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[Some would call this "the calm before the storm." A good four, maybe five hours before the countdown hits zero, and camp itself is rather . . . peaceful, in some respects. Perhaps even too quiet, as campers and counselors and alien interlopers either prepare for combat or make their way to underground safehouses. The air is cool, still, and the

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[tobethemiracle]

[sitting somewhere outside, an A4 notebook in front of him, which is currently covered in symbols that look vaguely Arabic, only not really at all.]

Come on, I can make this balance.

[he's pinching the bridge of his nose.]

[barfintomyhat]

[approaches, but doesn't sit down with]

Hi.

[tobethemiracle]

[blinks, then looks up.]

Hi, Kurt.

[barfintomyhat]

Mind if I sit, or are you busy? [waving at his notebook]

[tobethemiracle]

Go for it. I need a break anyway.

[barfintomyhat]

[sitting :D]

So. What do you think it's going to happen?

[tobethemiracle]

I have some ideas.

[barfintomyhat]

Jaime says it's giant monsters. You know, I could make a great Ann Darrow.

[tobethemiracle]

I'd make a joke about how you're too pretty for that, but it would be awkward.

[barfintomyhat]

[is taken aback anyway, then just kind of smiles, flattered oh, Ronan, ohhh]

Can't say I was expecting that.

[tobethemiracle]

I know. I wouldn't want to be predictable after all.

[barfintomyhat]

Hey, there's something to be said for predictability, as long as it's a good predictable. Not like this.

[tobethemiracle]

I am always a good unpredictable.

[barfintomyhat]

Stop changing the topic and tell me what your plan is. So that I can worry about you with a reasonable idea about what's going on, and not completely in the dark.

[tobethemiracle]

I don't really have one, is the problem.

[reach_within]

[sits down beside him]

Any luck?