(2018-09-05) It's a date
It's a date
Summary: Dylan and Besa make plans for a date.
Date: 2018-09-05
Related: None
NPCs: None
Scene Runner: NA

Coral Springs Courtyard - Coral Springs

The path leads up the hill and into a large cobblestoned courtyard surrounded by four buildings. In the center of the courtyard is a green space, landscaped with flowers that spell out Coral Springs. In the center of the green space is a large statue, a memorial to the lives that were lost during the attack on the previous school. In the distance the tip of a lighthouse can ben seen. Between the buildings is a view of the ocean. It seems the school has been built on the tallest cliff of the island and has a lovely view of the open ocean to the southeast.

With the view between the buildings it almost seems like you can take to the skies and FLY. Maybe if you had wings, or some other way to FLY you could.

It is a summer night. The weather is warm and fair.

The young teleporter has been trying his best to follow the rules. As Dylan has no legitimate job on the mainland, he can't justify going to town, even if he doesn't understand why him skipping to Burger Barn to get some onion rings and a vanilla shake would be so bad, just as long as he was back by curfew. It's not like he'd have to worry about catching the ferry. So, after dinner, he went for a walk, which for him involved skipping all over the island at random locations. His last skip brought him to the courtyard, where he is standing looking up at the memorial statue. There is something somber about the air around it. Something that, Dylan can feel it, even though he knew none of those who died at the last school. It is enough to give the boy a pause in his wanderings.

Besa has been to the games room. The Arts Room. The Lighthouse. The trails around the light house. He even was at the cliff. But there was no sign of the teleporter. In fact, he was just now wondering if maybe he broke the rules and went to the main land. Slightly defeated Besa's headed from the patio/meadow awards the academic room. Might as well throw clay and be productive if he can't find Dylan. But then , like it always seems to happen, there he is. In the last place he's looked. The fountain. Cocoa's tail starts to wag, but Besa suddenly seems reluctant to bother the teen for some reason. He's already put his foot in his mouth once today. But there's that nagging in the back of his head, Be Brave! So he starts to make his way over, "Hello Tom. Are you well?"

Where Besa's hair always seems to be perfectly ordered, it seems that Dylan's hair is the opposite - utter chaos. Tonight is no exception, he seems to have a cross between a windblown look and bed head. His dark blue eyes turn to regard the source of the voice, but considering he was called 'Tom' that really is only a couple of people. He offers the other teen a smile, though it is one that seems a little taxed, matched by a slightly similar look. "Yeah, I guess… maybe not.. I don't really know.. I guess I'm just feeling a little caged up tonight… " He glances at the statue, "Though it kind of makes you think doesn't it… you know.. how everything can just end before it even gets really started…." How true the sentiment can be for oh so many things.

Besa notes the messy hair, it makes his fingers twitch, like he wants to try to fix it. "I'm sorry. Feeling that way is never nice. Would you like to go for a walk? Would that help?" Poor cocoa's gonna be tired tonight! The ancient teens smile fades when Dylan looks at th statue. His gaze follows and he's quiet. Long moment, "It was not a good night. Many good people died." He rubs his lower back, phantom pains from the raptor briefly remind him he almost wrapped that night.

Dylan sighs, "I kind of have been for a walk for the last little bit… all over the island actually." He chuckles. "You know this place when you think about it, really isn't that big." At the return to the significance of the statue, his smile fades, "I'm sorry… It's probably not something that you want to remember…"

Well, that explains B not being able to find him! "It is big, you are just very good at moving around it, Tom." A sad smile as he glances to the names on the plaque. "It is alright. I would not wish to forget them." The people or the memories? After a long moment he shakes himself, bangs waving like they're trying to get Dylan's attention. "Come, let us go to the arts room then? I must finish up some mugs for Friday." Look at Best, taking charge! He smiles at the taller teen, "I have planned out our date for Saturday. Do you wish to know, or would you like it to be a surprise?"

Art Room - Coral Springs

Sure this is called the art room, but it is actually more than that. Art isn't just painting and pottery. Because of this, the room is large, and is actually broken up into sections, with partitions or half-walls to give each area boundaries.

The largest section is where the cabinets, cubbies and various tables are. Also in this section is the teacher's desk and one of the sinks for cleaning up at.

The other sections are dedicated to certain styles of art. There is a section for doing pottery with a both a kick wheel and two electric pottery wheels, kiln and racks and cabinets for drying pottery and storing equipment.

Easels take up another area, and a few computers workstations in another.

Toward the back is another sink for cleaning up at. Next to that is another section with an upright piano and a cabinet that holds a /small/ selection of musical instruments and other things aspiring musicians would need.

It is a summer night. The weather is warm and drizzling.

Dylan shrugs, "Well, I'd prefer to be able to move around more than just the island. I'm used to being able to check on my ami sani whenever I feel like it… Or stop at this place I know of in Kansas City for barbeque.. but I'm trying to follow the rules…It's hard… I imagine not for someone like you…" He smiles and nods, "Sure… I'll even walk." He grins, finding the company worthwhile. As he moves to Besa's side, he reaches down and scritches Cocoa behind the ears. "Hey girl."

