Open Finished Come on. Barbie, let's go party

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Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle. Every step was a small one. Every breath was filled with self-pity. ''Soooo.. waaarm,'' he gasped exasperated. Small beads of sweat were gathering on his forehead, despite his excellent preparation for this tropical vacation. With a self-pitying groan, Allen wiped the sweat off. Salty. Carrying all these suitcases had proven more of a task than he had expected. Who could have predicted this?! Definitely not Allen nor Wren. All that had been on his mind when packing was to hoard all his summery clothes, throwing them into his bags in a chaotic rain of fabrics.

Speaking of rain, back in England, it had been borderline stormy weather, but he had stubbornly refused to bring a coat, instead opting for a bright casual dress shirt with yellow pineapple print, green shorts, and blue flip flops. Even his sunglasses were neon pink, which clashed with his bright orange hair in a way that was never seen before. Stylish. His suitcase bulged on all sides, and some oddly colored socks stuck out of the opening, showing the shitty packing job he had done. He was quite certain that some of his clothes had been lost along the way, but who had time to start a search party for a sock? They always ended up alone after a few wash cycles anyway. It was the way of life.

Fi-na-lly they reached the doors of the dormitory building. If they had just followed the written instructions, they would have been there ages ago, but the paper had been crammed into his pocket never to be looked at again, because how hard could it possibly be to find a building in a brand new place? Allen threw his weight against the door, swinging it open. ''Heellloooo!'' he yelled, before awkwardly pressing himself against the door, keeping it open for his blue-haired friend to scurry through first. ''Move your butt, I'm literally melting.'' The heat and sunlight had provided him with a much needed energy boost, but had not completely prevented him from sweating. Hopefully, these buildings had some sort of air conditioning built in.

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This was absolutely the worst vacation ever. Wren let out a heavy sigh, followed by a mean stare in the general direction of the sun. It was just so unfair! Why did she even have her super stupid negation powers if they didn't even function as sunblock? That was like the only useful thing she could have done with it. But noooo, it didn't work like that, of course it didn't. If only she could have picked which powers she had herself... But now all she could do was endure the heat and the humidity. Oh, and she made sure to complain about it every two steps, because, well, it was just stupid, all right? She even had a summer dress on for once, as she had been totally prepared for the heat, and she was still melting! Okay, the dress was black, but still. The sun should know when enough was enough.

She snuck a glance at the boy walking in front of her. He was also complaining and was about as slow as her, although he managed to stay slightly in front of her. It might have to do with the weight of their luggage; if his was full, hers was ready to explode. Wren had been too lazy to make a selection of things to take, so she just stuffed everything within arm's reach into her suitcase. She was also carrying an extra bag, just because she needed to take more than her dumb suitcase would fit. Somehow she had convinced herself that Allen would surely carry their luggage, or some kind of butler would appear to bring it to their rooms. That happened at luxury resorts, right? Well, no such luck this time.

Her annoyance at the sun now suddenly turned to Allen, who - although also tired from the heat - still had some spring in his step. His STUPID ability of course granted him the possibility to absorb and retain the energy from the sun. His ability was actually useful in this situation. Wren was sure about it: that was quite simply a criminal offense. How dare he! They were friends, weren't they?! Then why wasn't he suffering with her??

Wren became suspiciously quiet as she stopped complaining, and instead focussed her complete attention on Allen - or more accurately, on the sealing of his ability. Hehehe. If she was suffering from the heat, so would he. She made as sure as she could that Allens ability was blocked. 'Denied,' she whispered under her breath, unable to resist using her catchphrase. That was much better. Now all she had to do was wait until he would notice what she was doing. This was a good distraction from the heat.

After what seemed like hours filled with walking around, they finally arrived at a building that had been in the rumoured 'instructions' they had received. Wren knew of no such thing. Surely, these documents were faked and didn't exist. All this was of course code for: I threw everything relevant away immediately. And Allen had claimed that surely, it was super easy to find their location, because why would they make it hard on newcomers? Very logical reasoning, very solid. And so they had set off without thinking, had looped around the place several times, and were completely worn out before they reached their destination. But they had done it! They survived!

