#bailey | 01

Mike had really gone out of his way to be a dick this time. His friend had joked about losing his keys to the cabin and saying he’d steal Jonas’ for the rest of the retreat. Now that he was standing outside his cabin and searched for his keys to get in, he found that Mike had been dead serious all along. He looked inside every little pocket, opened every zipper. No keys. “Arschloch” he muttered with exasperation. Now Jonas would have to wait for the rest of the students he was living with to return from the silly tour they wanted to take around Plymouth. Just my damn luck... he thought. Of course he’d been the only one who chose not to tag along, since he’d decided to go back to get some work done instead in spite of how many times his friends called him nerd for it. Resigned to the fact that he now had a few hours to kill and nothing productive to do, he readjusted his backpack on his shoulder and began to walk away from Cabin #6.

“I’m on my way down. Meet you all there!” he shouted through his communication device after hearing the code was in June’s possession now, and the rest of the group would gather at the base of the tower to flee before any of them got killed. He moved as fast as his body allowed, running, leaping, grateful for his avatar’s agility and swift motions even though he could feel his energy had lessened, but he was lucky enough to reach the ground floor without losing any more lives along the way.

For now she was free of summer courses and of the worries of thinking ahead about her thesis. She still spent a fair amount of time on campus because she was not free of her work at The Epigram, Turing’s student newspaper. June carried a stack of examples of their newest issue, leaving several of them in student lounges around the academy, in the libraries and even at the front desk of the fitness center. Last stop was the academy’s café, so with earphones plugged in she walked towards Common Grounds café, blissfully isolated from those around her as her music played on.