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[wishesandsmoke]

Eden hasn't lost track of the specific spot where she first appeared on the island; she never knew where it was. At the time, reeling from her arrival, blood in her hair and, sometimes, eyes, head pounding and heart racing, the exact location was of approximately zero importance to her. She doesn't, for that matter, remember the stretch of beach

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Claire barely manages to keep from sighing; it's one of the more baffling problems she's encountered on the island, the fact that a population size of a couple hundred people makes it difficult to find someone who even approaches Mr. Right for Eden. For most people, she wouldn't bother going so far to matchmake, because in all honesty, they'll have lives whenever they vanish off the island. An average island lifespan of two to three years isn't too long to go single, or too long to simply date around as necessary to keep life fun and interesting. But for Eden, this is the last stop. This is it, this is the last place she gets to sink her roots before wherever the end game takes her.

And because of that, there's nothing Claire wants more than to have Eden experience everything that she could have back home, had Sylar never crossed their paths.

Dwelling on it in conversation just seems like a bad idea, though.

"I'd really like that," she smiles, propping herself up better, legs curled underneath. "Obviously my Island School classes should come first, but... hey, little sister's duty to want to do all the things her big sis does. I've always been so curious about the acting and literature classes."

[wishesandsmoke]

Eden is, as ever, overwhelmingly grateful for Claire's easy references to their relationships, as if it's as simple as that and they really are siblings. It helps her feel less alone, knowing she has Claire in her corner for as long as she's here, that they can stay close come what may, barring the inevitable separation. There are a few other people again and still - Rupert and Lily and Jason - but they aren't family like Claire is, no matter how fond she gets of them. At least she gets this much. Family is more than she ever thought she'd get anyway.

"Oh, well, maybe next term," she says. If you're still here stays unspoken. "And until then, we can pick one to read together and you'll be ahead of the curve. One of the comedies? Let's see, there's... Midsummer Night's Dream, of course, and Twelfth Night and As You Like It. Much Ado About Nothing."

[lucked]

"Isn't Midsummer Night's Dream the one with an ass? Donkey. Ass. I think. I remember seeing some pictures of a ballet rendition of the play, and there was just this guy with a huge donkey's head- I couldn't figure out how someone would still manage to be graceful, wearing something like that," Claire rambles on, the corner of her lips quirking and head tilting down, until her hair fell in front of her eyes, slightly obscuring her vision.

"Oh, and there was that guy on the island some time ago who called himself Robin Goodfellow. Not that I talked to him, but when people featured in Shakespearean plays make it to the island, word gets around. Ophelia. Miranda."

[wishesandsmoke]

"And once, ages ago," Eden says, as if telling a story herself, "Shakespeare himself. Of course, he looked an awful lot like Ralph Fiennes." It still all strikes her as so strange sometimes, and it's not like her life's been normal, exactly, even before her ability and the Company. "Yes, that's the one. You don't know that story?" They'll have to rectify that, she decides. It's a fun one, at least, and she enjoyed working on it, even if she never got a chance to actually perform the role.

[lucked]

"William Shakespeare himself? Jeez, I bet people were rushing around him and trying to get to know him," Claire shakes her head with a small amount of amazement. While she can't say that Shakespeare is her favorite author by far (and she's not sure she can even pick a favorite playwright in general, having as little exposure into that kind of work as she does), it still leaves her a little starstruck, imagining him walking that same island and those same beaches. "Asking questions about his work... hopefully it wasn't a letdown. But no, no, the only plays of his that we've read for class so far are Romeo and Juliet and Macbeth. Haven't gotten to Midsummer yet."

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"Oh, well, we'll have to fix that," Eden says. She grins and shakes her head, looking down at Origami, who's decided to try napping on a shorter stack of books. Half on it, anyway. "I don't think we ever read Midsummer in high school. And oh, I did not enjoy that stuff back then." She hadn't been a model student, certainly, but she hadn't wanted to just get out and go home either, so she'd been diligent if silent. It was the latter that had caused so much difficulty, though she'd only ever meant it as a way to avoid trouble. "But you know, no one in my class ever knew how to read it. That's the real trick - learning how to read Shakespeare like he's... you know, just you and me, like you'd read any modern author. The meaning's right there, you just kind of have to say it instead of making some grand fuss. I think you'll like it."