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Where Two Worlds Come To Meet

For those on the Boat

"Alright," Mal said, nodding. She and Ben had listened to what everyone had to say, and had pulled aside for a quick discussion. "This is the plan. Listen up, though it is subject to change based on what Professor Yen Sid has to say. But as it stands here is what we're going to do. Once we open an entry point in the barrier I will craft us a single use bridge. Everyone who is carrying stuff to the Isle will please carry it across carefully and quickly. Anyone who wants to stay on the boat, can. But once everyone is across the King and I will bring up the rear and close the barrier behind us."

She took a breath and continued. "Anything you need to summon to be prepared, do so before I open the barrier. You won't be able to on the Isle. Magic will not work there. Most tech will not work there. We're planning to stay about an hour. In that time if anyone sees anyone they know, please come and let the King, myself, and Professor Yen Sid know. Your words will carry weight as to if they stay or come back with us, but the final decision is ours. I want everyone to stay close to the shore either way. If we have to leave in a hurry we may not have a chance to wait for stragglers, and the phones won't work here."

"What about..."

Mal blinked then nodded. "We can talk to Professor Yen Sid about that," she agreed. "But I don't know if it is feasible for this trip. We also have to see if we have anyone who is as good with computers and tech as Carlos is...."

Ben nodded. "Alright."

Mal looked at everyone again. "We know that there are at least three confirmed villains on the Isle, or there were. Doctor Facilier, Lady Tremaine, and Mother Gothel. They've been without their powers for over twenty years and it hasn't sweetened their temperaments any. Don't underestimate them just because there is no magic. Be careful. And stay close. If you think someone you know is on the Isle but you don't see them, speak to Professor Yen Sid." Another breath. "Alright, that's about it. Sylvando's going to be staying with the boat, so if anyone doesn't feel comfortable going onto the Isle, you won't be alone if you stay back. Here we go..."

She turned to face the barrier and opened her spell book to the page she had been scribbling on during the boat ride. A deep breath and she cast two spells in rapid succession.

"Reprogram for now
and one time post
This remote to allow
For today and today only
this spot to be its target's host."

Her eyes glowed green as she spoke and a green trail followed her finger as she gestured at the remote. It flared green for a moment then the glow faded. "Done, for today the remote will open the barrier here, not at the bridge. And now..."

Ben nodded. As he clicked the remote, she began casting the second spell, eyes green once more. green finger trail in the air again as she gestured towards the barrier as a small entrance opened.

"Bridge of fate
Bridge of trust
Form quick
Be first rate
Formed of stone that does not rust
grow from this ship to the shore
to remain until the barrier closes once again
A bridge to aid all who are helping King Ben!"

The Queen intoned, her green eyes bright and glowing as a white brick bridge grew while she spoke. And when Mal had finished her spell, the bridge was fully formed connecting the boat and the beach. Well, perhaps 'bridge' was too strong a word; though it seemed to be made of the same sort of material as the magical bridge that sometimes connected the Isle to the mainland, it wasn't nearly as wide. Even if they'd had one, no one could drive a car over this. However, it was still wide enough for three people to comfortably walk abreast and the weight of it once the opposite end reached solid ground served to help steady the boat, making it quite serviceable as an extra-long gangplank.

The white seemed to almost shine against the dark of sea and the darker of the storm covered Isle.

Even from the beach the poor quality of life on the Isle could be seen. A rusting partial building that was some sort of bait shop was the only real structure that wasn't obscured by the thorns, but the damage to it seems to be older than the thorns might imply.

There were remains of what were probably a few small bonfires and broken bits of tools and scraps of trash laying around.

"Be careful on the bridge," Mal said as she led the people who were starting across, spell book at the ready. "On this side there are crocs, gators, and sharks." Then raising her voice to be heard by those on the beach. "IF ANYONE TRIES TO RUSH THIS OPENING TO ESCAPE YOU WILL REGRET IT!" Her eyes flashed green with the threat.

But perhaps it was the tall man with the beard, standing on the beach holding a beeping box with a light on it, perhaps it was his small but firm nod that made clear that she could back up that threat.