Wren didn't let Allen tell her to get inside twice. She awkwardly squeezed past him as he opened the door for him. She then yelled happily as soon as she felt the cool wind of the air conditioning on her skin. 'YESSS!' she called out, as she flung her luggage to the side and plopped down on the empty seat nearest to her. 'Finally! I thought we were going to die out there,' she sighed, rolling her eyes. 'What kind of torture is this? There could've at least been someone to pick us up! Why would they make us WALK?' Wren made some gestures with her hand, but soon tired of that and hung her head back.

Her silence didn't last long: after a few seconds of playing dead, she suddenly turned to Allen and raised her hand. 'Up top! We found it! We're geniuses,' she proclaimed proudly. The Sahara temperatures on this island had not beaten them down, no sir! 'So, now for the next most important thing on the list..' Wren continued. She started looking around the room, although she was still too lazy to get up to seriously pursue her goal. 'Where's the cocktail bar? I'm totally ready for happy hour!' It was always five o'clock somewhere. Maybe even in England, because time zones and whatnot. Wren didn't really know, but did that matter? Nah.

After a while, she gave up the search to once again address Allen. She raised her voice, as if mimicking the WWE commentator. 'SO. ARE. YOU. READY... FOR THIS VACATION??' She smiled brightly as she shouted this to him, fully expecting him to return her enthusiasm. It was special to her, after all. Sure, she had spent time on vacation with the Springs family before, or even with Allen separately, but this time the invitation had been specifically for them. They had been chosen, together. And Allen had decided to come here with her. It just made this whole thing so much better, the fact that she didn't have to go alone - or the fact that her travel companion was Allen. Not that she'd tell him that in so much words, though. 'I'm going to find booze and then a pool or a party or something. A pool party,' Wren reasoned. 'It doesn't look like it's going to cool down soon, after all. Or, do you have any bright ideas?' She would never underestimate Allen's potential to come up with the best ideas, so for now she finally shut up, awaiting the answer his genius mind would provide her with. Oh, man. She couldn't wait for this vacation to get started.
 

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The only thing that had kept them going over the past half an hour was constant complaining. Louder and louder, every remark more self-pitying than the previous one. Too warm, too far. Too much luggage to carry, because they both had so much stuff. True first world problems. Luckily, the suffering together made it barely bearable. Plus, when the building finally came into sight, Allen felt his heart jump with excitement. Oh man, the adventures they would have, he couldn’t wait to get started. But first, going inside to cool down. Wren squeezed past, dinking him with her large suitcase. Careless as ever. But there was no time to complain even more, it was time to explore! Loudly announcing their presence, the two newest inhabitants of the school dormitories waltzed in.

The hallway revealed a nice-looking common area, filled with comfy looking coaches and even some computers. ‘Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, there was some sort of bus or something, but then we’d have to wait for like ten minutes, so..’’ He shrugged. Allen started to realize that maybe waiting would have been the better option. Oops. Luckily, Wren also seemed keen to forget their horrible hell walk and celebrate the important part: their arrival. After all, it was the destination that counted, not the road there, right? ‘’Hell yeah we did, warriors.’’ He gave her a resounding high five, slapping his hand against hers hard enough to hopefully take revenge for the suitcase bump in the doorway.


He flopped down on the couch next to her and spread his arms out to invite the cold air to envelop his body. He listened to Wren’s mega list of ideas, trying to muster some energy to get going, but instead yawned lazily. ‘’Mm, it all sounds so good, how can we decide. Do we even have to decide? We can do it ALL if we want to.’’ Another yawn escaped his mouth, with no effort from his part to hide his gaping mouth. ‘’Man, speaking of bright, I can’t believe it – I’m actually tired, and that with all the sunli- wait a minute…’’ A sudden realization dawned on him. Allen gasped dramatically. He sat up straight and pointed at her accusingly. ‘’You-, you sneaky witch..’’ This only confirmed his motto, once again. Witches be bitches. Especially this one. ‘’You owe me a drink!’’
 

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They were finally here! The... dorms, Wren thought. She wasn't really sure about it, but she only had to start worrying about a place to sleep in a few hours. For now, it was way more important to figure out what they were going to do. Wren shouted out her quite simply genius ideas, before focussing on Allen. He seemed to be tired - heehee - and had thrown himself down on the couch next to her. While waiting for his response, Wren started rummaging in her bag and pulled out a bottle of water. She wanted to get it before, but it had been too much of an effort to actually reach down into her bag.. So, her dehydrated body had had to wait until now. The fact that she was still fine just proved that laziness was fine.

