the songbirds are singing like the know the score

[straightupbitch]

Holding grudges has always come easily to Santana; she's a monstrous bitch, it's in the job description. Until now, she was doing really well, too, rolling her eyes at Brittany's ridiculous spelling errors and pretending not to care that it went unnoticed when she finally wore that stupid shirt. Plus, being all but outed on YouTube, mortifying

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[floozyfacade]

Olive spends very little time in the Hub, but today is warm enough that she drops in just to get a glass of water - which she very nearly drops when another girl appears on stage in the blink of an eye and then shouts. There are other people here in the Hub today, but no one else really seems to be their age, and some kind of protective instinct kicks in, the way it always seems to when she runs into a recent (or brand-freaking-new) arrival. She hurries over, downing what's left in her glass and setting it on the counter as she goes.

"Yeah, hi," she says. "Sorry. It's kind of a, a long story. But it's totally going to be fine."

[straightupbitch]

Perhaps in retrospect, Santana will come to regret how nasty she is about to be, but she never does think twice in the heat of the moment, and right now, in this moment, it's hot as hell. Not just figuratively, either; Christ, at least have the courtesy to crank up the A/C when kidnapping someone. Eying the girl before her, she wonders if this some kind of cult hangout and they've both been claimed as virgin sacrifices (If so, she thinks, someone's lord is about to be sorely disappointed). That doesn't explain why the redhead is so calm, though, unless brainwashing is in the mix. Fantastic, now her life is both Logo and SyFy worthy.

"You're kidding, right?" As she speaks, Santana slowly begins to make her way around the stage area, all the while glancing over her shoulder for men in camo gear with nets and stun guns or whatever. "What world are you living in, where getting kidnapped is in any way fine?"

[floozyfacade]

"Yeah, okay, you're right," Olive says, "scratch that, that part's totally never gonna be fine." It isn't, of course, she's still not cool with that. She may be acclimated to the island itself, but when it comes to the whys and hows of their being here, she's not okay with it, and she's not okay with the notion of being here for the long run. There's a difference between adapting to, even embracing, what she's been thrown into and wanting to stay. "And if I could figure out a way to un-kidnap us? I totally would. But the thing is, I kind of don't even know who's done it. One minute you're wherever you were before, and then wham, bam, magic island."

[straightupbitch]

This all has the makings of one of Brittany's outrageous (and likely true) anecdotes, just like the time she spent in the sewers last summer and her visit with the elves in the North Pole. It almost excites her, the prospect of having something equally ridiculous to share the next time - "Did I tell you about my trip to the magic tropical island?" - but soon enough, the reality of the situation sinks back in and she remembers that she's at least hundreds of mils from Brittany now.

"Are you for real? This has to be the shoddiest kidnapping job I've ever seen, and I once spent a whole weekend watching Lifetime Movie Network. Why are we in a karaoke bar? And who the hell are you?"

[floozyfacade]

"Did you miss the part where, like, Scotty beamed you up?" Olive asks, brow arching. "Not too shabby, I'd say, but I don't think I ever made it through a whole weekend with that thing on and it's kinda my first time being kidnapped. I'm Olive. Penderghast. And... I think the bar's because everyone's been kidnapped and apparently alcohol helps with that for some people." She winces slightly. Flippancy may be her default mode, but it also isn't fair, no matter how aggressive the newcomer. Hopping off her stool, she leaves her glass of ice water on the counter and gives a little wave to the barkeep, a silent thanks. "I can do the whole show and tell thing somewhere there's less of a chance of people starting in on the ABBA songs if you prefer."

[straightupbitch]

"Obviously we've been drugged," Santana points out with much more certainty than she really feels. For the most part, she just doesn't want to admit the possibility that this is more than a textbook kidnapping, even if chances are her chances of survival don't actually differ all that much regardless. Drugs, she has experience with, albeit minimal and exclusively recreational. Magic, not so much, and she wouldn't mind remaining firm in the knowledge that no such thing exists, evidence to the contrary aside.

"I'm not complaining," she continues, "I'm just saying, who kidnaps two teenage girls and brings them here?" That is, in fact, Santana's incredibly roundabout way of expressing gratitude for not having awoken tied to a pipe in a basement somewhere, and it's as genuine as she's going to get. One thing she can't openly deny, however, is her utter lack of desire to break into song at the moment, and although the prospect of a drink in enticing, her better judgment suggests against being anything but sober throughout this. "Like where

[floozyfacade]

Olive purses her lips, considering the alternative. The new girl has a point - if they've had to be kidnapped anywhere, this is the place to be, and it's only better outside of the Hub. "Well," she says, "there's this big building nearby? They call it the Compound, which really doesn't make it sound any less like we've been kidnapped by, like, some bizarre foreign government, I don't know, but that's where most of the stuff is. Crash room to sleep in, kitchens if you're hungry, showers, clothes, stuff like that. Or there's the beach?"

Wherever they go, the explanation's going to be the same anyway, and she thinks she may actually be getting better at that part. She may as well show her the sights while they're at it.