Saturday Mid-Morning
Aug 18, 2019 23:13:56 GMT -6
Post by Snick on Aug 18, 2019 23:13:56 GMT -6
Castilla had slept in that morning, but got up now and made himself a cup of coffee. He looked in on his charges and saw that Makepeace had arisen early and left. He was probably working on sets for the play or something. He checked on the others and they were sleeping in.
He got dressed and asked the lighthouse to move him to the main island. Nothing. "What do you mean?"
The light refused.
He stepped outside. "Take me to the school." Again, nothing.
"What is going on?" He looked up at the light.
"Are one of those three kids sick? Are we quarantined? Is that what's going on?" No sign of confirmation. "Wait. Makepeace is sick." The light shone brightly. "The rest of them will probably get it anyway." The light dimmed.
"I should be helping the other teachers. At least send me over there. . . .no, with Pratt and O'Brien, you're right. I should supervise." He sighed. He turned and went back into the lighthouse to wait for the three teenagers to wake up.
Pratt rolled out of bed, took a quick shower, and threw on some less-wrinkled-than-usual clothes in preparation of going to Salem. Hopefully he hadn't missed the departure. He strolled into the common room, mussing his damp hair. Seeing only Castilla and neither of the girls, he made a confused face and quickly doubled back to the girls' room door. He was never the first to wake up, especially not on the weekend. Were the girls sick?
"Siobhan? Arwen?" he called through the door, knocking gently with his knuckles.
Castilla leaned back in his chair, a bemused smirk on his face. "How about a game of Monopoly, Pratt? We four aren't going anywhere. It seems Makepeace left early this morning and is sick. I confirmed it by owl. The Lighthouse has panicked and the rest of us are confined here."
He tossed Pratt a Pop tart.
"Sorry to disappoint you, as I am confined with you this time."
An angry grimace quickly replaced the look of confusion on Pratt's face. "You have got to be fu- friggin' kiddin' me," he groaned, fumbling the poptart a couple of times before catching it between his wrists. "So is everyone stuck where they are, or does everyone but us get to go to the mainland?"
Obviously, the sick people would not go. He meant out of the non-sick. Had he known someone had died from the bug that was going around, he'd be more worried about Makepeace. If he knew his sister was sick, he'd swim to the other island - undertow be damned. There were a lot of things he'd feel differently about if he knew more details. For now, however, he was just pissed that he wasn't going to the mall on a real first date with Siobhan.
Siobhan came out of her room, freshly showered and dressed, "You let me sleep in. We'll miss the escort to Salem." She walked up behind Pratt and took his hand behind his back so Castilla wouldn't see, then she gave his hand a squeeze.
She looked at the disappointment in Pratt's face. "Or did they call it off because of all the sick students?'
"The stupid lighthouse is holding us hostage again," he groaned. Pratt was very tired of being a keeper and they weren't even through the first month. If this was going to happen every time someone got a sore throat, he was going to lose his mind.
"This is a bunch of bull," he muttered under his breath and headed for the kitchen, releasing Siobhan's hand as he walked away.
Siobhan's face fell. "We're stuck on the lighthouse island then? We have the lighthouse, and the beach and the rocks, and each other. We have the five of us," she added with a smile. "Can we take your boat out, Pratt?"
"The four of us. Makepeace has the icicle trickle," Pratt corrected her. "If we're allowed to take the boat, sure. But the lighthouse might think we're making a break for it."
He procured a bottle of soda for himself, then held it up as a way to ask Siobhan if she wanted one.
Arwen moved to walk into the main room of the lighthouse having changed into a more comfortable sun dress. Her original plan was to go out with the rest of the students and find Jonathan. After the light house pulled her away during the kissing, she needed to make sure that Jonathan wanted to still hang out together. Thinking about everything that happen the night before still brought a blush to her face since had something not happened she would have gone all the way.
She seemed confused on everything that was going on when she walked into the main room. “Good Morning everyone, what all is going on since I thought for sure you would have all left to go into town already.”
Siobhan shrugged her shoulders. "It seems the lighthouse has us on lock down because of the uncommon cold. Makepeace is sick. He's not here. We're not going anywhere." She patted the mirror in her pocket, wondering if Lorccan was sick now too. He'd tell her if he was.
"Mr. Castilla, will the lighthouse let you go out for supplies so we can eat? At least send you out beyond the contagion area?" she asked. "I can cook if it will give us hot plates and a few pots as well."
"I can ask Lorr..." She pulled the mirror out of her pocket, the first time she'd showed it to everyone. She looked into it.
"Lorccan? Are you still healthy?" she smiled. "It looks like you made it to the mall all right, and I don't see any blue around your lips. We're all stuck in the lighthouse except Makepeace; he's sick. So we need lots of munchies . . . games, stuff to keep us from going stir crazy. Anything you can think of." She could see Sadie over his shoulder. "Is that Sadie? Hi, Sadie." Good, Lorccan was with friends.