She decided to ignore his remark about a bus that would've gotten them here. It would have saved them so much torture it made her sad just thinking about this missed opportunity. But since she was such a nice person, she would forgive Allen. Maybe.
Finally, his response came. 'Well, yeah, I want to do all of these things,' Wren said, thoughtfully. Of course, what was the point in choosing? Allen then yawned, which also triggered Wren to yawn. Infectious. Or, maybe she was really tired... No, she couldn't be! They definitely needed to get the most out of this day, and if she was going to close her eyes now she'd probably fall asleep for real.

And then, Allen finally realized what was going on. Wren tried to keep a straight face while he was accussing her, but at some point she just had to smirk like the evil genius she was, which she attempted to hide by turning her head. 'I DENY any involvement in this,' Wren joked. 'I don't know what you're going on about. Did you finally get a sunstroke?' She tried to wipe the smirk off her face and looked at him again, shrugging as innocently as she could.
Wren only stopped playing innocent when Allen enticed her with his accusation. 'A drink! YES!' They definitely needed to get those. 'See, you always know what the next best step is,' Wren laughed, leaving it to him to decide whether he would see this as a compliment or not. 'Drinks, drinks, drinks,' she then murmured, as she got up from the couch and started checking out the lounge.

There was some sort of vending machine. Hmmm. Interesting. Wren approached it curiously, forgetting how tired and lazy she was. 'Do you think this is promising?' She stood on her tiptoes and tried to peer into the vending machine, as she desperately tried to read what percentage of alcohol was listed on these drinks. But the lighting in the vending machine was not too bright and the fact that she tried to put her face flush against the glass only meant her breath clouded it. 'Hmmmmmmmmm...' Wren said, as if concentrating harder would work.

After a few seconds however, she was done with this attempt, and instead got some coins from her pocket. 'I'll just try whatever,' she concluded. Then she pushed the coins into the machine and punched in some numbers without looking. Wrr, wrr, wrr.. The machine worked hard and in a few seconds, a drink dropped down the hatch. 'Okay, now another one,' Wren narrated out loud. She repeated the process, but this time she picked up both cans and went back to the couch. There, she offered one of the dubious drinks to Allen. If the universe thought they were too young to die, now was the time to find out.
'Cheers!'
 

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They were here now. And if it was up to him, they were here to stay. Because this dorm looked pretty sweet, and the island so far had been beautiful. That was good news, because it meant they wouldn’t have to choose between the various exciting plans that Wren had come up with and could instead take their time doing it all. They’d still had to choose where to start, of course, but it was better than the time they had taken a holiday to Spain and had to decide between either beach bonfire OR epic salsa clubbing for their last night. Impossible.


Sadly, the thought of getting up and doing stuff made him feel tired. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He had energy. Right? Why was he so tired? The culprit was sitting right next to him, with a devious smile and a not-so-innocent denial of any involvement. ‘’More like stroke of genius,’’ he retorted, slightly nonsensical, but better than nothing. But these two besties couldn’t stay mad and dehydrated for long, after all, it was time for a drink.

Wren went off to explore, while he laid on the sofa sideways, his flipflops brushing the fabric. But it was ok, those didn’t really count as shoes. ‘’Yesss, raid it, raid it!’’ he cheered her on. Stealing was wrong, but Wren had some coins so it was all good. ‘’Get me something…’’ Hmm, what did he want. ‘’Something…’’ he mumbled, tentatively thinking. ‘’Something good,’’ he concluded. That wasn't useful. ‘’Something tropical?’’ Luckily, Wren seemed to have a complete grip on the situation with her totally valid tactic of typing random combinations. His arm shot forward to grab one of the cold cans. He snapped it open and dinked it against Wren’s drink. ‘’To vacation and exploration in this nation,’’ he rhymed, before taking a long gulp of his drink. Fizzy, zingy, with a weirdly sweet aftertaste. ‘’Blue bubblegum grape? Really?’’ He took another sip, and another. He smacked his lips. ‘’Actually, it’s not so bad when you get used to it.’’ Just like alcohol. ‘’Yours?’’
 

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After hitting the vending machine enough times, it had spat out two drinks, one of which Wren handed over to Allen. Wren had now also plopped down on the sofa, had opened her drink, and clinked it against Allens. Yes, this was the start of the good life! There were so many things that she wanted to do! 'To vacation!' she chimed in, not finishing the whole chant because it was longer than 3 words. It was too much right now. To be honest, she was actually really tired. No matter how much she wanted to party, her body was just very grateful she had finally sat down. It had cost a lot of energy to suppress Allens ability, after all.. He should be happy that she gave him an opportunity to suffer with her. It was only to strengthen their friendship, honest.

