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[awickedtime]

The beach is still a novelty. Even if Greendale hadn't been landlocked, it's pocket climate wouldn't necessarily have loaned itself to lying out on sandy beaches. Not that Nick would have had time; recently, at least, his life at the Academy had exploded and he had barely had time to stop and think, let alone enjoy himself.

The less said about what came after the academy, the better.

Nick lives on a blanket on the sand, one arm pillowed under his head, shades on, and a book propped up on his chest. He's reading some mortal's idea of magic, and, honestly, it's laughable, but at least it's entertaining. On his ribs there's an angry red scar, that no amount of magic seems to be able to get to fade. Not yet, anyway. They'll keep trying.

For now, though, there's sun, and the sound of the sea.
Nick Scratch finds himself more or less content.

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[swerved]

"Yeah, that's gonna last for a while," Kat says with a nod. "Even times like this, when it's... not normal, but as close as it gets." Things tend to come in waves around here, utterly fucking crazy for a while and a stretch of calm. Right now, stretched out on the beach and eating junk food, there's nothing particularly strange about it, except that ocean goes nowhere and they're all still stuck here, all here in the first place.

[awickedtime]

"Greendale had it's moments," says Nick, popping another fry into his mouth. "Things didn't always feel normal there, either." He thinks that was probably more to do with the Church of Night than anything else, but that's a theory that will probably never get proved now."

[swerved]

"Yeah," Kat says, huffing out a laugh. Chicago wound up not being all that normal either, as it turned out, with its weird demonic shit, more than just the one that was out to get her mother. Maybe things are just fucked up everywhere. At least it's made Darrow's oddness a little easier to swallow. "Things had gotten pretty far from normal around the time I got here. I guess that helped."