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

[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."