He got dressed and asked the lighthouse to move him to the main island. Nothing. "What do you mean?"
The light refused.
He stepped outside. "Take me to the school." Again, nothing.
"What is going on?" He looked up at the light.
"Are one of those three kids sick? Are we quarantined? Is that what's going on?" No sign of confirmation. "Wait. Makepeace is sick." The light shone brightly. "The rest of them will probably get it anyway." The light dimmed.
"I should be helping the other teachers. At least send me over there. . . .no, with Pratt and O'Brien, you're right. I should supervise." He sighed. He turned and went back into the lighthouse to wait for the three teenagers to wake up.
Pratt rolled out of bed, took a quick shower, and threw on some less-wrinkled-than-usual clothes in preparation of going to Salem. Hopefully he hadn't missed the departure. He strolled into the common room, mussing his damp hair. Seeing only Castilla and neither of the girls, he made a confused face and quickly doubled back to the girls' room door. He was never the first to wake up, especially not on the weekend. Were the girls sick?
"Siobhan? Arwen?" he called through the door, knocking gently with his knuckles.
Castilla leaned back in his chair, a bemused smirk on his face. "How about a game of Monopoly, Pratt? We four aren't going anywhere. It seems Makepeace left early this morning and is sick. I confirmed it by owl. The Lighthouse has panicked and the rest of us are confined here."
He tossed Pratt a Pop tart.
"Sorry to disappoint you, as I am confined with you this time."
An angry grimace quickly replaced the look of confusion on Pratt's face. "You have got to be fu- friggin' kiddin' me," he groaned, fumbling the poptart a couple of times before catching it between his wrists. "So is everyone stuck where they are, or does everyone but us get to go to the mainland?"
Obviously, the sick people would not go. He meant out of the non-sick. Had he known someone had died from the bug that was going around, he'd be more worried about Makepeace. If he knew his sister was sick, he'd swim to the other island - undertow be damned. There were a lot of things he'd feel differently about if he knew more details. For now, however, he was just pissed that he wasn't going to the mall on a real first date with Siobhan.
Siobhan came out of her room, freshly showered and dressed, "You let me sleep in. We'll miss the escort to Salem." She walked up behind Pratt and took his hand behind his back so Castilla wouldn't see, then she gave his hand a squeeze.
She looked at the disappointment in Pratt's face. "Or did they call it off because of all the sick students?'
"The stupid lighthouse is holding us hostage again," he groaned. Pratt was very tired of being a keeper and they weren't even through the first month. If this was going to happen every time someone got a sore throat, he was going to lose his mind.
"This is a bunch of bull," he muttered under his breath and headed for the kitchen, releasing Siobhan's hand as he walked away.
Siobhan's face fell. "We're stuck on the lighthouse island then? We have the lighthouse, and the beach and the rocks, and each other. We have the five of us," she added with a smile. "Can we take your boat out, Pratt?"
"The four of us. Makepeace has the icicle trickle," Pratt corrected her. "If we're allowed to take the boat, sure. But the lighthouse might think we're making a break for it."
He procured a bottle of soda for himself, then held it up as a way to ask Siobhan if she wanted one.
Arwen moved to walk into the main room of the lighthouse having changed into a more comfortable sun dress. Her original plan was to go out with the rest of the students and find Jonathan. After the light house pulled her away during the kissing, she needed to make sure that Jonathan wanted to still hang out together. Thinking about everything that happen the night before still brought a blush to her face since had something not happened she would have gone all the way.
She seemed confused on everything that was going on when she walked into the main room. “Good Morning everyone, what all is going on since I thought for sure you would have all left to go into town already.”
Siobhan shrugged her shoulders. "It seems the lighthouse has us on lock down because of the uncommon cold. Makepeace is sick. He's not here. We're not going anywhere." She patted the mirror in her pocket, wondering if Lorccan was sick now too. He'd tell her if he was.
"Mr. Castilla, will the lighthouse let you go out for supplies so we can eat? At least send you out beyond the contagion area?" she asked. "I can cook if it will give us hot plates and a few pots as well."
"I can ask Lorr..." She pulled the mirror out of her pocket, the first time she'd showed it to everyone. She looked into it.
"Lorccan? Are you still healthy?" she smiled. "It looks like you made it to the mall all right, and I don't see any blue around your lips. We're all stuck in the lighthouse except Makepeace; he's sick. So we need lots of munchies . . . games, stuff to keep us from going stir crazy. Anything you can think of." She could see Sadie over his shoulder. "Is that Sadie? Hi, Sadie." Good, Lorccan was with friends.