Besa offers as they walk, "I am sure you could ask for permission to go visit her once a week. Perhaps on a Wednesday?" Middle of the week seems reasonable. An eyebrow is raised about the BBQ. But then, "What does that mean? I break rules." Cocoa's tail wags when she's finally given attention, she seems happy to walk between the two boys. Bess quiets down, more nervous now that Dylan hasn't answered him about Sat. Is he backing out? "I have a few mugs to glaze…it should not take long."

Dylan smirks, "Yeah I know you do… but for you, breaking the rules is a choice… one that you probably have debate with yourself over.. me… I have to do the opposite generally, debate about doing the right thing…" Except when it really matters, then he acts instinctively. "As far as Saturday… I don't know… surprises can sometimes be nice…"

Besa just gives Dylan a disbelieving look. "I do not know why you wish to paint yourself as a bad person. You are not." Already heading to th Arts Room is instinctual for both Besa and Cocoa. A quick glance, like Besa's trying to decide if Dylan's actually excited for it or not, "…okay. It will be a surprise then. Be prepared to walk." What is he planning? He reaches for the door to open it for Dylan. See/ he's a gentleman, yo!

Dylan mock whines, "Walking? But walking is so boring… " He smirks, "So I guess… I'll have to deal with it… gah!" He chuckles. "I think I can remember how to do that… " He wants to press, but he did indicate that he preferred it to be a surprise. He shrugs, "I don't think that I'm that good, Besa… "

Besa rolls his eyes, "I suppose you can poof everywhere, but I can not. You would end up waiting for me. Or finding someone more stable to go on the date with." There's even a finger waggle at Dylan. "I would prefer you walk with me." But then the ancient teen smiles, it's hard to not tell him, but the surprise will be good (He hopes!). "All you will have to do is show up, I will take care of everything else." With Rain's help, that is. He stops, holding the door, "Then do not think on it. Trust your grandmother." And Besa!

Dylan grins, "Well, I can skip with someone as far as I can see…" That was how he had "rescued Besa from the cultist". He enters the arts room, then leans back to hold the door for Besa to enter. "My grandmother is biased… just like you."

Besa eyes the teen, slightly amused, "So you are going to skip me around all day? Will that not get tiring?" Stepping in, he stops right in front of the teen, again with the finger (It's still got the crackle nail polish on it), "Do not speak of your grandmother in such a way. She is very wise." She likes Besa after all, she must be wise! He smile sand the proceeds into the room.

Dylan cocks his head, before he flashes Besa a million dollar smile, "I'd skip you to the moon and back if you wanted." He does however admit, "Yeah, all day might get a little tiring… " He smirks, "She'd say the same thing…" That she was biased or very wise?

Besa takes a second and then laughs, "How far can you go?" Maybe he doesn't believe that the mon is possible, although it could be within sight he supposes. "There is no need for you to tire yourself out you can walk with me and Cocoa and enjoy he day instead, yes?" He glances over to his kick wheel, it has a finished something on it wrapped it paper towels that look like their damp. "She is wise. Do not argue with her, Tom. You will lose!" He's assuming that she said she was wise. "Now, I must finish these pieces so I can sell them." He flashes Dylan a warm, excited smile, "I have enough coin for us to enjoy the day, but I wish for us to be able to try all the foods, yes?" Eating seems to be a safe choice for a date, he's found.

"Just me…' Dylan shrugs, "Anywhere that I am familiar with… granted… I haven't been all that many places, and I have never left the States.. Well, I guess, until now, since the school technically is not part of the US. With someone else… line of sight only… " He looks at Besa, "If money is a concern, I have some money… I can help pay for whatever you have in mind." He's not going to disagree about the futility of arguing with his grandmother; he's done it too many times.

Besa's eyes widen slightly, "So….could you go to the moon?" He can see it! But then Besa is waving his hand, "No, no! I am paying for it!" He grins, excited about the possibility. "You may bring your coin is you want to by a souvenir, yes?" Besa doesn't know if Dylan is that kind of person or not. "I will go Friday and take the mugs that Rain is not able to sell in her store to th coffee shop to get cash for Saturday." Sounds like he's got it all figured out.

Dylan chews on his lower lip slightly, "I don't know.. I have never really thought about it… but even if I could, I couldn't survive in the vacuum of space." He nods slightly, "Okay, I'll bring some money just in case… that I wish to purchase a souvenir." Or that Besa needs some help paying for something, not knowing how little or much that Besa makes off of them. He takes a seat watching the other boy begin to work at the pottery wheel, occasionally asking questions, but mostly just watching the boy work.

Besa seems to be in a happy mood. Cocoa isn't pressing against him, if that's any indication. When he starts working, he gets quiet, not quiet mediative. At peace might be the best way to describe it. But he gladly stops to answer questions, even offering to tech Dylan how to throw if he wishes. It's not an exciting evening, but a good way to end the day.

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