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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Main Hall
[u][b]Interacting With:[/b][/u] Low [@tigerchuffs] | Katsuya Bogdani [@aladdin_sane][/center]
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To be completely honest, Oliver didn't really understand how Katsuya's mind worked. The girl spoke quickly and passionately, her mouth moving as if it were on speed, and Ollie could only sit and watch and listen in amazement as this girl just went off. She listened as intently as she could to Kat's refrain, nodding ever so often while stealing at glance at Low. At some points she would lean in slowly to take another bite of her now mushy, sickeningly sweet pancakes, but her eyes remained glue to Kat's frame behind her specs. Eventually, silence filled up the group, and Ollie sucked in a soft, tired sigh before smiling lightly.

Quickly enough, Kat's attention turned to Elowen. She continued on with her speeches, stringing together colorful phrases to form beautiful images with words and thoughts and life. It was an interesting magic Katsuya possessed, much different from the bizarre light that emanated from Low. Her's was much more similar to a fever dream than a drug-like high, a wavering plane of existence that shifted in color and appearance with ever word she uttered. From where Ollie stood she could only experience this world, not feel it like she assumed Kat could, and around and around the words and world swirled. Colors that she couldn't even image formed from melding letters, life blossomed from stories that lay hidden beneath a wary tongue, and Ollie could only sit back in awe as this person sitting before her strung together things that seemed implausible into something that felt completely unnatural.

And god damn was Ollie all for it.

By the end of her second tangent Oliver was completely lost in her own mind. Though her face was devoid of emotion and her gaze was completely hidden behind her gleaming glasses those close would notice her entirely sleepy presence. Then the silence returned, and she sprang up with a slight start, laughing a fragmented, robotic laugh before standing. Her fingers wrapped around the edged of her now empty plate, and after drifting noiselessly over to the trash can and back she peaked an eyebrow at Kat, who once again was stirring oceans with her constant talking. Ollie leaned forward slightly at the mention of the "blue yonder", then leaned back to tap her chin thoughtfully at the idea of taking a stroll.

[color=gray][b]"You know, that's actually a lovely idea..."[/b][/color] She drifted over to Low's side, then stepped calmly towards Kat's, and repeated this process a few times before sitting back down at her original spot. [color=gray][b]"We could walk around the lake perhaps, and take a nap on the moss beds... And perhaps we'll see the glow of the bonfire over the water when night falls and the stars will gleam so beautifully above.... Yes that would be lovely."[/b][/color] She spoke gently, mostly to herself, then turned her gaze expectantly towards the others, barely registering the fact that time had slowly passed around them, and that the dining hall had started to clear as the afternoon light began to fill the room.

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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Camp Grounds to Blue Cabin
[u][b]Interacting With:[/b][/u] Stacey Hampton (text) [@HushedWhispers] [/center]
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Richard had slipped away from the group some time ago, feeling a little blue that he had no possible way of following through with his spying plan, So, instead of being where he believed he truly belong, King wandered the familiar camp grounds. The gravel of the man-made trails slipped in and out of his flip-flops, burning into the soles of his feet and leaving behind the nostalgic feeling of pain he had experienced ever summer since his pre-teen-hood. This place, this camp, it was just... Too good. For him. Looking back to his school year and general not-summer times, King found himself constantly thinking of the people and places left alone here during the winter and spring and autumn. He would wonder what it would be like for this place to be completely quiet and empty, and trace the cabins and trees curdely into his school notebook as his mind would wander and wander about this wonderful place.

[i]Wow, when did you get so sentimental, Richard?[/i]

He pouted at the familiar voice of his father that filled his head momentarily. Nah, no need to think about them now, he had bigger things to worry about. This summer was his last after all, he had to strive to be as big and as bad as he could be this year. Parties ever other night, no, [i]every[/i] night! Perhaps even sneaking in some booze would be fun, though it would be a hassle to keep hidden with all the kids around. He quickened his pace with excitement, barely registering his entrance into the blue cabin. 

After a few more moments of energetic thinking, he sighed, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling gently. He then straightened and glanced around the room quickly, taking note of who probably laid claim where. Bunks for Fawn and Alex. Beds for him and Leah. Seemed pretty okay for him. Though... He wouldn't have a chance to really unpack and settle in due to his stuff still being shoved in his car. King thought for a moment about heading back out into the afternoon heat, and then he turned and collapsed onto his bed. The old mattress squeaked with his added weight, and a hefty  breath escaped his lungs as his back fell against the springy surface. Again, nostalgia washed over him, and not wanting to get misty-eyed he pulled out his phone and glanced through his messages.

Upon seeing Stacy's naame again, a sudden lurch in his heart and head made him frown. He was curious, about what was happening and what was being discussed. It should be him at that meeting, not Fawn. Stupid Fawn. Caspy Caspy Caspy Fawn. Screw the friendly ghost, stealing his damn spot. Rage turned King's face red, and he clenched and unclenched his fist a few times before typing in a new message to Stace.

[center]To: [color=006363][b]Stace ❤[/b][/color]
yo girly i would love it if you sent over the deets of the meeting when your done. Gotta prepare myself for what's to come ya know? :))[/center]

He glanced over the message a few times, then shrugged and sent it out. After that, his phone dropped down onto his chest and he let an arm drape over his eyes. This summer was either going to be legendary or ordinary. And there was no way he was going to let it be ordinary without a fight.