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

Somewhere inside the school....

[dualityinjest]

Sun had completely missed the memo that the barrier had come down for even a moment.

While everyone else was finagling cargo and going about their meet-and-greet, the animatronic jester was continuing to mind his own business, cleaning up. He'd gotten rid of all the trash from the main hall, the side halls, all the way down through the lower levels as well, and had been working on the rooms in which the lights would turn on next. He'd been sorting bits and bobs into various boxes, with paper trash in this one and plastic trash in that one, and had taken to using one of the relatively untouched classrooms upstairs to hold all the boxes of things. He'd figured out already that no Staffbots (or anyone else, for that matter) would regularly come by to empty the garbage cans, and that said cans also didn't simply empty themselves.... which meant he'd have to do something else with it all to get rid of it, or at least reduce it. Maybe they could at least burn the paper stuff that wasn't good enough to use for writing or crafts? the once-wet, dry-again tissue shreds, the splinters of wood in another box, that would all be good to burn, right? There were plenty of boxes in that room now, in various states of full-ness, but it was quickly becoming a good spot to find material based on, well, material.

If someone else was in the building, they might catch sight of him quietly focused on his task, using a broom with a broken handle to clear out some of the floor trash from one of the side areas, pausing to turn it over to use the handle to scrape a stuck bit of it off the floor, and then carrying on again, dumping it all into the nearest trash can for easier transportation....

If someone comes around a corner quickly without looking, they're likely to run into him. SURPRISE, there's a bright yellow sunshine-looking jester, glowing faintly, suddenly right there!

Re: Somewhere inside the school....

[awkward_turtleduck]

Unfortunately for Zuko, though he'd felt the barrier flicker, he was not aware that this meant down on the beach was possibly his way off this Agni-scorned rock. His fit with the thorns had brought him storming back towards his room in search of something to bandage his hand with.

For once, his self-sabotaging tendencies outweighed by the fact that even he realized what an infection in this spirits forsaken place would mean. Nothing good, certainly.

And so, imagine his surprise when he rounded a corner and nearly walked head first into something far too yellow and far too tall for his liking. He let out a shout and leapt back. "Flames and ash!"

His first thought was spirit, but he'd been here long enough by now to grapple the reality, and he knew this was just another stranger from... somewhere far away. He still fell into a defensive stance, nerves tight in his throat.

[dualityinjest]

The sudden meeting had Sun pulling up short there in the hall... so as much of a shock as the sudden seven-foot-tall glowing toy-looking bot's appearance might've been, at least it wasn't an actual collision. And if he recognized Zuko's stance for what it was, he didn't let on, simply dropped a little lower in his own, so that he wasn't towering over him any more. His wasn't a fighting stance; it was closer to horse-stance, with neither foot forward to guard anything.

"Hi there, new friend!" Perhaps unfortunately for Zuko, he was matching his volume, raising his hands a little in a double wave hello. "What's your name? I'm Sun! Or Sun, or Sun, or Sunny, or Sunshine, Sunrise, or even Sun!" It surely sounded like he'd repeated one of those words four times... but somehow they were different. Blame the translation-magic.

[awkward_turtleduck]

Zuko flinched back, temporarily stunned by just, the everything of the situation. How in the four nations he'd ever even ended up in this position was beyond him. He stayed cautiously tense, but despite the size and strange appearance of the stranger, it was hard to find malice in their greeting.

He raised a hand tentatively, forgetting his knuckles were currently bleeding down his fingers. "Um, name's Zuko. Nice to meet you?"

[dualityinjest]

"Nice to meet you too, Zuko! I-- oh! OH!" He brought his hands up over his grinning faceplate, loosely covering his mouth and sideways nose for a second as the rays around his head retreated mostly back into the space between the round layers. "Oh, no! We should get that cleaned up! Come on...."

He reached to put one big hand gently around Zuko's side, barely touching his back through his shirt, and gestured with his other back down the hall the way Zuko'd come. They should go that way, apparently...? The big shiny gold toy-looking jester certainly seemed to eager to help....

[awkward_turtleduck]

Zuko might know enough by now to realize the creature was not a spirit, but that didn't mean he was instantly at ease in its presence. Besides the strange lanky limbs, and face carved to mimic the sun, it was made of metal, and massive.

He'd forgotten about his bloody knuckles, and the creature's apparent concern over the injury was all that kept Zuko from reacting violently to the stranger's sudden approach. He tensed under the hand, but managed not to flinch. It helped the creature was on his good side.

He grit his teeth and glanced up towards its face. "You have medical supplies here? Fresh ones?"

[dualityinjest]

Metal, plastic, surfaces that glowed very faintly... whatever this weird jester was, it wasn't a born creature, and it wasn't even trying to pass for one. Those silvery joints weren't hidden, nor his head's layered construction, or the pipe-like neck that wasn't even remotely hidden from behind... nor was that big hole in his back, reaching nearly into the center of his chest, with a metal ring inside it, peeking out behind him a bit....

He was being gentle, too, making an attempt at ushering more than outright picking him up to carry him off or something... but Zuko wasn't a small child, and he wasn't in charge of him. This wasn't the Daycare. This was a teenager, in this strange run-down stone "school" building, who could use a little help....

"Well... There's some clean water. And there's a bit of cloth that's not really dirty. We can at least get it rinsed off and covered up...." He paused there; was Zuko going to come with him?

[awkward_turtleduck]

Sun was like a garish child's colouring of the inner workings of a steam ship. It was the only reference he had for what this kind of creature could be. Made? Maybe? By humans? Or some other strange creature from a world beyond his fathoming?

He shook his head. That was the kind of existential thing his uncle would dwell on. He had more practical concerns right now, and if what sun said was true, fresh water would solve one of those issues at least. He'd really done a number on his knuckles and the backs of his hands. Punching a wall was one thing, but the give of the tangled mass of thorny vines had done damage going in and when he pulled his hand back.

He narrowed his eyes up at the stranger, taking a small step away to give himself some space. "Thank you. I will follow you." He didn't need a physical escort, and he'd prefer an easier route to duck away if it looked like he was being led somewhere suspicious.

[dualityinjest]

"Oh, uh... okay!" He seemed happy enough with this, and turned to lead on down the hall.

Zuko might recognize the area he was being led to -- it was all the way back toward the front part of the school, somewhere close enough to the room where the cooking happened. Not like it was right next door to it or anything, but close enough Zuko could probably find it again fairly easily. He opened the door, then reached in with his hand and leaned a bit, flipping the light switch on and waiting a second until the lights all came to brightness before he set foot inside. He was humming something to himself quietly all the while.

Inside... there were boxes. And garbage bins. And more boxes. The things in them seemed to be sorted by material, if Zuko cared to look -- paper in this one, wooden scrap in that one, even a bin with pieces of metal and broken electronics and appliances. Sun, however, was going for a shelf nearby, and took something from it, a small rag from a little pile of them. It... wasn't white, but it didn't look like it'd been white originally anyway. It was some sort of solid dark gray scrap, but it did indeed look pretty clean... perhaps he'd washed it?

"All right... one down, one to go!" He stepped back out before he reached back to turn off the lights, and then resumed leading down the hall, this time toward the cooking room. "The clean water's for drinking and cooking... so we can find it there. I think this is a good use for it too. And we shouldn't need much, anyway."