#fire-starterdylan

"Ohhh stop that! Now c'mon, you know better. We have our first guest and everything has to be perfect! Go on, shoo!" Daisy plucked Topaz off the counter and rolled a coin for him to chase, hoping it would keep him occupied enough for her to at least get the cookies started. Good old fashioned chocolate chip, simple but everyone loved them and it would give her and this Dylan something to snack on while they got to know each other and she figured out what else she would need at the store. The witch knew that she was likely going a little overboard, as usual. But it was good to have something to take her mind off of her worries over everything that had happened and missing her sisters. Hearing the scatter of Topaz's nails on the kitchen floor, she waved her wand to roll the coin again while her other hand scooped cookie door onto the tray, a bit of peace settling over her as the doorbell sounded. The niffler pulled a U-turn in the middle of the kitchen, scampering towards door with Daisy following closely.

"Hi!" She smiled brightly, as she opened the door and got her first look at Dylan. "Come in, please! I'm Daisy and this is Topaz. I'm making cookies so please make yourself at home!"

It’d been a month now and still Dylan couldn’t get used to not having his powers.  It made smoking so much less fun - he had to actually go out and purchase a lighter.  And it took him awhile!  He didn’t even know where to look at first, it took some walking around before finding one in a regular old convenience store.  How embarrassing was that?

Classes weren’t for some time and there was no way in hell he was taking a winter course, not when there was much to explore and see while he had the free time.  Yesterday he took a lap around as much of the island as he could - he got tired close to the 75% mark - and today was touring the downtown area some more, seeing what he could remember.  There were a strip of bars, some bakeries and cafes, clubs that looked kinda fun.  It wasn’t long before he sat himself on a bench, after painstakingly trying to light his cigarette with the snap of his fingers, like he has so many times before, only to when he finally remembered that wasn’t how it worked here.  “Hey!  Hey, you got a lighter?” he asked, leaning behind him, head craned and looking over the back of the bench.  “Or am I supposed to like, offer services for it?  I still don’t really know how this whole thing works.”

Grace let out a content little sigh as she settled on a bench in town, adjusting the wide brim of her hat to where it offered her the best shade. Not that she particularly needed it, as could sit in this sun all day and her skin would remain flawless. No, it was simply one of those human mannerisms that she had kept over the decades. Ones that she still used without even realizing most of the time, even though she was in a place where she did not need to hide what she was. Chuckling lowly at herself and her silly habit, Grace got right to work, opening the little notebook in her hand and waiting for inspiration to strike. She and Wat needed to decide on a spring musical very very soon and she wished to have a few ideas of her own before she approached him.

It was not long though before her peace was disturbed by the sound of someone very annoyingly snapping their fingers. Grace wasn’t certain what they were trying to accomplish, aside from irritating the very life right out of her. But it all soon became very clear as a face suddenly appeared nearly right into her own. Leaning back, she pegged the young man with a piercing look, honey eyes seeming to darken. “As a matter of fact, I do. And I may be generous enough to allow you use of it if you think that you can manage to muster a more competent request. Think of that as your ‘service’ to me..” Grace replied dryly, arching a raven brow.

Everywhere had something of an adjustment period, sure.  And Dylan’s been in one place about his whole life, where it was always freezing cold.  Because it was so much warmer here, he wasn’t sure if he was sweating or the overall heat of the place was making him that much more uncomfortable, and he found himself shedding every article of clothing he had the second he got deposited into the cell.  And he could not care less - he worked hard for the body he had and had no issues flaunting it.  Always lead with your best foot forward, right?  

Nova had pretty much had it with this day. First she had woken up a sobbing mess, dreams of her little brothers making her miss them more than she had since she got to this stupid rock. The missing them part wasn’t so unusual, but crying like a little bitch about it? Totally not her usual MO. A shower..that was what she needed. A nice, co-ed lukewarm shower to reset her mind and hopefully send her into a somewhat better mood. But nah, of course that wasn’t going to be the case. First all of the showers were taken, some by couples with whom cleanliness clearly wasn’t their first priority. Then when she finally did get a turn..the water was fucking ice cold. Letting loose with a tyranny of screams and f-bombs, the dancer finally gave up, throwing her clothes back onto her still wet body and storming back to the cells. Only to be met with Captain Naked the moment she turned the corner.

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.. Put..that..back where it goes would you? Do you have any idea what I just came from?”