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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.

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He nodded. "Until later then," he said. "If either of you are needed before the boat leaves I'll come and fetch you."

And with that, he headed back out. So much to do, and so little time...

Edited Date: 2025-05-10 08:03 am (UTC)

Ian nodded to Foulques as he left, then looked to Sun. "To start if you could find me any small screw drivers, a soldering gun, and any spare wiring you could find. Capacitors might help as well. And a penlight flash light if they are available."

"I'll see you later!" He turned back from Foulques to Ian again. "And... I can try," he said, seeming more hesitant again, rays once more sinking into his head. "What's... what's a soldering gun look like?"

Ian blinked a few times at the question then sighed. "It looks like a pen with a metal tip and a plastic grip, and either a wire or a battery. Also the plastic part usually has a kick stand. It would be stored with what looks like very thin wire, probably in a coil. It is used for connecting parts on a circuit board. If anything was physically knocked loose, solder will help me secure it back down."

"Oh! All right then. I can look for those things!" He sounded... relieved? "Um... what was all that about a boat, though?"

"A boat? You mean Foulques saying about going back before the party leaves for Auradon?" Look if they had to be surrounded by video gam characters they could be allowed to embrace the terminology.

"...Someone's throwing a party?"

if Ian.talking == True { confusion_level += 4 }. His rays were starting to move again, very subtly, in and out of his head... was he fidgeting with those? Because it looked like he was fidgeting with those.

Ian sighed. "Party as in group."

"Oh." The little movements in his rays stopped, and they retreated further again, his stance sinking some. "People are leaving? Huh. That's-- ....huh...." A slight pause, and those little movements returned. It was easier to see, this time, what with their tips being closer to the rim of his faceplate: they were ducking in and sliding more slowly back out in a pattern, a simple one that went around his face... a loading circle?

"I... I can go look for those parts...." His stance sank a little further, but whatever was going on in his head, he wasn't elaborating.

"Well yeah. Every time there is an Auradon trip people shuffle back and forth apparently. Trying to get people who proved themselves to Auradon, and some people like me coming here to finish a task. And thanks, the tools... and the logs... will help."

"....'Proved' themselves...?" He turned a bit, looking up at Ian, his rays still doing their odd little bob. "What's--" He barely finished that first word, certainly didn't finish asking whatever that question would've been, and looked back to the door again, and then back to Ian. He was going to go search for things, honest! ....But... but maybe he should ask for more info first?

He didn't ask, though, just lowered his head a bit more. "I'll go look," he said, quieter, and started to head for the door.

"If you have questions about going to Auradon, you should ask the King and Queen while they're still here. But I'm not sure anyone on that side at the moment have the skills you need, so you may want to wait and see about going over when I go back."

That got him to pause, there by the doorway, to peek back. Those rays around his head were nearly pulled all the way in. "Why? ...I mean, why would I want to go there?" His face might not have been able to change expression, but bafflement was plain enough in his tone. Look, he just hadn't heard much of anything about the place, that was all. He was so confused here....

"Better rooms with actual beds. Reliable electricity. Better food for those of us who eat, at least from the warnings I got when I said I planned to come here. Actual sunlight. Well, so I'm told, I'll admit I'm not the most outdoorsy person ever. A TV in each dorm room, and the rooms have doors that actually lock..." Ian shrugged. "The bigger question to my mind is who would want to stay here when there is a better option there? Then again, not like I could form a trivia team there, despite my trying..."

"...Huh." He was quiet again, but rather than saying anything else, or asking anything further, he turned and headed out of the room.

He'd be gone a good handful of minutes... and when he came back, he was crouching somewhat oddly over a mid-sized garbage can as he balanced its weight, picking it up and moving it a foot or two before stepping after it, and picking it up to do it again. At least he was apparently strong enough to not simply drop it each time.

"Hi again! I um... I don't think I saw the soldering thing," he said, uncertain, "But I was looking, and... and I realized, I don't actually know what I'm really looking for." ...So he brought all the scraps. All the bits of wire, of metal, of... was that a broken television or something?

He had started unpacking some but now he just stopped and stared. "I have... just so many questions right now."

"Yeah? Like what? Uh... I can say that a lot of this was just kinda everywhere, and I've been collecting and sorting it all out while I've been cleaning up! But you said wires and a flash light and screwdrivers, and... soldering things... and that sounds like stuff that might be in here! Unless it's in one of the other rooms...?"

"Let's start with... why were you carrying it in leapfrogging sections like that?"

"Why...?" He tilted his head a good few degrees, like maybe that was a strange question. "Um... because it's kinda heavy?" He looked down to the garbage can full of metal and plastic. "I guess I could roll it on its edge instead...."

To illustrate, he reached back over to it and tilted it, then did exactly as suggested, treating it a bit like a wheel for a few feet, before settling it back down again. "...Does it matter?"

"I mean I should be glad you're not dragging it Silent Hill style, but why not put it up on wheels? Or even tape some cloth to the bottom so you can drag it more easily without it making noise, then you don't have to lift at all... Or bring it in two smaller to carry trips so you can just carry it?"

"....Eh." He gave a gesture that was remarkably shrug-like, for not quite having much in the way of shoulders. "This was quickest. I didn't have far to carry it... it's just kind of a weird shape? I guess I could have just picked it up, but then it's harder to balance." Hence the setting it down every other step, so he could reposition it.

Now, if this thing had been maybe half its weight and the size and shape of a child, he could've easily picked it up, maybe even held it out in front of him while walking somewhere....

"That just seems horrible inefficient and bad for your back. Believe me, I've been lectured enough about my posture growing up to know."

"Yeah, well... you're a human," he said matter-of-factly. "And I'm not. I can take it."

He picked the broken television up off the top of it, careful to get his long hands around the outer shell even as it tried to fall off of it, and then crouched down a little to set it on the floor next to the bin. "There's gotta be some wires and stuff in here that you can use...?" He reached back in, and this time, came out with a handful of aluminum foil scraps and a busted... well, it was made of metal and plastic, some sort of small appliance, though what it'd once been was anyone's guess.

"You still have physical parts that can wear or be damaged. So we'd best take care of you. I apparently have only so much with which to fix you up."

"Yeah, but I know what I can take. And what I can't."

He reached back into the bin to pull out another bigger thing, setting it down on the floor nearby to be better picked through -- or at least, to get it out of the way so the rest could be. No elaboration on his knowledge of his own limits was forthcoming without further prompting, though Ian could probably hazard a guess, given the number of little dings and scuffs on his vaguely-a-little-glowy plastic shell casing.

Look too closely, and it might even seem like more of them were on the undersides of his forearms, the outsides of his biceps, and the backs of his hands, than on the other sides of those parts. Plenty on his head, though not really any to speak of on his rays... bits of missing gloss on the backside of his torso....