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Luau, The Main Campfire, Friday evening

The main campfire had been turned into a tropical paradise... without the tropics. There were leis and grass skirts to wear, tropical music playing, a buffet table, and the infamous Limbo Stick of Destiny, an artifact brought back to America from World War II. Noody knows what happens when a person wins a limbo competition involving the Limbo Stick of Destiny, but several experts on the subject suggest that "absolutely nothing happens except maybe you win a little trophy."

It was party time at the Fandom High Summer Camp.

[OOC: OCD is up. Yes, there is pig, poi, and sometimes the band will switch from generic tropical music to 60's beach movie music, or maybe reggae, or Raffi. They're unpredictable like that.

The luau takes place during a long break in the rain that

fh_weather is reporting. Yes, I'm modding the weather. Admin privilege.]

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Now Paige is a pretty good dancer, and given she's wearing a grass skirt, a bikini top and a flower garland around her neck she pretty much looks the part and has the moves.

Smiling she headed towards the girl, "hey," she said with a small nod, "you're one of the newbies right?"

Tempe nodded. "Tempe Brennan," she replied. She stopped dancing. "It was obvious from the dancing, wasn't it?" she said, smirking.

Paige smiled back, "more the whole not having seen you before actually." she assured her, "I'm Paige Matthews, been here all year, how are you liking it here?"

Tempe's grin grew. "That would do it, I guess," she replied.

"So far? Enjoying it immensely. I've met quite a few really nice people."

She paused. "And except for that one glitter incident, I've had a lot of fun."

She ran a hand through her hair self-consciously. There may still have been some glitter there...

If Tempe had had glitter in her hair Paige would have assumed it was there no purpose and also probably have liked it.

"Glitter incident? Sounds more fun than some of the stuff that happens her, unless it was some sort of glitter monster that attacked you, in which case not so much!" she replied happily

"Glitter monster would have at least sounded interesting," Tempe replied. "Right now, I just sound silly walking around telling people that a bucket of glitter exploded at me."

"Though, if you ask me, that bucket had some malicious intentions toward me."

Paige laughed, "hey in this place I'd totally believe it, there was a sentient crayon marking people here a while ago, so setient bucket wouldn't be that wierd."

"A sentient crayon? Really?" Tempe asked. "Man, I missed all the fun stufff, apparently. I wish I could've been here last term."

And because she couldn't contain her curiosity, "What color was the crayon?"

"Well that was one of the safer stuff that's happened here, trust me it was all like that," she said before trying to remember the colour, "red I think, why?"

"Well, one thing's for sure. We never had stuff like that happen at my old school," Tempe replied. "Mind you, we also didn't have time-travelling people there either."

"So I'd know which one to avoid if I saw a box of Crayolas lying around," Tempe said, winking.

"Yeah I don't think many people have been to a school like this before," she said with a grin, "I mean I'm from a world with magic and my high school was totally normal."

She smirked at the Tempe's crayon explaination, "ah but see if they're setient they're probably clever enough to know you'll be cautious of the red, avoid the green ones, that's my advice!"

"I think most of us have the same feeling. Compared to this, just about anywhere else would seem normal," Tempe replied.

"Damn," Tempe said. "You're probably right. And with my luck, I'd come across the only color-shifting sentient crayon in history. Maybe it'll be blue. Maybe it'll be green. One can never know." She said the last part with a bit of an ominous, movie-trailer sounding narrative.

Paige laughed, "I'm so glad I'm not taking arts and crafts! So..." she trailed off trying to work out how to ask her next question.

"So I'm a witch, how about you?" she settled on.

Tempe's eyebrows barely raised at Paige's declaration.

"Anthropologist. Er, and not a witch. Or an alien, or anything else remotely fascinating."

"Anthropology's pretty interesting, plus in this place being a witch isn't all that special." she assures her

"I agree," Tempe said. "And I think I'd like a job doing it when I graduate."

"Are you the only witch here? Or are there others?"

Tempe, being interested in people, was fascinated.

Paige nodded, "less than there used to be, but my sister's are witches and I dated a wizard for a while, so yeah quite a few, like I said it's not such a big deal here, I mean back home no one's allowed to know, which is why I like being so much, despite everything." she explained.

Tempe nodded. "It must have been hard to have to keep it a secret," she replied. "But I bet it was for the best. People can be awfully cruel to others who are different." She knew that from experience.

"I have to say I like it here, as well," Tempe said. "It's not everywhere that you can get attacked by glitter and actually have people be sympathetic.

"Well I didn't actually know I was witch until I got her, I though I was just a freak that could do stuff with her mind you know? But you're right everyone here's pretty supportive e have to be really with the wierd stuff that happens." she replied.

"I hope this will all help us later in life," Tempe replied. "Maybe being at such a diverse school at this could help people teach understanding. Maybe broker a peace treaty between two warring factions. End a gnome war. Things like that."

Tempe smiled. "And just so you know, you'd never be a freak to me. I live for people's differences."

"And on that note, you have a really pretty smile." Tempe really had no idea why that had come out. She'd meant to say something anthropologically poignant. Instead, she'd made things awkward. Earth, come and swallow up Tempe, please.

"Thanks," she said in reply to the freak thing, "but you should probably wait til you've seen me orb before the decide on that, I know I look pretty normal, but the whole pretty blue lights thing might change your mind.

Then she said the part about her smile, it's entirely possible Paige thought Tempe was hitting at this point, not thatb she'd necessarily mind if she was.

"I- thanks that's nice of you to say," she said after a moment or two, "I like your hair colour, is it natural?"

"Orb?" Tempe asked, curious. "Nah, I'm still pretty sure I'd see you as normal. Just normal with pretty blue lights."

It's entirely possible that Tempe was hitting on her. Maybe it was the tropical fruity juice she was drinking. Maybe it was just the way the light from the fire hit Paige's eyes.

"Yeah, it is. Auburn hair since birth."

She looked at Paige again. Sudden brain malfunction. Neutral ground. Think neutral ground. Neutral, not Paige's eyes.

"Uh, can I get you some tropical fruit juice?"

~~Did Sawyer made some weird wish?~~

She smiled before explaining "sorry it's kinda like teleporting, I'll show you some time if you want, it's pretty handy if you're not the punctual type."

"It's nice, I can change my hair colour at will, so I guess I notice these things, and um yeah juice would be nice thanks. It's not been spiked yet has it?" she asked, although in fairness if it was spiked she couldn't be held responsible could she?

"I'd love to see it, if you're willing to show me."

"I'll be right back," Tempe said, before going off to get some juice for Paige. She handed the cup to her, complete with straw and cute little umbrella. "I don't think it's been spiked yet."

Though she might actually be planning to do so now. But that might just make things worse.

[OOC: Heh. Sawyer's flames old and new. Fun for us, not so much for him. Are you okay with the flirting? I can tone it down if you like. ;)]

"I've been told it feels a little wierd, but if you wanted I could orb you somewhere with me," she said happily.

She took the drink grinning at the little umbrella and took a sip, "yeah no alcohol in this baby," she said, possibly a little sadly, not drinking sucked.

"So how are you liking living in the cabins, you've not been pranked yet have you?" she asked.

((no it's totally fine! My girl's not been hit on in ages, she's enjoying it!))

Luau, The Main Campfire, Friday evening

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