It seems like the holler conspires against the girls this evening. A large shrub that's not usually there blocks the main path to the caves behind the falls, but undaunted they push on, finding a different route through the brush. They arrive at the caves and find them empty, which isn't entirely unusual.
Pocket does not respond to calls, even mentions of parties, and though the quartet certainly feels a sense of safety within the yawning cavern, the light feeling that usually accompanies it is absent. Instead, the cave feels strange. Confused. Empty, but crowded. It's a difficult feeling to explain, but it settles over each of the cave's visitors all the same.
They're stubbornly here for a reason, though, and they've brought camping supplies, so they set up, making themselves comfortable on the damp, mossy rocks, and they wait.
And they wait.
And they wait.
For a time, a cold, unwelcome wind blows through the cave, spraying mists from the Falls at the quartet of concerned students, but after a while, that lets up. The wind calms, the cave warms, even dries out a little.
And they wait a little more.
A little longer.
It's well past curfew, well past midnight, nearly on to morning when Pocket finally appears, the sound of her climbing up from the very earth waking anyone who has dozed off. She looks embarrassed and strangely tired.
"Heeyyyyy guys," she says, a little sheepish. "So, you need, like, something, huh?"
[We'll let each of the four characters mentioned in the original comment have one interaction with Pocket here. So if you've got something you want to tell her or need to ask her, go ahead! We're limiting it to one each for the sake of time. Also, just so it doesn't get hung up, the girls are caught on their way back from the cave, each loses 10 points for their house and receives a detention to be served on Saturday afternoon. Bad Girls Do It Right, as they say.]
Re: CAMPING TRIP?
Pocket does not respond to calls, even mentions of parties, and though the quartet certainly feels a sense of safety within the yawning cavern, the light feeling that usually accompanies it is absent. Instead, the cave feels strange. Confused. Empty, but crowded. It's a difficult feeling to explain, but it settles over each of the cave's visitors all the same.
They're stubbornly here for a reason, though, and they've brought camping supplies, so they set up, making themselves comfortable on the damp, mossy rocks, and they wait.
And they wait.
And they wait.
For a time, a cold, unwelcome wind blows through the cave, spraying mists from the Falls at the quartet of concerned students, but after a while, that lets up. The wind calms, the cave warms, even dries out a little.
And they wait a little more.
A little longer.
It's well past curfew, well past midnight, nearly on to morning when Pocket finally appears, the sound of her climbing up from the very earth waking anyone who has dozed off. She looks embarrassed and strangely tired.
"Heeyyyyy guys," she says, a little sheepish. "So, you need, like, something, huh?"
[We'll let each of the four characters mentioned in the original comment have one interaction with Pocket here. So if you've got something you want to tell her or need to ask her, go ahead! We're limiting it to one each for the sake of time. Also, just so it doesn't get hung up, the girls are caught on their way back from the cave, each loses 10 points for their house and receives a detention to be served on Saturday afternoon. Bad Girls Do It Right, as they say.]