You're From The Isle If Anybody Asks

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First Awareness

Those used to this by now probably knew what it meant when they felt their magic return for a moment. For the rest, suddenly their powers were back. Just for a few minutes, but a lot could be done in a few minutes. If the person even noticed their powers were back, that is.

Of course those on the shore might have seen the hazy indistinct shape through the barrier coming closer, might have seen the moment the hole in the barrier opened. Might have seen King Ben leading people down a gangplank through the barrier with crates of supplies....

Unions, Re And Otherwise

Once the supplies were unloaded, the barrier was sealed up again. King Ben seemed to be in charge during the unloading, Once the barrier was closed again, by the green magic streaming from the Queen's finger, it was Mal who seemed to be in charge.

"Alright, listen up. We have 2 hours and the clock is ticking. I'm not FG but we're keeping to a deadline anyway. If you want to come to Auradon or know someone you want us to bring back, you have 2 hours to convince us. You and everyone else, sharing the same 2 hours. Along with anyone who has a supply request for our next visit, or updates. Those of you bringing supplies to the school, time to get cracking. Two hours passes faster than midnight at the ball."

Those Who Left

(Please TL Here for boat and Auradon Shenanigans. TY)

Those What Remain

Once those going back to Auradon had left and the barrier was back in place, it was for those who remained on the Isle to sort the supplies and figure out how to get done everything that needed to be done with the people that remained.

Comments

[ubuntu_programmer]

"That too... but mostly Jenn and I make a good team. I know mostly white hat techniques and strategies, and let's just say she's more grey these days." Not that Ian hadn't gotten them all in deep trouble recently through less than ethical means out of desperation. But still, Jenn was the one up to her neck in it with them. "If there is ever a sneaky way to do something with a computer, you can always count on Jenn to figure it out."

[dualityinjest]

And on the back of his head, Sun's custom port was... very custom indeed. A bunch of pins in the sides of a strangely-shaped recess, mounted on his circuit board... but if they were here to do some tech work that might involve wiring things, surely they'd have a multimeter with them? ...Then again, if they hadn't had a soldering iron....

Well, at least here, Sun could presumably tell them something about things he saw, as Ian messed with them?

And the screws holding his circuit boards in place were absolutely standard torx bits. In a pinch, if they heated up the plastic of a cheap Bic pen, they could probably press that into one and make their own screwdriver for it. The boards were small enough to be laptop contents; the components seemed mostly standard for present-day-ish tech.... one of the visible chips even had "2030" printed in its QC stamp.

[ubuntu_programmer]

"I might be able to rig something to make the port accept a USB wire, if I have a spare of the right kind... hold on." They moved away and over to their nags, digging through them. "This was not what I thought I'd be doing when I packed... so I'm not sure I have what... ah. This should work. I can just double up charging on another wire for a while."

[dualityinjest]

"If you're going to use a charger cord... you can borrow my charger while I'm not using it, if you want?" Sun had moved just a little bit, to peek over to see what Ian was getting at, curious.

[ubuntu_programmer]

"Hmm...." they considered. "Where does that plug in for you?"

[dualityinjest]

"Down here." Sun turned to show the human, lifting up some of the ruffles around his little waist, and with his other hand, tugging down a spot just below the top of his pants. The shiny fabric had a little hole that was rather clearly meant to be there, as where it stretched down a bit, it revealed the darkness of the inside of a teensy port, a silver rim against the dull gold glow of his hip's shell, in a familiar oval shape.... "I leave my charger on a chair in the corner of Foulques's room; there's an outlet there."