fandomhigh | Choose Your Own Adventure, Thursday afternoon

The class was called 'Choose Your Own Adventure,' right? Well, after getting Kenzi's e-mail, Sparkle was going to step up to bat and choose his. He went and sent up a follow-up e-mail to his fellow classmates informing them that there would be a final this semester after all. Show up to the Danger Shop. Bring a... newspaper?

Apparently it was important. Just roll with it.

When they got there, they would find the place all decked out like a seaport, with Sparkle standing on top of a pirate ship that was flying the Jolly Roger and all. Atop his head, of course he was wearing a newspaper pirate hat.

"So, our esteemed captain be down with a touch 'o the scurvy today," he said, in a thick, piratey drawl. "This means we haven't got her guidance for the last voyage of the good ship, Bonne Aventure." A beat, and then he briefly was dropping the pirate accent to add, "It's a clever name if you know anything about Canadian naval history. Just roll with it. Anyway, this be a reverse-mutiny! Don your pirate caps - which you'll have to make yourselves out of the newspapers I had you bring, and let's be doing all those important mutiny things! First step is gatherin' yer effects. A proper hat, and make a cutlass out of cardboard if ye be so inclined. Second step? Plunderrrrr! Stop by the cafeteria and we'll get our fearless captain some proper gruel and grog to help speed her recovery. Then we can set off to her quarters, to wish her a speedy recovery, and that she'll be gettin' through this tough time with all her teeth intact. Arrrr."

He gave the group a grin, and then hoisted his own cardboard cutlass to the sky.

"For good Cap'n Kenzi! Let's set sail, ye scallywags!"

[Open! THIS BE A MUTINY. ARRRRR.]

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"You have no idea how cold I can be," she retorted swiftly, clearly fighting a grin of her own. Though maybe for a different reason than Sparkle was grinning. Yeah. "If I ran this pirate ship, the pudding sharks would be well fed."

Or something? Look, she didn't know. Words?

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"You'd be the sort to run a tight ship then, would you? Captain Kenzibeard would be proud." Probably. "But I'm afraid you stand no chance against me and my mighty cutlass. Since, um, you don't have one, and all."

It made it difficult to duel mightily.

"Your cutlass is made of cardboard."

Karina gave up and lost her battle against her grin. "I'm still pretty sure I could take you."

She didn't have a hat yet either. So there.

"Ugh, you are the worst pirate, Karina," Sparkle laughed. "And I don't mean that in the good way!"

This was clearly meant to cut deep, what with the way he was cackling and all.

"I'm only bad because I don't want to be good at it," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. "If I wanted to be, I'd be the best pirate."

Given Karina's record for excelling at whatever she wanted to do... this was more like justifiable arrogance on her part than anything else.

"Well, for today, being a kinda shitty reluctant pirate will do. Lucky you, right?"

Super lucky!

"Anyway, you'd probably look weird in a pirate hat."

Of course, when they were made of newspaper, anybody would.

"I hate to break it to you," she said dryly, "but you look pretty weird yourself right now."

"Yeah, but like that's anything new?"

Right now, Karina? Sparkle was almost offended! He looked pretty weird all the time, and he was damn proud of it.

She blinked at him.

"I generally don't even notice anymore," she said honestly. "It's all just... you."

"Okay," Sparkle allowed. "So I look weird for me. You should've seen the way people looked at me last week in DC when I went to audition for a... thing..."

He waved his hand around a little, like that would delineate what the 'thing' was.

"Shit, you'd think people have never seen a teenager before."

"You're a special sort of teenager," she pointed out. "You like being a special sort of teenager, don't even try to lie."

A beat.

"Did you get your thing you auditioned for? Or are you still waiting on results?"

"They called me back with the results yesterday," Sparkle replied, sounding a touch more bewildered than he actually intended to. "It looks like I'm spending the next summer term in DC, going to some fancy-assed theatre camp."

He had no idea how the hell that had happened.

"Uh. I mostly did it on a dare," he added.

His honest (sounding, anyway, but she was pretty sure it was for-real honest, since she was fairly good at guessing with him usually…) bewilderment made her smile a bit gentler than it usually was.

“Well, hey, congratulations! Dare or not, that’s great. I bet you’ll have a blast.”

She’d say she’d miss him but, well, given that this was the first time they’d talked in weeks, after an argument, and he’d be coming back in the fall, that was a harder thing to say, so she didn’t bother.

(Though she probably would miss him now that she knew he'd be gone instead of just being ignored. Which was just more reason to not say anything in Karina's eyes.)

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It would've been so weird if she went and got mushy on him now. Weird on principle, really. They just weren't mushy people.

"I hope so. Like, worst that'll happen is I'll spend a few weeks away from the island and its stupidity, right? I could use a break from that kind of shit, and second summer terms have a track record for that."

No, they weren't. Thank god.

...

"... doesn't the weird follow you, though?"

Otherwise, she'd be tempted to bail on it like he was.

"The basic weird does," Sparkle allowed. "But the big stuff? The 'crazy murderers roaming the streets' shit? That's mostly just around here, I think. You know, like how sometimes you'll hear about people who are off the island for the worst of it needing someone to catch them on up what they missed when they get back."

And a guy could dream, right?

"I'm not sure if I should tell you that I'll hope it goes that way for your sake," Karina said. "Or if I should laugh because you've just jinxed yourself."

"... Great. Now I'm going to turn into a dog in the middle of a rehearsal or something, aren't I?"

That was the opposite of what Sparkle wanted!

"Yes," Karina said, sounding vastly amused at the idea. "Yes, you are."

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