 'what's the best way out', but 'what's the way out'."

[dollpocalypse]

"...yeah," said Topher, furrowing his brow. "Okay?"

[endsthegame]

"So Karla's mind, bathed in 'fight' rather than 'flight' as it was, probably did not go towards the sensible solution of just getting you out as soon as possible, either."

[dollpocalypse]

Topher thought about that, and his expression reflected the process of him ultimately deciding that Ender had a point. Then he frowned again and grumbled, "Still hate her."

[endsthegame]

"Fair enough," Ender said. He figured that was enough progress for a day.