The Causeway, Sunday Afternoon

[suitably_heroic]

You know what was fun? Diving out of one portal just in time to start setting up the waiting area for the next portal. Which was exactly what Atton was doing right now.

Okay, so the paper sign with the hasty 'TRIP GATHER UP HERE' note wasn't the classiest thing anyone had ever produced, but it got the job done, right?

So he'd be there, with his luggage, waiting. Gather on up, students. It's time to go on holiday.

[[ gather up, all ye trip-goers! ]]

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[suitably_heroic]

Two days at the Jedi Temple had been juuuust about enough for Atton to reassemble some of his scrambled egg brain so he could put up a decent front. He was hanging out by his bag (full of what little warm weather gear he had), waiting for people to show up.

Kinda wishing he'd taken an earlier portal so he'd at least had had the opportunity to relax in his apartment for five minutes.

[saddeserthermit]

Obi-Wan had returned to Tatooine to check on the child yesterday, and he had left the eopies there to roam the desert until his return. It seemed the most humane option for them while he was away, even if he was... somewhat confused as to how he had gotten roped into this trip.

Probably Anakin's fault.

He was here now. He had not packed much.

[doesnotkneel]

These trips always left Edward feeling excited-- though it was a more muted excitement than some, considering how exhausted he felt after the previous week.

Still, he was there, wondering idly if what few clothes he had would be suitable for the West Indies. Probably not.

[seeks_truth]

Why were they leaving? What was the point of this? Could Cassandra not stay and perhaps figure out how this portal system could bring her back home-- with Anders, of course?

Grumpy baby Seeker was grumpy, and not at all dressed for warm weather.

[giveherahand]

Mara, who was in a much better mood this week after a night of ass-kicking clubbing in LA, was there promptly with her bags of weapons of clothing. She was looking forward to seeing the sun again. This snow was for someone else.

[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

Four, after the intensity of last week, was looking a little sheepish around the eyes (because he was many things but hugely demonstrative wasn't really one of them), and was kind of ready for a change of scenery to someplace that wasn't the dorms.

He'd barely even heard of Mexico, but sure, let's go!

[sith_happened]

It was another blissful week free of children, so Anakin frankly didn't care where they were going. Juliet and Chris had been shipped up to New England to help shovel snow (he was pretty sure Luke had been kidding about that) and he and Rory were off to...wherever it was they were going this week.

He hadn't looked. He hadn't cared. Vacation: yes please, that was Anakin's motto.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra was practically bouncing in place while he waited for the portal. The school wanted to haul him somewhere nice for a week? Hell yes he was going to be happy about that.

He also had a still-impressive bag of leftover candy with him. Vacation snacks? Vacation snacks.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was feeling weary and tired for a few reasons. So of course she was wearing sunglasses and looking statuesque in her heels and her long coat, her bags on the ground next to her.

Concealing things was her favorite game.

[seveninchmotto]

"So," Isabelle said lightly, like this was any old social check-in, "exactly how much do you hate me now?"

[doesnotkneel]

Jaysus, Isabelle, talk about an opener.

"Jaysus, Isabelle," Edward said, sounding mostly exhausted, "Talk about an opener."

[seveninchmotto]

She wasn't very good at skirting around issues, or being sheepish.

"What?" she asked. "I like to know where I stand."

[doesnotkneel]

Edward rubbed at his face. He was still angry, on some level, but much had happened since then, and it was hard to call up the anger itself right now. "How's your brother?"

Denying her a straight answer right out the gate was, perhaps, its own small form of revenge.

[gavegoodface]

Face and his duffel were there bright and not particularly early.

And maybe a tiny bit homesick for Pantolomin, he wondered how the cruises here differed from back there.

[seveninchmotto]

"He's home now." By way of a much longer story than either of them had any inclination to shift through, right now. "He was badly hurt and unconscious for a few days, but he's better now."

[doesnotkneel]

"Good to hear," Edward said.

He glared dully down at his feet.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle watched him for a second.

"Okay," she said, then. Frowning at... something or other. "I won't bother you for longer."

[doesnotkneel]

That was the problem, see: in the moment, it could be anger, and he'd act, but now it had had time to settle down into hurt. Edward wasn't quite as certain how to act on that.

"I'm still bloody hacked off at you, yeah," he said.

[shippedtomaine]

Luxury cruise paid for by the school? Emma was there with bells on.

Not literally. It seemed prudent to point that out rather than tempt the island.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle could relate to that an uncomfortable amount, yes. She also preferred being on the recieving end of anger, because anger was much more simple than hurt feelings were.

"I'm sorry," she said, some of the cool aloofness falling away from her tone. "I wasn't thinking."

[doesnotkneel]

"That much was obvious," Edward muttered.

He wasn't so far gone to think she'd deliberately mess with him that much.

[seveninchmotto]

"I should've gone to Flick, but I guess I convinced myself he was out." There'd been other issues at play there, too. She hadn't dealt with those any better. She took a deep breath. "Anyway, it was shitty, I shouldn't have done it, and it's not going to happen again."

She hated apologies and guilt. Could he tell?

[doesnotkneel]

He wasn't a star at the whole thing himself; if he were entirely honest with himself, he and Isabelle were far too much alike.

But he was Edward, so he wasn't.

Instead he digested her whole apology for a moment, looking up to meet her eyes. "All right," he said, finally. "But you owe me a bottle of rum."

Receiving apologies: also not something he was good at.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle nodded. The gesture was much more earnest than she would preferred anyone to notice. "I can do that."

Because she wanted this ugh-worthy... whatever this was, to just be over.

[doesnotkneel]

Edward noticed, but he wasn't in the mood to make a joke about it. "Good," he said. He looked towards the water. "Then everything's settled."