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Even now, with all her stuff prepared and the canoe pulled up onto the sand, Kate knew she wasn't exactly the camping type. It had taken her way too long to realize that she'd forgotten to pack any water, even though she'd remembered food, a sleeping bag and a flashlight. The serious lack of water was the reason she was late now, jogging along the boardwalk to where she'd left the canoe, hoping Effy hadn't been there for ages already, waiting for her. Not that she was particularly punctual most of the time, so it probably wasn't even a surprise.

And even though she knew she wasn't the camping type, she was excited for the trip. In all the time Kate had been on the island, she'd never done anything like this. Killer stuffed animals hardly counted as an adventure, since that wasn't exactly the sort of fun anyone went looking for. She hadn't been to see the dinosaurs, hadn't gone down into that underground city, hadn't changed bodies with anyone -- though she had been a dude for a few days, which had been sort of fun. This, though, was planned.

On top of that, she'd never really gone on any sort of trip with a girl friend before. She and Tara had done that weekend trip that had ended pretty okay, even if it had started off rough, but she'd never done anything like this. By eighteen, she figured it was the sort of thing everyone had done, but not Kate. Of course, by eighteen, most girls hadn't done half the shit she'd done, but that sort of wasn't the point.

"Hey!" she called as she finally made her way to the beach, breathing hard and skidding in the sand a little. She dropped her pack as she tried to catch her breath, then waved her hand absently at the canoe. "Sorry. Forgot water. Had to go all the way back."

Threaded | Flat

Effy Stonem was not the type of girl who enjoyed operating on a strict schedule. Even in school, she had managed to float in and out of classes without drawing much of anyone's attention, a soft raise of her hand and a motion of her head towards the restroom had been all that she ever needed to do. People didn't question you, she'd learned, when there were no words on your tongue to tell any lies, when every single message was encapsulated in the bright blue of one's eyes. But for those she cared deeply about, Effy was capable of holding herself to the tick of the clock, and there was no doubt in her mind that Kate Gregson was one such person worth molding for, changing for.

And even though Kate had arrived late, the time hadn't been put entirely to waste, an intricate circle of whorls drawn all around Effy's person, from where she'd stretched from her seat, drawing overlaying flowers. Glancing up, she grinned and nodded in the direction of the canoe.

For such a short trip, they hadn't needed to pack much. Yet Effy had brought along enough for a party twice their number. Including a large bottle of water.

"Very prepared, then," she smiled.