Isle Side

Eventually the raised voices on the other side of the barrier died down, and all was quiet. Those standing on the beach waited with varying levels of tension, wariness, and excitement to see what would happen next. It probably wasn't too long of a time, though it likely seemed much longer to many of them. The distorted shapes of people could be seen moving about on the boat's deck, though whether on purpose or simply due to the rough sea it was difficult to tell.

Then, just as some were likely beginning to question whether anything was going to happen... something did. The box that professor Yen Sid held began beeping loudly, the light on it glowing brightly as the barrier parted. Soon there was an opening large enough to drive a car through forming, allowing both those on the Isle and on the boat to see each other clearly for the first time. Then a familiar voice - to both those from Auradon and to some on the Isle - rang out.

"Bridge of fate
Bridge of trust
Form quick
Be first rate
Formed of stone that does not rust
grow from this ship to the shore
to remain until the barrier closes once again
A bridge to aid all who are helping King Ben!"

The Queen intoned, her green eyes bright and glowing as a white brick bridge grew while she spoke. And when Mal had finished her spell, the bridge was fully formed connecting the boat and the beach. Well, perhaps 'bridge' was too strong a word; though it seemed to be made of the same sort of material as the magical bridge that sometimes connected the Isle to the mainland, it wasn't nearly as wide. Even if they'd had one, no one could drive a car over this. However, it was still wide enough for three people to comfortably walk abreast and the weight of it once the opposite end reached solid ground served to help steady the boat, making it quite serviceable as an extra-long gangplank.

The people preparing to leave the boat were well dressed well fed, but tired looking people. They probably looked a little worse for the storms out at sea tossing their hair and soaking their clothes. But even with that... their clothes were clothes. Not scraps. Not stitched together leathers. Okay, so the Queen was in stitched together leathers, but clearly that was aesthetic choice rather than desperation. They were carrying cloth bags, boxes, and in two cases, flower pots in leather slings.

Everything about what little of the boat could seen from the Isle spoke to quality, to luxury. It was clearly well made, well kept, and expensive. It was also very... pastel.

"Be careful on the bridge," Mal said to the people behind her, as she led them across, spell book at the ready. "On this side there are crocs, gators, and sharks." Then raising her voice to be heard by those on the beach. "IF ANYONE TRIES TO RUSH THIS OPENING TO ESCAPE YOU WILL REGRET IT!" Her eyes flashed green with the threat.

But perhaps it was Professor Yen Sid, perhaps it was his small but firm nod that made clear that she could back up that threat.

Where Two Worlds Come To Meet - Both Missrecalled and Misery-called

With boat and beach thus connected, those on the boat began to disembark, most of them carrying some bit of cargo. Stitched leather bags, sturdy cardboard boxes - both of which seemed full of supplies, and two people carried flower pots in leather stitched slings.

Sylvando - the man in the jester costume - who stayed on the boat guarded the top of the gangplank until the last of the people and supplies were moved across. Once the last of everything was on the shore, the king slid his hand into his pocket and the barrier closed, the bridge vanishing as it did.

For those with magic, it felt weaker here, and as the barrier closed rapidly, the sensation increased until it closed and all the magic was gone. The beeping box stopped making sound, its light fading.

For those with fire associated magic the lack would hit extra hard, though with everyone reeling, that might not be obvious.

Mal tucked her spellbook down the front of her jacket. Her eyes scanned everything and everyone, and she didn't seem to miss anything. She looked almost natural here despite being clean and clearly not starving. The king beside her tried to give everyone a warm smile, which almost immediately made him seem out of place.

"Alright," Mal said. "Here is what is going to happen. We are here to drop off supplies. Some of you may be coming back to Auradon with us. We will be talking to the professors, and to some of you. If you agree to come to Auradon, and if you are accepted, you have to be willing and able to follow the rules of Auradon. We want to help those of you who were never meant to be here, but we can't put the people we promised to protect in Auradon in danger either. Don't like that? I'm the one to step to," she said, pushing some wet hair back off her shoulder. "For those that are staying... this isn't the only time we will be coming and not now doesn't mean never. Until then however..."

"We found supplies," Ben said. "And what we have that we can share, we are sharing. We brought food, potato plants, bottled water and juices, and some other supplies. Everything we brought can be eaten as is or cooked over a simple fire."

