“He’ll be fine. And if the stories dad’s told me about him are true, he can fight for himself,” Meg said easily. “My dad’s got some pressure on him, too. After the whole, quote, ‘Civil War.’ But we have to move on.”
"Yeah," Cameron nodded, glancing at her and back ahead towards the rest of the group. "You're right."
"Sorry…" She looks up at her father, who just nods at her.
“He’ll be fine. And if the stories dad’s told me about him are true, he can fight for himself,” Meg said easily. “My dad’s got some pressure on him, too. After the whole, quote, ‘Civil War.’ But we have to move on.”
"Yeah," Cameron nodded, glancing at her and back ahead towards the rest of the group. "You're right."
“I usually am,” Meg joked. “Except in English. I can never remember the difference between a pronoun and a preposition.”
She looks down, as Peter read the letter, then walks over to Kelly, Eliza, Doctor Strange, and her father. She smiles at Kelly and Eliza. "Hi again Kelly! Have you met Eliza…?"
"Oh, hey, no, hi," Kelly said. (She's not with her dad right now.)
She looks down, as Peter read the letter, then walks over to Kelly, Eliza, Doctor Strange, and her father. She smiles at Kelly and Eliza. "Hi again Kelly! Have you met Eliza…?"
"Oh, hey, no, hi," Kelly said. (She's not with her dad right now.)
(Oh oops)
Eliza waves awakwardly
(sorry)
She smiles slightly, taking a step back, next to her father. If anyone looked, they could easily tell they looked alike.
Eliza rubs her arm with the opposite hand
“He’ll be fine. And if the stories dad’s told me about him are true, he can fight for himself,” Meg said easily. “My dad’s got some pressure on him, too. After the whole, quote, ‘Civil War.’ But we have to move on.”
"Yeah," Cameron nodded, glancing at her and back ahead towards the rest of the group. "You're right."
“I usually am,” Meg joked. “Except in English. I can never remember the difference between a pronoun and a preposition.”
"Prepositions. . . god, don't even get me started on those." Cameron laughed, his blue eyes lighting up as he smiled. "My worst class is Spanish though."
Eliza rubs her arm with the opposite hand
She looks down.
Stark smiles. "Kelly and Renza, why don't you two show Eliza and the others the tower…?"
(I'm on) Jenny walked back to the group. She had a smile on her face but her eyes were sad, as if something dreadful had happened but she didn't want to talk about it.
Eliza rubs her arm with the opposite hand
She looks down.
Stark smiles. "Kelly and Renza, why don't you two show Eliza and the others the tower…?"
"Sure Mr Stark," Kelly said, glancing around for her dad. He'd vanished. Oh well, it's not like this is the first time, Kelly thought.
“He’ll be fine. And if the stories dad’s told me about him are true, he can fight for himself,” Meg said easily. “My dad’s got some pressure on him, too. After the whole, quote, ‘Civil War.’ But we have to move on.”
"Yeah," Cameron nodded, glancing at her and back ahead towards the rest of the group. "You're right."
“I usually am,” Meg joked. “Except in English. I can never remember the difference between a pronoun and a preposition.”
"Prepositions. . . god, don't even get me started on those." Cameron laughed, his blue eyes lighting up as he smiled. "My worst class is Spanish though."
“I tried Spanish once. Had to change my elective because the big fat F I was earning was dragging down my GPA,” Meg laughed.
Eliza looks around twisting a strand of hair around her gloved finger
She smiles at her father, then looks at Eliza. "Come on…I've lived here my whole life…so I know the secret tunnels." She looks at her father, expecting him to be mad.
Stark laughs. "Like a daughter of mine. Good girl. "
"The frick." Eliza backs away, forming a fist behind her back, almost pressing the button to the webs
"You ok?"
Summer awkwardly stood alone, watching the rest of the group interact with each other. She designed new dwarfs in her mind as she leaned against the wall, bored.
"Summer!" She called the other girl older.
"Summer!" She called the other girl older.
(over)
"Uh no."
A voice shouting her name ripped Summer from her thoughts, and she saw Kerenza looking over at her. She smiled and made her way over.
"Yeah?"
"What…?"
“He’ll be fine. And if the stories dad’s told me about him are true, he can fight for himself,” Meg said easily. “My dad’s got some pressure on him, too. After the whole, quote, ‘Civil War.’ But we have to move on.”
"Yeah," Cameron nodded, glancing at her and back ahead towards the rest of the group. "You're right."
“I usually am,” Meg joked. “Except in English. I can never remember the difference between a pronoun and a preposition.”
"Prepositions. . . god, don't even get me started on those." Cameron laughed, his blue eyes lighting up as he smiled. "My worst class is Spanish though."
“I tried Spanish once. Had to change my elective because the big fat F I was earning was dragging down my GPA,” Meg laughed.
"I used to take French. . . let's just say, it didn't go well." Cameron smiled, looking over at Meg. "The only thing I retained was tu es belle which helps me flirt with girls. And that doesn't go very well either." He finished, laughing.
A voice shouting her name ripped Summer from her thoughts, and she saw Kerenza looking over at her. She smiled and made her way over.
"Yeah?"
"Hey!"
"Hi. Did you want something?" Summer asked, wondering why she'd been called over.
She shrugs. "Just wanted to say hi."
Stark notices her nervousness and sighs. "Renza, come help me with a project real quick…"
"Oh, all right. Uh, do you know what we're doing here?" Summer wondered.
“He’ll be fine. And if the stories dad’s told me about him are true, he can fight for himself,” Meg said easily. “My dad’s got some pressure on him, too. After the whole, quote, ‘Civil War.’ But we have to move on.”
"Yeah," Cameron nodded, glancing at her and back ahead towards the rest of the group. "You're right."
“I usually am,” Meg joked. “Except in English. I can never remember the difference between a pronoun and a preposition.”
"Prepositions. . . god, don't even get me started on those." Cameron laughed, his blue eyes lighting up as he smiled. "My worst class is Spanish though."
“I tried Spanish once. Had to change my elective because the big fat F I was earning was dragging down my GPA,” Meg laughed.
"I used to take French. . . let's just say, it didn't go well." Cameron smiled, looking over at Meg. "The only thing I retained was tu es belle which helps me flirt with girls. And that doesn't go very well either." He finished, laughing.
“I’m horrible at flirting,” Meg smiled. “The one time I tried, it took a month for me to live down the humiliation. Lucky for me, the kid moved schools at the end of the year, so at least I didn’t have to have a daily reminder walking around.” Meg’s eyes sparked at the memory. “Dad’s never let me forget it,” she added, laughing.
"Oh, all right. Uh, do you know what we're doing here?" Summer wondered.
"I would ask Mr. Strange. He's the one who called us here…" She walks off with her father.
"I bet you're great a flirting, with a cute face like that." Cameron grinned, glancing over at her. "I can barely get the words out of my mouth when I do."