Alice had to admit surprise to how cheery and clean the cabins proved. Braving nature seemed hardly a hardship at all. More like a comfortable vacation of sorts. Of course, the asylum was still a rather low threshhold to surpass. It was not difficult for any place to be an improvement.
The school had assigned her a brother,
Dean, a kind, helpful one at that. She'd never had one of those before. Only sisters, before the fire (selfish unnatural child) (not tonight, she would not think on such things tonight). And a roommate, there was a safer thought;
Francine seemed cheerful and if she found Alice strange, the way most people did sooner or later, at least she did not stare so much.
No wonder she hadn't recognized
Reno's casual mention of radio, if she really was a hundred-odd years misplaced. And no wonder
Chad hadn't known her song, it must be ancient, by now. She would try harder, to remember the words. Perhaps write them down in a diary, although she'd always imagined girls who kept diaries to be the soppy sort who drew hearts on them and wrote about boys rather a lot.
Perhaps
Ella, who seemed to be the only other picnic-goer not baring half her skin, was from the past, as well; if she saw the other girl, she would be sure to ask. No, half a moment, Ella was from a different world entirely, as was Ino.
Ino, who had understood the dance of blade and blood. She would need to speak more with Ino, she felt. And now she was wondering if
Kaylee was perhaps from a planet without any fruit in it. Full of vegetables, no dessert for you! Fandom must seem heavenly to her, as well.
Dinah had made the move to the cabins quite pleasantly; she hoped none of her cabinmates proved allergic. Poor, underfed Dinah, who had spent so long mewling under Alice's window, wailing to ears that didn't hear. Thankfully
Sokka had let her know that cats were permitted, here, and she hadn't kept Dinah in the suitcase for very long. Dinah had befriended a Gulliver, and she an
Anemone. And she wondered if
Lion-O could perhaps ask Dinah if Dinah was all right, if she resented all of those years spent waiting, if she had only been relieved to see Alice as herself again. If she knew how very much Alice cherished her.
That, along with meeting her new cabinmates, must wait. Alice was exhausted, and now was a time for sleep. After all, she had class tomorrow. Something about punching people. This island proved more interesting all the time.
(OOC: establishy/linkdroppy. Night, Fandom!)