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[hollermehome]

It seems to Lisey that as soon as the rainy stretch had ended, so had the feeling of discontent that had been hanging over the little community like just another black cloud. Now, with the skies once again full of sun, and the island still buzzing with news and excitement from the ball that had been held over the weekend, it seemed like as happy a

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[five_hours]

I had gotten up early that morning, though I didn't really have anything to do. School was over and while it had been nice I had mostly kept to himself so I found myself in the same position as when I had started attending classes which meant time on my hands again.

After walking along the beach, which was actually a pretty decent way to start the morning, I decided that it would best to get something to eat. Normally I waited until everyone would likely have eaten and left, but I decided not to this morning. Whether it was a sign of things to come or just a one time thing I figured I would go with it. I smiled at the woman who I figured had made everything. "It all looks really good." Though I when I made my plate I focused on the muffins and the fruit salad. I fixed a plate, and grabbed some tea, then sat down where I could see the door.

[hollermehome]

"Well, thank you very much," Lisey says and smiles at the young man. After six months on the island, most everyone's face is familiar to her by now, but there are so many people left to meet, and this happens to be one of them. "Nice to meet you," she says, settling down at the table with her coffee. "My name's Lisey Landon, formerly of Maine, 2006."

[five_hours]

I grinned at her as I put my cup back down. "You're welcome. I'm Brian...Brian Lackey formerly from Hutchinson, Kansas, 1991." It still felt a little weird actually saying it. I guess maybe if I didn't then it really didn't seem like the whole time thing was so different, or something like that.

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"1991 was a good year," she remarks with a smile. "I remember it well. Although to tell you the truth, I think that it was all uphill after the early eighties." They'd been happy years for her and Scott, but looking back she often can't help but wonder what in the world everyone was thinking.

[five_hours]

I grinned and nodded. "It's still taking some getting used to knowing that people come from so many different times." It helped having Neil here and knowing there were other people in the same situation.

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"Not to mention the people who come from other places entirely," Lisey says. She doesn't know any of them personally, but she's heard of people on the island who came from Earths with entirely different histories than the one she knows, or who don't come from Earth at all. It's odd to think about, and while she knows Scott loves it, it just makes her vaguely uncomfortable.

[five_hours]

"Oh yeah." I nodded. I may not talk to many people, but I paid attention. Instead of bothering me it was oddly comforting in some way I wasn't even going to try and explain. I suppose it was just part of my blending in, or maybe it was knowing if everyone understood each other it could be a good step towards getting along and working things out.

"I haven't talked to many people yet though." It was hard to get over some habits, but it was happening slowly.

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"Been here long?" Lisey asks, sipping at her coffee. "It's only been about six months for me, but I've made some good friends," she says. And thank god for that. She thinks, sometimes, that if it wasn't for Glen and Lily, she'd have gone truly mad a year ago. Scott helps, of course he does, but the absence of her sisters in her life is a void that can only be filled by a particular kind of friendship.

[five_hours]

"I've been here about 8 months." It seemed a pretty big deal when I said it out loud actually. "It's good that you've made friends. I do know someone from home. School has helped a little bit." Even if I hadn't talked to that many people I at least knew some names and faces that always helped.

[hollermehome]

"People from home do help," she says with a little smile. Queen of the understatement, that's little Lisey Landon. "And finding a place for yourself, I think. Until I got my shift here I felt a little... lost, I guess. It's good to have a way to give back, whether you're a student, teacher, provider..."

[five_hours]

"Yeah, I know that feeling. I wasn't sure what to do with myself until I decided to go to the school." If I hadn't done that I'm not sure what would have happened.

"How long have you been working in the kitchen?"

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"About three months now, I think it is," Lisey says. The time's gone faster than she would have imagined it could have; it doesn't seem like quite so long ago that she was sleeping in her little hut alone, in a loaned hammock. Only six months, and how full a life could already feel.

"So what's your favorite part about this place?" she asks. "I'm taking a poll."

[five_hours]

"My favorite part..." That was pretty difficult actually. I didn't really go around the Island that much, or spend that much time anywhere other than my own hut or the school. Maybe the compound.

"I guess it's having my own hut. I don't know that I would have gotten my own place for a while back home. I like the waterfalls too, though I haven't visited them too often."

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"I live right by the big one," Lisey says, thinking that she was lucky when it had come to picking a hut. "Didn't build it there, but I like it a lot. Nice to have swimming so close, and when it's hot out you can take the shortcut through the caves to the compound." They'd had their share of hot weather in Maine, but it had never been anything like the island; more often than not Lisey was terribly grateful for the cool dampness of the caves.

[five_hours]

"I didn't build mine either." I grinned. "It feels like home now though so that's something. I've never been the caves." I wasn't claustrophobic or anything, but I guess those were just one of the places I'd not made it to yet.

"I'll bet there are some cool things in there if you know where to look."

[little_moons]

Flo's had about enough. She's hungry, right the fuck now, and while she hasn't started screaming yet, she's got that look about her. A warning. Feed me now, or you'll fucking regret it. That look.

I walk into the kitchen, a little relieved when I see Brian sitting there. Ignoring that he's busy with his own meal, I walk over and all but shove the squirming toddler into his lap. "Hold her a minute, would you?" I mumble, already moving toward the fridge without another word of greeting.