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Auradon

Take It or Leaf It

Autumn had begun to set in in Auradon. Normally, for the residents of Auradon Prep it would be a time for bonfire parties, drinking mulled cider, certain dances, festivals, and other seasonal events; as well as chatting about the latest fashion trends in jackets and scarves. But with the current situation and the lack of groundskeepers, Autumn meant that it was time for something else: raking leaves. There were quite a few trees on the grounds and most of them had been turning a variety of bright, fiery colors over the past two weeks. And as was usual for the season, those leaves were rapidly beginning to cover the ground. Which for better or worse meant that it was time for the Misrecalled to grab some rakes and get to work. At least there'd be one - or more - awesome leaf piles for anyone inclined to jump into one at the end of it.

Going Nuts

It wasn't all bad news though. Because while none of the trees on the grounds bore any seasonal fruit, a few of them did bear nuts. And with the coming of cooler weather, those nuts were ripe for the harvesting, many of them beginning to drop off the trees. So those not up to raking could grab a basket and go out to do their best impression of a squirrel, gathering nuts to store away for later. The results would both be tasty and a welcome addition to the school's food supply.

Isle

Holding On the Line

Most of the Isle's food supply these days came from the sea. Which, for many of its residents, meant that their days were often spent staring at a line in the water, waiting and hoping for a nibble. This was dull enough at the best of times assuming one wasn't an avid fisherman, but even more so when the fish were being uncooperative. And the latter was definitely the case today, with most of those fishing having not had a bite in hours. Did that prompt complaints? The desire to give up and go take a nap? Pointed critiques of each other's fishing technique? Or were you one of the lucky buggers who actually caught something and you're in the mood to gloat about it to the others to annoy them?

Heck for Leather

If there was one staple of Isle fashion aside form its general raggedness, it was the inclusion of leather. And why not? After all, leather was sturdy, hard wearing, and a must for pirates and punks alike. It made one look cool and tough and totally not like they had escaped from the set of a made for TV movie aimed at teens and tweens. But with access only to what was left in the lockers, it was in somewhat limited supply. There was, however, a solution to this; making their own. The recent killing of party-crashing alligator had provided not only meat but a tough, scaly hide ripe for leather making. With a bit of help from Yen Sid's chemistry supplies and some good old fashioned elbow grease of course.

Or if leather wasn't one's style, there was also the bones and teeth. After all, nothing said 'heck yeah, I'm a villain' quite like a few skeletal accessories. And they would also make for some very handy tools if one knew how to shape them. So many possibilities, so few alligator bits...

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From:

rexien

Roxas felt his cheeks warm and stared down at the leaves under their boots so she couldn't see his face. Of course she'd had it before. He nodded without looking up. "Okay."

From:

aquawayfinder

"Alright, luckily unlike Axel and Xion, I know exactly where Mallia was ten minutes ago. And for once she seemed settled in place. We'll ask her to make enough to share."

From:

rexien

"Thank you... uh. I don't know your name." He rubbed the back of his head with a hand, an awkward chuckle bubbling out of him. He'd been so busy worrying about Axel and why this woman knew his name, he'd forgotten to ask for hers.

Edited Date: 3 Jan 2024 22:49 (UTC)

From:

aquawayfinder

She chuckled. "I am Master Aqua. But my friends generally call me Aqua. And you are so very welcome, my dear friend."

From:

rexien

"You call me your dear friend, is it okay for me to call you Aqua? You're not my friend." He realized that was probably a bit blunt. He hastened to add; "Yet! Not my friend yet. We haven't had ice cream together yet, and Axel always said friends have ice cream together. I don't think that's how Hayner, Pence, and Olette become my friends, but they weren't real so..." There were probably other ways for people to become friends. He'd realized people with hearts tended to have more confusing relationships with each other than he really understood. He was still trying to wrap his head around it all.

From:

aquawayfinder

She chuckled. "You may of course call me Aqua. And friend. When you are ready to. I will say this though..." she rested her free hand on his chest, her other arm still around him. "If someone is in your heart, if you love someone then they are real. As long as at least one person cares about you, calls you friend, loves you, you too are real."

From:

rexien

Roxas swiped a sleeve over his eyes. Aqua's words made his chest feel full and warm, right under where her palm rested on his breastbone. He smiled sheepishly despite his leaky eyes. "Thank you. Aqua." He turned his gaze up to hers. "So, who is this Mallia?"

From:

aquawayfinder

"A friend who has been brought here the same way the rest of us have. She and Sylvando have been handling most of the food."

From:

rexien

He nodded along. "Where is here? How come the dark corridors don't work?"

From:

aquawayfinder

"The Dark Corridors aren't safe, you can learn other ways. I'll help. But this place is called Auradon. We have welcome pamphlets, but since Lea's the one who wrote them, I think I'll leave most of that to him. The short version is this is yet another world with its own rules and magic."

From:

rexien

Roxas sighed. Of course it was. But, as long as Axel- Lea- too weird, as long as Axel was here, and, tentatively, Aqua, he didn't think it would be so bad. "I guess we should get started on that ice cream then..." Seemed like that was the way he was going to see Axel, and learn a bit more about the people here.

