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A Whole New World

Camille was in Disney World. The happiest place on Earth! Everything was so magical and contained in such a way that it was like living inside a bubble of happiness where nothing was going to climb under your skin, set you on fire, or try to kill you. Supposedly. Even if it had, at this point, nothing could dim her enthusiasm. Not even Otto's grumbling about her energy level could prevent her from all but dancing down the ramp from the monorail, through the gate, down the cobblestone road of Main Street USA.

Disney World!!!

Otto had firmly cemented himself as one of the best human beings to exist ever in the history of all things. It'd been nothing for him to check them into the hotel, to secure their tickets, to move in her glitter-filled wake. "Yeah, they do." She agreed easily enough, grin wide. "But I figure I've been waiting to come longer than they have so it's alright. I had it all stored up." Hands on her hips she turned right, then left, trying to figure out which way to go. "You said you like Pirates, right?"

A Whole New World

That was the thing about Cami and dreams. She could hold on to them for eternity if it meant that maybe, one day, she'd get to check one off her mental list as fulfilled. Disney World, meeting her father, learning to hold on to her smile when she didn't feel like smiling, getting her Master's, maybe even getting married. The last one she wasn't entirely sure on and, for once in a rare while, the guy she was out with was one she wasn't trying to get naked. It was kinda weird but not in a bad way. A good one.

Holy hell were her priorities changing? Scary.

Still, she noticed the discomfort Otto had around the screaming collective surrounding them and was merciful. "Alright, well, I know the Pirates are in Adventureland. We just have to..." Trailing off she grabbed him lightly by the sleeve and tugged. "C'mon, Captain Otto Sparrow. We got a ship to catch!"

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One day Camille was going to find out about Otto's tragedy and feel rather horrible and insensitive on a whole, two of her worst possible adjectives to apply to herself. Really she was surprised he hadn't yet taken her aside and told her to take it down a few notches but it seemed, in general, that Otto was a lot more tolerant of silliness than his immediate demeanor would suggest. Which was excellent, really, because she was a very silly young woman. Kidana hadn't approved of this 'leave' at all. There was so much left to learn, so much left to train for, and the magenta-haired trainee didn't care in the slightest.

Cuz, really, Disney World??? Like hell she was saying no!

All-in-all the park was surprisingly uncrowded for a hot May weekend. Oh sure there were lines but fifteen minutes, twenty tops, not the hours upon hours-long queues she'd heard horror stories about once upon a time. Perhaps it took them a little longer to meander their way to the Pirates attraction than it might have had she been to the Magic Kingdom before, but she kept getting sidetracked.

Still, they made it, and into what was a rather dark, rather cool..."Cave? This is a cave?" Nervousness was in her voice but she muscled through it. "It's going to be neat. And I know there's nothing sudden about it." Or scary. Supposedly.

Casually, because that was the only thing you could do when you were quietly afraid of the dark and nobody really knew it, the fluffy-haired trainee hooked her arm through Otto's. "Yep. You sit in the boat, the boat goes through the ride, and that's that." Never mind that her toes were curled into her boots as they did get into that boat, crowded with three others in the row next to her, straight into a dark tunnel. Nope nope nope.

Why was this a good idea again? Oh. Otto liked pirates. She liked pirates too...in theory. A cannon fired somewhere behind her and the yelp that sounded in the poor blond's ear was probably enough to deafen him. At least by the time Johnny Depp's portrayal of the quintessential pirate signaled the end of the ride she'd gathered herself enough to enter the gift shop and try to distract from her slip-moment.

Distractions like putting a pirate hat over Otto's baseball cap and beaming. "Yep, it's meant to be."

Luckily for Otto the Antiguan was far too wrapped up in covering her own fear to notice any semblance of his. Plus, to be totally unfair in a general sort of way, Otto was pretty white to begin with. That he had gone pale would have taken far greater observation skills than poor Camille possessed. What she did have in spades was the ability to pose with a spectacular, overblown hat perched atop her head. Her accent was laid on purposefully thick as she struck a pose that only Captain Morgan could truly imitate. "I'm from the Caribbean, Captain Otto. You'll have to try harder to defeat the likes of me!"

It was with actual reluctance she put the hat back. Money was still a bit tight as it was still her first few months at Deus and there were souvenirs to buy. Cute Mickey ears for her and Otto to wear in a picture for Shu, something involving princesses for them, something Alice for Mimsy, something Stitch for Peyton. Jasper was far harder but she was determined.

Browsing through a rack of fake seashell necklaces she clucked her tongue. "Maybe one day we should go to the islands. I know we live on one but it's not nearly the same. Then we'll make you a real pirate."

Beelining for another set of hats, looking for one that could perhaps be added to Otto's Habitual Baseball Cap Collection, she frowned slightly. "No it's not that I mean...it's not alive in the same way." Deus' island was alive in its own way, its own creepy creepy way, but not like the rest of the Caribbean. "The islands I grew up on lived and breathed in their own way. All the people, the markets, even the damn tourists." Of which they were, currently, and the irony wasn't lost on her. "Not sure I can really explain it, it's just a thing you feel when you're there." Or maybe she was just crazy?

Wouldn't be the first time.

Shrugging it off she picked up a black cap sporting the Pirates logo and held it out to him. "How about this one?"

Eyes went big so quickly that it was clear she was faking the shock. "Real money?" She whispered beneath her breath, like he'd just offered her a glass slipper and a one-way trip to a royal palace. "Oh Otto do you really think I can one day?!" Dropping the hat on top of his own loosely she grinned. "The dollar stretches a bit farther there than here and we don't even have to get a hotel! We can just stay..." Remembering, suddenly, she dimmed for a moment before lighting back up. Always smile, Camille. Nobody wants to see anything else. "Okay so we need a hotel but I know a few places that are super nice to locals." Her accent came back out then, to play, heavy and brilliant. "And I am most definitely a local. You can take the girl off the island but the island never leaves the girl."

Sudden homesickness washed over her but was dispelled as she looked out the store and saw something that made her squeak suddenly. "Ohmigosh Otto is that Princess Jasmine?!" Excitement came back in a rush as a plan immediately formed. "You need a picture with her. We both do." But it was more important to get Otto with a princess on his arm. Every princess. Mischief gleamed in blue eyes as she turned towards the register. This was the best day ever.