Healer Greatheart and several BoMB agents meet the Adventure Club at the shore. While the BoMB Agents are immediately at the raft with the injured being, Greatheart is most preoccupied with her students, refusing grumpily to let a single one get by without a proper inspection. It’s only after she’s done a head check on each student that she joins the BoMB agents, already doing their best with the strange young man’s wounds.
Ms. Min and Mr. Trullinger herd the students away, while Mr. Youngblood, looking more sullen than usual, sucks his teeth and wanders off. [ADVENTURE CLUB MEMBERS] are taken to the BoMB encampment on Eastern Campus to give statements on what transpired, then are sent on their way, escorted off BoMB grounds by a friendly-faced auror. Everyone leaves having the impression that getting an update on the strange young man will require some snooping.
Mary Grace peppers the friendly-faced auror with questions as they leave the BoMB encampment. Some about the auror himself ("Do you have a codename? Is someone watching us right now? Have you done this before or is this some kind of hazing ritual for the new guy to go die?"), some about their situation ("Y'all get in the creepy tunnel yet? I ain't telling you how to do it 'less you ask real nice."), some total nonsequiturs ("Favorite Iron Chef, go."), but, eventually, they leave him behind, and Bub isn't nearly as fun to question.
So, Mary Grace turns to Wyatt. "Our college application essays are gonna be so fucking baller, dude," she says, as if she truly believes Wyatt Webberley is going to college.
Wyatt is a shadow of his usual self, shoulders slouched and, most concerningly, his face screwed up in deep thought. "Oh, yeah, for sure it is," he murmurs.
Mary Grace tilts her head at Wyatt. It don't take a rocket hermeticist to read when Wyatt is off his game, she just has to take a second if this is her responsibility or not.
It's definitely not, she decides, but she maybe won't try bullying him to get his mind off things. He's no fun when he's mopey.
"And that Mary Grace sure is the hottest piece of ass in school, too, ain't she, Wy?" She elbows him in the side to see if he's even listening.
"Absolutely," he agrees with poorly acted enthusiasm. He shoves his hands in his pockets, and in one, his fingers wrap around his cicada rock. He should give his back, he's certain now. He's just not sure what good it will do.
"GOD," Mary Grace groans and throws her head back to look up at Wyatt. "You're bummin' me out, bud. Need me to give you a piggyback ride?" She puts her fists up and hops along as they walk. "Wanna box?"
"I can do whatever the hell I put my mind to," she answers, a little too confident. Or a lot too confident. "Giddyup, cowpoke, I'm gettin' a little barn sour."
"Okay, okay," Wyatt says, now completely distracted from his previous
thoughts. "You sorta squat a little and I'll jump up on your back, then you
grab my legs and I'll grab your shoulders," he announces. Hopefully, she's
on board with this plan, because he's already moving.
THIS EVENING
Ms. Min and Mr. Trullinger herd the students away, while Mr. Youngblood, looking more sullen than usual, sucks his teeth and wanders off. [ADVENTURE CLUB MEMBERS] are taken to the BoMB encampment on Eastern Campus to give statements on what transpired, then are sent on their way, escorted off BoMB grounds by a friendly-faced auror. Everyone leaves having the impression that getting an update on the strange young man will require some snooping.
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
So, Mary Grace turns to Wyatt. "Our college application essays are gonna be so fucking baller, dude," she says, as if she truly believes Wyatt Webberley is going to college.
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
It's definitely not, she decides, but she maybe won't try bullying him to get his mind off things. He's no fun when he's mopey.
"And that Mary Grace sure is the hottest piece of ass in school, too, ain't she, Wy?" She elbows him in the side to see if he's even listening.
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
EVENING: MGoM & Wy
Re: EVENING: MGoM & Wy
"Okay, okay," Wyatt says, now completely distracted from his previous thoughts. "You sorta squat a little and I'll jump up on your back, then you grab my legs and I'll grab your shoulders," he announces. Hopefully, she's on board with this plan, because he's already moving.
THIS EVENING: Uriah & Open