From:

aquawayfinder

She nodded and resumed walking with him to the cafeteria. "I've never heard any of you sound reluctant about that," she said with a chuckle.

From:

rexien

"There's just a lot to think about... And I've never had to actually make it before..."

From:

aquawayfinder

"I don't think Mallia is going to ask you to help this time." She opened the door to the cafeteria for him.

From:

queen_butterfly

Mallia -- a lady in a long black gown that ended with purple in what looked a bit like a pattern of stained-glass panes, her hair twisted up into twin spirals behind her head, and short little pointed ears -- was sitting in a windowsill, relaxing there, purple eyes half closed as she played idly with what looked like a little water bottle... or would, if it weren't glowing just faintly. There was a large table still set out with dishes of food and drinks on it, from bowls of fresh fruit of many sorts, to what looked like a yellow meringue impersonating an omelette, complete with cheese on top, the hot foods still steaming faintly, and everything smelling nice.... but they weren't there for that, now were they?

She peeked up from her seat against the glass, offering a small smile as she raised a hand in a little wave. "Good morning," she started, and then paused, eyeing Roxas, smile growing a little more at her eyes. "A newcomer...?"

From:

rexien

"Um, good morning?" Roxas was not overly familiar with greetings. He stepped into the room enough for Aqua to have space to enter behind him, and then he stopped, unsure of where he should stand. "The food smells nice. I'm Roxas."

From:

aquawayfinder

"Mallia, this is Roxas. A friend of Lea and Xion. We were hoping you could help us out with some of his favorite treat for him and his friends. And I need to send a message to Lea to let him and Xion know that he's here."

From:

queen_butterfly

"Of course! And lovely to meet you, Roxas. What is it that you'd like?"

She stood up from where she'd been sitting, doing something with the bottle to tuck it away... but wherever it went, it disappeared, leaving her hands free to be clasped loosely in front of her.

From:

rexien

Roxas appreciated the small display of magic, or, slight of hand? It was impressive either way. He certainly couldn't make things disappear into thin air. Luxord had tried to teach him, to no avail. He brought his attention back to the matter at hand. "Sea salt ice cream? It's blue."

From:

aquawayfinder

Aqua chuckled and considered stepping in, then decided to not, sending a zap to Lea, hoping he'd see it soon. Given how busy he was with getting Xion settled in however, she didn't know that he would. Still, it would do Roxas good to have some time getting to know people and getting used to Auradon as Roxas rather than part of a trio.

Yes, she still missed Terra and Ven, what of it?

From:

queen_butterfly

"Ice cream...?" She repeated that, thinking about it a second. "So... frozen cream... with salt on it?" She sounded amused, but mostly puzzled. "I could well picture making something of snow and cream and fruit of some sort... but....?" She looked to Aqua for clarification, even as she brought her hands up, turning them over with only a very minor gesture which had her wrist help block the view of them briefly as she spread them.

She hadn't just been holding that bowl a moment ago. There was no mundane, logical way she could have been... certainly not as it was full of what looked a bit like some sort of snowcone-esque dish with a kind of blue-purple streakiness in what was otherwise a kind of off-white hue, the dye of berries mixed imperfectly through the dairy, and a couple shapes that looked an awful lot like big black grapes half buried to one side in it, beside a spoon.

"I'm afraid I'm uncertain how salt ought to figure into that as a flavor, however. It does tend to melt ice, after all...." She took one hand away from the offered bowl, and turned it up to reveal a small pile of rough salt crystals, white and sparkling slightly, in her other palm. "How would this work, now...?" She looked between the two humans... could someone please help clear this up for her?

From:

rexien

Roxas's not-heart sunk at the sight of the contents of the bowl. "There's no berries or lumps."

He furrowed his brow and tried to recollect the exact taste, texture, and colour. "It's not just salty, it's sweet too. and it's supposed to be frozen on a stick. And it's kinda a lighter blue..."

He scratched a hand through his hair and sighed. If Axel were here he'd know how to explain it. Roxas was hoping for it to be a surprise though...

From:

aquawayfinder

Aqua gave Roxas a warm hug. She could have explained it better, but he could do this. She had confidence in him.

From:

queen_butterfly

"Hmm, so... more like this?" She gestured, and for just a split second, it looked for all the world like the salt had turned into black smoke, and disappeared in the next blink.... but somehow, turning her other hand to pass something to the now-empty one had turned into her holding... well, it wasn't a popsicle stick. It looked more like a skewer trimmed down from a thin branch, as one might use to roast something over a campfire, but shorter. But on it was a semi-spherical sort of shape, neatly run through, its color now matching Aqua's hair.

Maybe it still wasn't quite right, but she was trying! She looked between the two again, holding it up for further feedback.

From:

rexien

Roxas wasn't sure what to do with Aqua's arms around him. His chest warmed at the contact, so he let her hold on to him for a moment before he wiggled free to better watch Mallia's hands.

He tried not to let his disappointment show. It was getting closer. They were going to get this right.

"It's more like... A square? Like this." He did his best to outline the shape in the air with his fingers. "And the colour..." He looked around for something similar, excitement growing when he spotted a large serving bowl that seemed to be close to what he remembered the light blue treat looking like. "Kinda like that bowl I think. Oh! and the stick has to be flat, because some of them say winner on them under the ice cream."