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DROPBOX

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HELLO I DON'T KNOW HOW BEST TO DO THIS SO I'M JUST DROPBOXING.
Audrey and pals (she is approved to drag along Maisy and Trudy wanted to go and also Winter who one of you plays, hello,) would love to camp out by the falls in an attempt to catch Pocket? If they don't, Audrey's leaving a small bundle of really cute jewelry and stuff (including the best pair of sunglasses she can find) and a note that reads

"Hello.
It's Audrey Poke.
We're helping you.
Please just tell us how.
Anytime. You know where we live."

She's sooooo good with words guys.
But also she will stay for a very long time in an effort to tell Pocket this herself, which she would, even if the others didn't stay? It's her senior year she can skip some classes?

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.]

Winter remains furtively toward the back of the group until others have asked, but once the others have spoken, she steps forward and presents an old canvas backpack stuffed full of potions and poultices, bandages and herbal remedies from Pre-Healer Studies. Atop all that heavier stuff, there's also a deck of cards and a chain of spring daisies.

"Hope you're okay. I—I'm worried about Ms. Treetops, too," she says, after another moment. "Sh—that's not her. Not really."

Audrey springs to life as soon as she hears the ground shake. She wasn’t sleeping before; awake and alert and awfully worried. Her face lights up with visible relief when Pocket shows up. She has to cinch her hands to her side so as not to give in to the urge to try and hug the partybug. “Oh hi.” She murmurs, instead. But she knows not to stall, and her expression gently falls. “Pocket...we know. There’s something wrong. And...you need to let us help you. You’ve helped me. So. Just...tell us how. ...and I’m not moving til you do.”

This is the most Audrey has spoken aloud in recent history, but the way she plants more firmly to the floor makes it seem like she means it.

Pocket stands taut, posture rigid, but only for a moment more. Her brows knit up and she sighs, and when she does the whole cave seems to exhale with her. "Oh, Audrey. Guys," she says, a little watery, and pulls her glasses off her face to scrub the tears from her one good eye. This close, it's much easier to see, this is an old, old scar, long healed now, but no less devastating to the partybug's features.

She sits. Just abruptly plops to the ground, legs crossed, and maybe it's an invitation to talk. Like sharing gossip at a sleepover. "I like? I wish...I wish I could," she says as she wipes her eye with the heel of her hand. "I thought that you could. But I was wrong and I won't be wrong again. You lovely things are so fragile, even when you are just, like, saplings. You're made to bend, but this breaks you. You break, and you break, and you shatter. I've seen it. And I—I can't let any of you hurt yourselves, again."

Pocket looks up, meeting Audrey's gaze. "My dreamer, just being you, just surviving, that's enough. But I promise, helping you all is what I love. It's my job."

Audrey does sink down next to her and does try to put an arm around whatever passes for cicada shoulders.

"We won't." She says, soft. "Just because one of us breaks...we might not."

"Pocket. Tink. We know you're trying to help us, but you're not keeping us safe by keeping us in the dark. We need to know what's going on." Trudy's voice is even but projected, like the opening of a round of debates. "We need to know what happened in 1989. To you, Lionel Qualls, the Stump, the adults and their memories. It's important for us to have the truth, so we can anticipate how this will affect us now."

"It seems like that, doesn't it?" Pocket says, still a little sad. She's sitting heavily, slouched and slumping forward, with her cheek in the palm of her hand. For a time it seems as though this is all she'll say on the matter, but she lifts her head and finally meets Trudy's eye.

For a bug who has always seemed nothing but jovial, ready for a good time, the blank resignation on her face is an odd fit. "At first we thought you have to see all of him to defeat him. We tried. We did. All of us. But the weed's like a real bad rumor. He grows in little bits every time he's told. The only way to stop him was not to see him at all. That's what the four heads told me, and we had already made such a mess. I couldn't—when they used me to catch him, they bound me, too. So, it's, like, hard? You have to talk around it to say anything at all."

She sighs and it shudders her shoulders, but the girls get the impression that she's trying to say more. Her next words come slowly, carefully, like a hike over rocky terrain. "Humans, the ones you hide from, they wanted infinity, and they got it from somewhere strange. But something like that is hungry, and it eats, and it eats, and it eats. We pushed it back, though. Knit its mouth closed. It cost...so much." Pocket stops, presses her face into her hands. She sits like that, silent, for a long time.

Frustrated, now, she goes on, "We were safe. We were fine. I've held it closed by myself all this time. But then, far away from here and not very long ago, in another place with another heart, something like me died. We felt it, a wound that we all had to help fill, but that pulled me too tight. Something, like, slipped out? Ughhhhh..." Pocket balls her hands to fists. "The only way to stay safe is not to look! You can't look! You are so incandescent, my little scholar, but this has to stay dark. You can't know. That's...that's how you prepare. They told me so. It's...all I can say."

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What sorts of things can I ask about here?

CAMPING TRIP?

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CAMPING TRIP?

CAMPING TRIP?

CAMPING TRIP?

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CAMPING TRIP?

CAMPING TRIP?