Camp AU Event

[maleborgia]

[Very late in the week of the AU event, (college!)Cesare has gone in search of (future!)Alvis. Some of the novelty of this strange zombie summer camp has worn off but he remembers her vanship and just how exhilarating that was. Besides, she is company who isn't a) his actual professor or b) his not actual(?) brother. It's a nice clear day. A day for adventure.]

Alvis! You don't have plans, do you? [hope you are okay with this kid confidently inserting himself into them]

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[keytoexilellence]

Hello, Cesare! ...That depends on what you seem to have in mind.

[maleborgia]

Do you still have fuel in your plane? I'd like to take another look at this place from above.

[keytoexilellence]

I do. I went exploring a little the other day and I found a whole hangar! There's even a smaller vanship -- although I haven't been able to figure out who it belongs to.

[maleborgia]

How interesting. Perhaps we can find the owner. They might be able to tell us more about how you at least got here.

[keytoexilellence]

It's this way-- [Pointing and starting off] I parked my vanship outside and left a note.

[maleborgia]

And no response yet? That's too bad.

[keytoexilellence]

No but they may be distracted with this mess as well. It seems there were several people who showed up as we did. There's not a lot of leadership and individuals have to find ways to take care of each other.

[maleborgia]

Have you met anyone you know? [this is asked quickly]

[keytoexilellence]

[Glances over at him]

No... Have you?

[maleborgia]

One of my professors arrived with me. [and frowns] And I met someone here who seems to be my brother, but it's... It's not right.

[keytoexilellence]

Not right? What do you mean? And is this the time-travel professor or maybe one of your political science instructors?

[maleborgia]

Yes, he's the conspiracy nut. Actually, he teaches history. But I'm not sure how to explain it. Here. [taking his phone out of his pocket and opening up his photos, scrolling until he finds a decent picture of Juan back in his world sitting next to him on the sofa. He zooms in on the face--he's a year or so younger than him, blonde, and with a faint entitled air in his posture and expression.] This is my next youngest brother.

[keytoexilellence]

[Oooo instantly hovering over this fantastic piece of technology again. She watches him go through photos and then zoom, taking it all in]

The one who is here but "not right"?

[maleborgia]

[nods] This is him back home. The two of us were playing with a game he had gotten as a present. But this... [a pause, please, while he finds a much more recent picture of Juan from Camp. Unlike the other one it was clearly taken without permission and he doesn't seem aware of the camera]

He doesn't look like him, and he's older, but somehow I know he is the same.

[keytoexilellence]

[...He doesn't look like him, he's not the same age, but yet he's the same... Trying to cover her skepticism the best she can.]

There have been some events during our stay beyond any explanation I could hope to give.

[maleborgia]

I know it sounds crazy. But so much of this is sheer madness.

[keytoexilellence]

You're right -- I'm sorry. You can't apply any kind of logic that I've seen. If we can be plucked or pushed right out of our worlds and into this one then anything must be possible, right?

[maleborgia]

I don't blame you for being skeptical--it gives me a headache just trying to wrap my mind around it. The best explanation I can give is that this is the longest and strangest dream I have been trapped in.

[keytoexilellence]

[Perking up!]

Oh--! But that's an excellent thought!

[maleborgia]

It hasn't been an entirely horrible dream. I have to admit that I have enjoyed parts of it.

[keytoexilellence]

Mmn! And we can make anything out of it that we'd like!

[maleborgia]

Hm, I suppose you are right.

And what do you want to make out of it?

[keytoexilellence]

As long as it's a good dream, I'm not too concerned. It can happen as it will.

[maleborgia]

[arms folded but he nudges her] Be more specific than that. Perhaps you need to vocalize it to make it so. As for me, I did enjoy the library once I took a better look around, but it cannot hold a candle next to that flight. You should become a stunt pilot if you ever get tired of diplomacy.

[keytoexilellence]

[Laughing lightly]

A stunt pilot? What do they do? ...And don't just say stunts.