Mal nodded. "And for those of you who are dark hearts, who are true evil as... Well let's just say that the deal offered to the adults before this all started stands, and extends to all of you who it applies to. Even if you have been evil in your past, even if you are evil now, but are willing to change to live in Auradon, we will consider you. You will have to earn your place in Auradon. Earn your chance to come over. It won't be easy, but one thing I've learned? Good isn't. Easy. But if you can prove yourself good, even here, we will consider that and you may be welcomed in the future under probation."

Ben took over, then. "However, just because you are here does not mean you are evil," he said. He put a hand on Mal's damp but now hair free shoulder. "If you think you should be in Auradon, not here, come and talk to us. Tell us your story."

"We're planning to stick around about an hour," Mal added, her hand over Ben's her fingerless gloves a dark purple leather with a livid green dragon on the back of each. "That should give enough time to talk to everyone. And for you to ask any questions about the supplies that you may have. And one more thing, yes I see you lurking there in the shadows, Shadow man. And you as well," she said, her eyes flicking to the other side of the rusted bait shop from where the Headmaster was watching them all. "Alright. One hour, people. Let's get this going."

"And... we are truly sorry, for those of you not of this world who are trapped here. We promise, we are trying to work on how to get everyone home."

"Yes, yes, happily ever after's all around. That one hour? Starts now," Mal said. Then she rolled her shoulders back and turned to talk to Professor Yen Sid.

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Mal sighed. "Because I'm responsible for keeping Auradon safe, Morgana. Because if I trust the wrong person I could ruin everything and a lot of people could get hurt. Including the people you want us to save. Including you. So we're going to talk to everyone who wants to talk to us, including Professor Yen Sid. And we're going to do the best we can." She was doing her best to cover the guilt and pain she felt. She succeeded, more or less, with her voice, but couldn't keep it from her eyes. "But even for whoever doesn't come back with us now, they'll still have a chance to earn that, and we're leaving supplies to make things better here, as best we can. And now that the way is clear, we can make supply runs as needed."

"We want to help everyone," Ben said, softly. He pulled Mal against him gently, comforting her. "We're going to do our best. For all of you, we promise," he said softly but firmly. Sincerely.

"Just... whenever you get out there, have a bowl of ramen for me, or whatever. I'm heading back to the school."

He can focus on this.

It's distraction enough that he doesn't find himself focused on the anxiety of going over the bridge at all.

"Right now, no matter what I say, we both know that the people who decide who go over have their own ideas of who you are- even with time. And obviously, acting completely different will just..."

He makes a small gesture. "...well, they'd suspect that too. But what you've done for me...even when you weren't honest, was still helping me. Even that much will help make the difference for getting over. But when you finally are... ...We can't give them a reason to send you back either."

In other words, while the ideal is 'don't do a crime!'. Well.

Please, please, Please do not get caught doing a crime?

"I don't think I needed to say that part though," he laughs, quiet. "...But the first bit...I really mean it. I know the type of person you are- you even told me as much yourself, with or without words. No matter the core of your reasons, you still helped me. ...I would have told them that even without our 'deal'. And I'm pretty sure they'll pay attention when others start to say the same."

Promises and fingers crossed. Morgana wasn't exactly moved, and she doubted she was changing any minds, either. Still, it felt good to vent.

"That responsibility's only on you? Not even a little bit on pretty boy over here?" Yeah, Ben she wasn't ignoring you. "Sounds like you're having a tougher time trusting yourself than the rest of us. Not exactly the best look... but what do I know? I corral a band, not an entire kingdom. If you want to know me, you'll have to ask the questions you don't like, and hope the answers I give are the ones you're looking for. So, go ahead. Ask me something you don't want to hear."

It didn't guarantee she'd tell the truth - but maybe it'd give Mal a touch more confidence.

"I'll think about it. Not a big fan of eating alone, though." In other words, if she was going and Utau wasn't? Then she wasn't going at all.

That got a sound that wasn't quite a snort, wasn't quite a laugh. He didn't seem to be taking that last comment of hers seriously, but count it against her? Nah.

"With any luck, they will be kin, and therefore smart enough to understand." Whatever he meant by that, he wasn't spelling it out.

Chell was making the rounds pretty quickly, not stopping to chat with everyone. He may not have known that what he'd been conjuring up would disappear, but between his relief at finally being able to do so again, and having some understanding of how little everyone else had been subsisting on, given their states, he saw no reason to make them wait.

