mostly extinct is not extinct enough.

All things considered, Alec didn't really have that much to pack. Sure, he'd acquired a few new weapons and things over the past two years, like a nice yew longbow and some girl clothes from a sexswap weekend and a lone yellow sock that had tumbled out of his sheets one time when he was doing laundry. But he got everything packed up relatively quickly, and then the only thing left to do was to sit on the bed and wait for the portal.

He didn't think he'd miss this place much, truth be told. He had had some very tolerable experiences here, but also some very aggravating ones, and his place was back in New York. Finally.

Though his classes today had been quite satisfying as Fandom High classes went, Alec's day was turning out to be pretty frustrating on the whole, for reasons that began and ended with the fact that he couldn't for the life of him find his stele.

Alec was not a forgetful person and he didn't tend to lose things, well, ever, so this was both annoying and humbling. If nothing else, he'd have to remember this embarrassing incident the next time he felt like lecturing Isabelle on why she should keep better track of her things. In the meantime, his door was open and he could be overheard muttering in frustration as he checked various drawers in his desk for the damn thing.

[[heading to work in a couple hours, but open if you're good with SP.]]

Alec had spent the last few days pretty consistently upset, and today wasn't much better. Even training in the gym late last night for twice his usual time hadn't helped at all, which was probably because those sessions were good for working off anger and frustration, and Alec wasn't really angry or frustrated, just... sad.

He showered and got dressed and thought long and hard about skipping class today, and then he flung himself back into bed, thinking darkly about how utterly unimpressed his parabatai would be if he saw this pathetic display of heartsickness.

[[open post!]]

A heavier sleeper than Alec might have slept through the inaudible vibration of his sensor going nuts beside him on his sleeping bag today, but Alec was not a heavy sleeper, and that was why he was up before seven today.

He was up and pocketing his sensor within seconds, only vaguely aware of the fact that he usually heard his sensor in addition to feeling it vibrate, especially when the energies it was apparently picking up were this strong. Once he headed outside, he noticed the cluster of three or four really odd-looking demons drifting their way across the campsite toward a NPC who did not look prepared to deal with them.

Alec was rummaging through his weapons within seconds, and then he pretty much charged.

Fun fact: weapons that you had to name aloud in order to get them to work were entirely useless on everyone-is-deaf days, and it wasn't until Alec tried to use one that he realized how fucked the island was today. So it was a very good thing he had his bow with him, too.

Another fun fact: running on sheer adrenaline and the desperation that came with not having a good fight in months, Alec the demon hunter killed his first demons today. Actually, his first four of them. Right in a row. He was a little proud of that as he looked down at the defeated group of whatever-they-weres. Not that he'd ever say a word of that to anyone. Ever.

[[I'm going shopping with my dad in a couple hours and will probably be on extreme, extreme SP all day, but I couldn't not play in this event! Open.]]

Given recent circumstances, Alec found that it took him a little bit of time to get to the campgrounds. Not only did he have a heavy backpack to lug along with him that was stuffed almost exclusively with black clothes and arrows, but he also had a dog and a cat in tow, both of whom were a little rowdy today. Corgi Sparkle kept running ahead, apparently trying to incite Velcro the cat to race him (possibly? Alec wasn't actually sure what the objective was), while Velcro mostly seemed to want to play-fight, which was more than Sparkle had bargained for.

It was trying, to say the least.

Finally he reached this... terrible-looking inflatable structure-type thing, but before Alec could even take the time to be horrified by where he was going to be living for the next two weeks, Velcro either tackled Sparkle or tried to give him a very aggressive hug. Alec sat down on the... entryway with some difficulty, pinched the bridge of his nose and let them fight.

Two seconds later, they were over it and peacefully inspecting branches together. That was fast.

[[open to bouncy-housemates and passers-by!]]

R had made a lot of choices this weekend that Alec would be annoyed, bewildered and/or upset about come Monday, but one of the big ones had to be the way he'd stolen a record player from the junk yard, brought the record player and the blanket off Alec's bed to the preserve, and settled down on the blanket to listen to rock music on a loud enough volume to scare away the deer. It was just weird behavior. Especially for a zombie.

R didn't much care how weird it was, though, because he had his music and a calm place to relax, and that was fine by him. So there.

[[alec is R from warm bodies. open!]]

There were few things as simultaneously frustrating and horrifying (frustifying?) as getting in the shower, just beginning to wash one's hair, and suddenly being set upon by a gremlin who apparently wanted to take a shower in that same stall too. Not sure of what else to do, and mostly certain that killing gremlins was frowned upon around here, Alec had just decided to let the gremlin have it, which explained why he could now be found annoyedly toweling off his hair in his room and glaring in the general direction of the door.

On top of the immediate annoyance, now the cleanliness of all the past showers he'd ever taken here was now called into question, and he really didn't want to think about that. Gross.

[[closed door, open post. idk, i'm gonna be super bored in a few hours.]]

Because Alec was officially the most welcoming of all fake siblings ever, suck it Natalie Adams, no sooner had he met his new little sibling Kate yesterday than they had made plans to go to the shooting range today. And because Fandom had no shortage of professional arms models archers, they even had a judge lined up to oversee the proceedings. In the epic battle of recurve versus longbow, only the world's best archer could be the judge.

Because Clint definitely didn't have anything better to do on the week of his birthday than watch two teenagers shoot stuff, right?

So Alec and his recurve bow and Kate and her arms longbow made their way to the range, where Alec promptly swung his arms awkwardly and looked around. "So... how should we do this?"

[[up crazy early because so am I, la la la. for the archers, but open!]]

Alec was having a comfortably slow week, and he liked it that way. Training in the morning, class in the afternoon, and the occasional handwavey trip to the roof in the evening were more than enough activities for him, and he could only be grateful that there hadn't been any unusual... island things to deal with lately. Since he wasn't planning on going home for Thanksgiving, he had that Student Council dinner to help plan, but other than that, he had absolutely nothing on the horizon to be concerned about, and that was his preferred state of affairs as far as Fandom was concerned.

For now, he was sitting on his bed, quietly sharpening a seraph blade with half his attention on a book he had open on the bed beside him. It was the kind of multitasking that you'd think would end badly, but Alec was pulling it off.

[[door cracked, post open!]]

It was officially way too loud everywhere. In town, in the common rooms, just everywhere. In the world. Ever.

All Alec wanted to do was quietly read his book on demon poison, but no. He had to be subjected to an endless loop of child shrieking. And, considering he'd only ever gotten along with one or two children even when he was a child, it was probably for the best that he keep his distance. 

So for the sake of not going crazy, he was fiddling with that weird mundie music device they'd given out in Seven Deadly Sins class one week and trying to figure out how to make it work. It didn't look like it had any music on it, which couldn't possibly be right, because what was the point, then? And anyway the headphones fit strangely in his ears and the whole thing was just a disaster. Maybe he should go to the library or something. Or New York. Or overseas. Just to be safe. 

[[open!]]