Day 4/2

Bad Guys Need Flowers - Pt. 22
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Cal struggled out of Rog’s car. He ruminated more on the impracticality of such an automobile (the sleek Hummer HX), but he didn’t speak the thoughts aloud. Talking had led to some confusion the last time tried, and Cal was already well-supplied in that area. Once again he stood in front of Derwood County Community Pool. Once again he had no idea why he was there, besides the suggestion of randomly-apparating notes. And once, again, he was there with people he barely knew.

Sure, relationships had begun to form. That’s inevitable after any first meeting, especially when followed by a scorpion attack and group starvation. Still, Cal knew little more of his compatriots than he had the day before. Let’s see, they each owned more than one set of clothing. Rog liked to wear his goggles with various sets of clothing. And Midnight looked good in various sets of clothing. Anything else?

Yes. They each wore clothing.

As Rog went to lock the car, Midnight ordered him to “Hold on,” at which point she reached under the passenger’s seat and pulled out a paper bag. “Alright.” Rog could continue. Beep beep.

Rog: “Is that a present for me? My princess, I am so embarrassed.”

Midnight: “Don’t be. The present’s not for you.”

Rog: “Who is it for, then? Surely not him.” Cal realized that he did know more about these people than he gave himself credit for. Rog was insanely jealous (in addition to, perhaps, being jealously insane). Midnight wasn’t attracted to such people.

Midnight (smiling): “Nope. It’s for an abandoned building.”

Rog tried to save himself the embarrassment he oh-so-recently foreshadowed: “Good good. I’m sure the building is very deserving, as is anything which receives your most sought after attention.” Midnight did not respond, and the group entered the abandoned building.