And, having stepped close enough on his way to someone else, he was certain there was someone over in that direction as well, closer by than his original target. He turned to look, already bringing his hands up together as he approached, smiling.

"Here, friend. For you." They'd been empty only a matter of seconds previously, but now when he opened them, he was holding a bowl full of those huge black berries. Not a blemish on them, not a speck of dirt or dust, just the glossy surface of those improbably-existing, tempting specimens of fine, fresh produce. Surely he wanted those? And the dryad very clearly wanted to give them to him, with no mention of payment, repayment, or anything resembling a tit for tat deal or bargain....

"Boy," he said with a quiet but slightly bitter laugh, "you really think if I get out there I'm gonna be stupid enough to get myself banished here again? I wanna get to the other side and stay there, thanks all the same. What I did to get myself tossed here in the first place was try and get out of the bottom of the barrel. Now that I see that old barrel's been on a trap door this whole time? I'll do what it takes to climb back out and stay out. I'm going nowhere but up, and that you can lay your cards on."

"Of course Ben is carrying most of it," Mal snapped.

Ben gave Mal's hand a squeeze to try and comfort her. "We will, if that is really okay, ma'am," he said to Morgana with a warm smile.

"If it's Fujisaki you're eating with, you better be dumping some on her head..." she muttered.

"Now there's a pretty little trick. What strings comes with this tasty looking bait, friend?" he asked, more suspicion in his use of the word than Chell probably used.

"What... strings?" He didn't seem to quite understand the question, though whether that was due to being distracted by his excitement or simply not being used to that phrasing, it was hard to tell. "There aren't any; they're in a bowl to be eaten, not strung for hanging." He tried to hold it out to the human again, seeming amused.

He shook his head, taking off his hat and flipping it in the air before it landed on his head again. "I mean, young one... what's the catch?"

He tilted his head, blinked. "I did not catch them. I made them." That smile of his, though, was... not quite the same as he'd approached with. Was he teasing him now?

...Maybe a little.

"I can make these freely with my magic. So eat," he insisted. "I do not know how much longer this will last, so have your fill." Though, that gave him an idea, it seemed, and though the bowl was already a pretty decent size, he passed a hand over it, and in turning it a little to adjust his hold on it, it looked... as though it had grown a little bigger, perhaps? The fruit was piled high in it, one of the shiny black spheres on it balanced precariously now....

If he was doubting whether he'd get a chance to make seconds, he'd just have to make sure seconds wouldn't be needed, right?

"And we've all been incredibly lucky so far." Morgana deadpanned, now being a bit of a showman and rolling some fruit along her arms and shoulders. Always a performer. "Boy, my expectations are high now."

Good. Mal needed to remember she wasn't in this alone - and it wasn't fair to treat herself like it was all her fault.

"Go ahead. here, I'll give you the first one 'free of charge'... I got in a fight with that Tremaine hag. She attacked one of my babies, so I attacked her back. Now, your turn. Ask away."

Morgana made a pretend gag noise. "Someone like that would make everything taste sour. Besides, what a waste of good food. Bad company doesn't deserve the privilege of being with me."

"Not exactly," Lea said. "We have to wait til they say it's time to go. They promised they'd stay here about an hour, and it hasn't been nearly that long yet."

"'Amy' is your mother, I take it?", he said. "And what trickster do you suspect had a hand in his presence?" If there was a being outside the divine who had the capability to interfere with the magic that had brought them here, it would be prudent to know about them.

Foulques scoffed at the idea of Utau being an adult. "Hmph. If she has more than 16 summers, then I'm a goobbue," he said. "She's child enough, youngling. You see what you wish to see to further paint her as an enemy."

"Do not mistake me; I don't doubt that you have much reason to be angry at her. She herself has freely admitted such. But take care that that anger doesn't cloud you vision."

Foulques quirked an eyebrow, uncertain what his hands were required for, but held them out as Chell requested.

"I mean, what's your take on this? What do you want from it? From the Shadow Man?"

"Fighting a villain is hardly villain behavior," Mal muttered.

"Babies?" Ben asked, latching onto a different part of the confession. "You have children here?"

"So you're not going to eat with me either, then?"

"....Oh...."

She considered.

"Should we find Emporio?"

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