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Fingers had been toying idly with Kidana's totem as she waited for Hanna to text her back or, barring a response text, simply finding her friend in the crowd. She'd been meaning to ask for an unarmed rematch, something Ki was vociferously in favor of instead of what Cami had been doing all weekend. When an arm slung around her shoulders she jumped slightly before hearing Jasper's voice. Almost unconsciously her arm slipped around his waist in return, skimming the board.

"Christ is that the only criteria?" Lips pursed. "Use Batman. It's who you are anyway, isn't it? Plus you can ah...say you have a lot of tricks below the belt." Fingers tugged at his own lightly with a laugh. "I mean, dudes are judging so, appeal to their nerd sides. Talking about how big n' juicy your d**k isn't gonna win over Mark." Her free hand reached back up to toy idly with her necklace again but she was grinning this time. "I'll root for you though, Mister J. Hanna promised pom-poms or something."

The texts were sent rapid fire because it was something to do and made her look less alone in a crowd. Hanna wasn't always sure what to do in large crowds when everyone seemed to know each other better than they knew her. When the strange man disentangled himself from Cami and headed off in another direction, Hanna approached the other redhead, snapping her phone shut and tucking it into the pocket of her hoody.

"Hey, stranger," she said, bumping Cami with her hip. "I am fresh out of pom-poms, but I bet we could rip up some paper into little shreds and wave those around. I haven't yet decided which horse I'm backing though. Also -- we have a lot to talk about? We have a lot to talk about."

Hanna didn't like hearing gossip about her friends secondhand, but she had been hearing things. And she would prefer to get the truth from Cami instead. In a fit of bad manners, she grabbed her phone one last time and clicked 'send' on a text she had typed previously but waffled about sending.

Seeing the text just as Jasper started talking about bra-stuffing and Slave Leia costumes she raised an eyebrow and shot one back while half-listening to the precious nerd draped over her.



Why Hanna wanted to especially talk about Otto she didn't know unless it had something to do with Maebe. Or maybe because they were roommates now? Everyone seemed to think that was especially note-worthy which, really she agreed, but they thought it was also strange. Her mind trailed off slightly but it was pulled back at the idea of being 'charbroiled'. Blue eyes turned up towards Jasper and she frowned, slightly. "It didn't look that good at first. I got it cut. But yes, it could've been worse." Nudging him with a hand at the small of his back, she pushed him towards the table. "Better hurry. I think they might be closing."

Hanna was there not even a minute later, bumping against her and getting a big smile in greeting, quickly turning into a pout. "Well, I think Mark printed enough entry forms so that the whole island could have entered three times. He's a bit of an optimist, I think." Eyeing the table she wondered how many they'd need. "Maybe we should scope seats first? Gonna fill up fast when everything starts and we need a good view." The best view, in fact.

Combing through the seats until she found one she liked she dropped her butt down and grinned. "Now what did you wanna know?"

Hanna trailed behind Cami, stumbling once over a chair while she shot off another text. Smooth.



For Hanna, it was like watching reality TV again, since she had been denied that upon signing up. She had her own negative tendencies and critical lens, but this was going to be interesting. Even if Jack didn't see it that way. Come on, even that science girl who wanted to skin the body when they were peeling potatoes had joined up!



Flopping into a seat beside Cami, Hanna tucked her phone away, pursing her lips for a moment before turning to regard the redhead. Oh, right, she had wanted to know stuff! "Okay, so -- I do want details on Disney, but what is this with you and Otto?" One eyebrow raised up. "Twitter is blowing up with you going off about Otto and slut shaming and... I mean, do you have something you need to tell me? Did the Disney princess magic make you feel, I don't know, romantic?"

Then, lowering her voice to a whisper, she asked: "Did you ******** him? Because, I mean, I get it, this place is equal parts dangerous and tempting, but... did you?" Hanna had not yet noticed that Peyton arrived.

Finally trusting Oliver enough to release his hand, Finn gave the life trainee an evil smile. "Fine, but in that case, I want a private show later from you as well." An arm, now free of hand holding, was looped around Oliver's shoulders as if to give the impression that the two of them were here together, his eye shifting back to where Ripley stood chatting to some guy Finn didn't know or give two ******** about, and then back to the judging table where it still appeared that more men were signing up then women.



Suddenly they were blessed with more company, of which Finn noted at least one of was refusing to meet his gaze. The one in the wheelchair. What the ******** was Ian doing in a wheelchair? Oh well, what was more important to note, is that the man who had professed to be single previously was now there with either his ex or his rekindled love. Mentally eye rolling, he offered Shiloh a large smile behind his usual steady, cold gaze.

"So the happy couple has reunited I see. That explains so much." He didn't look at Ian when he said it, and went on his hunch that the two had reconciled.

If he was wrong well...he was sure somebody would correct him.

Oliver would have gone pale had he not already been blushing so hard. "N-no!" He blurted out quickly, but he knew when it came to that smile, if he tried to get away from Finn's 'loving' gesture the guy would just find an even worse way to grab him.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone buzzed in his pocket, and made a tiny nervous noise as he hastily wrote out a reply.



He shoved the phone away quickly before Finn could peek at his reply.

Ian and Shiloh showing up was exactly the kind of distraction he needed. "A-ah, no! N-not at all!" He stammered a bit too quickly, trying to give Ian a smile. The source of the difficulty, surprisingly, wasn't Finn and that troublesome arm. Oliver was more bothered by that wheelchair, those poor hands, if he thought about it too long he ended up with a familiar weight in his stomach. But it was a relief to see him with Shiloh, and looking so much happier than before.

He nodded. "Y-yeah, we did." The kid's smile came a little bit easier after that, and for a moment he almost looked comfortable where he was.