Bite it. Sideways.

It's amazing how quiet it is around here when a new chapter is posted. I would expect for everyone to be crazy loud and rambunctious, excited about what's going to happen next. But this always happens. I post the chapter, and it's like everyone gets all introspective or something. They all have to think about their actions they've taken in said chapter and mull over how they will be effected by these actions. So with things unbelievably quiet on the Oceana front, I decided to check in with my Others. They don't get a lot of time anymore, not nearly as much as they used to. Especially those who aren't in games at the moment.

I found Kitty and Irish together, bonding over the their common love of dance. No one else was around so I thought I'd say hey. "Hola, ladies. How's it?"

Irish looked at me loftily, foot still up on her barre. "We were just discussing the differences between contemporary dance and lyrical."

"Fascinating."

"I am more of a fan of contemporary because it ads in elements of all other dances. Lyrical is somewhat more limited."

I shrugged. "I just like to dance." They both looked at me with a pittying smile, like it was all so over my head. Probably was. Like I know anything about dancing. I just move when I'm told,
where and when. "So anyway, Irish, how's things at The Field?

Irish rolled her eyes, finally dropping her foot to the ground. "Okay, I guess. Slower than I'd like and not as meaty. But whatever. It's something."

"I know. I'm still shopping around, promise. Games just aren't up to our standard of quality anymore."

"It's really quite sad."

"I know."

Kitty frowned, doing a grand plie. "At least you're in a game."

I sighed, watching her. "I know, I know. Don't get your hopes up though, Kit Kat. I don't see myself throwing you or Rogue in anywhere soon. Not unless it's a super amazing game and...I don't know what else."

She was too nice to really say what she wanted, I could tell. She just nodded and went back to her stretching.

"So...any thought as to what was discussed at campfire?"

"The television thing's not so big a deal," shrugged Irish. "Kenayde has been sneaking over here to watch it for awhile now and none of the rest of her crew seems to care much about it. So that hasn't changed. And we've always gone where we wanted without regard to who would be offended or anything."

"So basically, nothing has changed."

Kitty shook her head. "Oh no, things have changed. We insult Xander a lot more."

"And how's he taking that?"

"This morning he told me to bite it. Sideways." The smirk she wore told me it hardly phased her. "I was tempted to actually bite him." The smirk turned into a grin and I was once again reminded who she got most of her training from.

"Yeah, that would have been the last thing I needed. So listen, I'm going to be doing some things around here to force you all to actually be in each other's space. Just, you know, fair warning."

Both girls looked at me warily, but it was Irish who spoke. "What does that mean?"

I shrugged. "I don;t know. We'll see. But we're having a bonfire soon."

"The Shack?" Kitty asked with wide eyes. "Fischer said something about it but I didn't think he was serious."

"Oh yeah. He was serious."

"Hey, where's Noah by the way?"

"He's...got a project. Don't worry about him."

I got some narrowed eyes turned at me but I wandered off before anyone could question me. The next week or so was going to be interesting.