A Forest in Sarah's England, Why Would Anyone Do This, Wednesday Fandom Time

[electrocynic]

Sigh. Guess this retreat thing wasn't one hundred percent proof bollocks.

Alex had caused a small forest fire. That had been moderately amusing. And yeah, yeah, whatever, maybe there was some comfort to be derived from being around Jenny for an extended period of time after so long.

There was still an altogether too massive an emphasis on sitting around in circles, talking about your feelings. Ugh. And the insistence on being calm, like that was some kind of a superior mode of being. And Sarah wouldn't have minded the vegetarian catering so much if it hadn't been primarily bean-based. Add to all that the fact that she had something niggling irritatingly in the back of her mind, and you had one grumpy superhero. But what else was new?

She wasn't supposed to be using her phone – something about disrupting energies – but whatever. There was something very juvenile delinquent about standing behind a shed smoking a cigarette – also frowned upon – while making a call.

She couldn't do much about anything else here, but she could try and nudge the niggling, at least.

[ooc: NFB, for one plz.]

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton had a hangover. He suspected he'd stop having a hangover in about a week, knowing his usual track record.

Maybe two.

So when the phone rang, he winced. (Seriously, could these people not come up with a less offensive comm system?)

After a few seconds of letting it ring, he finally reached over and grabbed it. "What."

[electrocynic]

"They make you say 'omm' during meditation here."

Hello.

[suitably_heroic]

"Well, that's stupid."

What? It was.

[electrocynic]

"It is."

No argument there.

"Doesn't make me feel any fucking more centered than I ever do, either."

[suitably_heroic]

"That's because closing your eyes and muttering 'ommm' doesn't actually do anything," Atton said. He dropped his free arm over his eyes. "Is this another complaining phone call? Because I'm still not in the mood."

[electrocynic]

"Every call is a complaining call." She had to get that out there in a sarcastic drawl. Had to.

There was a pause the length of a drag off her cigarette. "Sorry about that." That was as close to an apology as she was going to get, and she wouldn't dare let it sound anything in the vicinity of sincere. "Anyway, think I'm camping out at the pub in London Saturday once we make it to civilization."

[suitably_heroic]

"After or during the picnic?" Atton drawled. "I probably won't judge you for either."

[electrocynic]

"... That's this weekend?"

Great job being an educator. Great job, Sarah.

[suitably_heroic]

"You know these days they even send around the schedule electronically?" Atton said. "It's a whole new world for your prehistoric planet."

[electrocynic]

Sarah made a subdued 'ugh' sound. "Well, maybe after." But honestly, it was probably going to be during stretching right into after. "But the call of beer is stronger than being kind of miserable wanker who looks at administrative emails. For shame, Atton."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton rolled his eyes. "I might show up," he said, "Once I sleep off this particular hangover."

[electrocynic]

"That's ––"

"Sarah?" called a voice in the background. "Are you... oh, I am so disappointed in you!"

Ugh. "Great, here comes the hippie Gestapo."

Click.

It was abrupt, but at least Atton got to go back to his sleep now.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton pulled a face at the phone, then put it back down.

He turned over in bed and closed his eyes and--

...wait, crap. Cantina time with a girl he'd been sleeping with.

"Aw, crap."