Allen seemed to have taken to his drink - it was something weird, but he hadn't dropped dead yet. That probably meant she could try hers, too. 'Hmmm,' she responded to Allen, after taking a sip of her Pineapple - Steppe Grass Delight. She then sampled it a bit, before finally swallowing the whole sip. '... Wow,' she then exclaimed, a quizzical look on her face. 'I.. I really don't know. It's... like, really tropical. Sounds more like what you wanted. You try it.' She shoved the can to his lips, then used her free hand to try and grab his can. Blueberry something sounded more like it was meant for her, with her blue hair and everything. She was curious as to how that tasted. 'But my drink is definitely not bad. We should remember this vending machine, I think we can make some great mix drinks with this!' Yeah, if they procured a bottle of vodka somewhere, Wren had a lot of faith in the contents of his vending machines.

She went on talking a bit about the exciting possibilities for their evening, sipping from her drink until it was empty. Wren tried to ignore how heavy her eyelids got as she babbled on, only stopping to listen to Allens interjections every now and then. Ahhhh... She was just so tired.. They had walked for so long, and she had had to drag her luggage with her, and now they were sitting on this soft, soft sofa.. Wren yawned. 'What did you say?' she asked, as her yawn had blocked out whatever Allen was saying. But even if he repeated it, she barely heard it anymore. So she just mumbled something incoherent, as she felt her head hang lower and lower. 'Yeah yeah, I really want to party,' she said - although the question was whether this was still audbile. She just couldn't fight back her need for sleep anymore. It was way too late to try and wake Wren up.

Wren closed her eyes, losing any kind of consideration for her environment. She was so comfortable. No need to move, or to get up. She could just rest up here.. If she had been aware of the fact that her head was now resting on Allens shoulder and that she had basically curled up against him, she might have woken up instantly and tried to knock him out, so he would forget. But it was futile, because her body dictated her to sleep and she gave in without a second thought. That party would have to wait for tomorrow.
 

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He had bravely taken a sip of his drink without even checking the label - a true hero - and was rewarded with a weird unidentifiable flavour. The bubbles were nice, but the taste was so sweet that he could swear his teeth would fall out one by one and his tongue would turn bright purple on the spot if he kept drinking it.

Wren proposed a trade - or, forced one, more accurately speaking. But it was nice of her, because it was true, he had wanted a more tropical drink. Allen, however, was wise enough not to point out the nicety in her actions, because he knew this girl all too well: She saw herself as a strong, independent woman, a taker, not a giver. So he would just subtly appreciate her thoughtfulness. He grabbed her can, let go of his, and took a big gulp. Then he let out an AAHHH of refreshment, just like in the advertisements for coke and stuff. ''Delish, spot on, perfect choices, like always.'' He drank some more and sighed happily. ''Maybe this vending machine is magical.'' Everything on this island was special, right? So why not a magical vending machine that had given them exactly what they desired, in the wrong order, but alas.

They yapped on and on, talking about plans that grew bigger and bigger. They would dance on the roof. Grafitti the walls maybe? They would find a theme park. They would build a huge celebratory fire pit, light fireworks! Hmmm, yeah, that all sounded so nice. ''Maybe we can.. then.. after, uh,'' he babbled, getting lost in his own train of thought. Wren seemed just as lost as him. ''Uhm, just that we could-'' Wren yawned loudly, a very infectious sight. Allen's face split open wide as well, and he yawned like a lazy tiger after a big hunt. Wren wanted to party. Yeah. ''Then we should get..going.. soon.'' But he made no move to go anywhere. Before he knew it, Wren's head bopped on his shoulder. Her long hair fell over his arm, tickling his bare skin ever so slightly. He grinned.

She looked so stupid, sleeping. Hah! He tried to fish his phone out of his pocket to take a pic. Candid snapshots were always the perfect blackmail material! Carefully, carefully. He took a few shots, then send one to his mom to let her know they had arrived safely. Wren looked surprisingly peaceful. Maybe he would be nice, give her a sec to recover some energy before they went out. In the meantime, he would just close his eyes for a bit.. Just a minute couldn't hurt, right?

OOC: end of thread!
 
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