What a year...
May. 8th, 2006 04:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grand_fallguyLord Palamon may have been dead on about the intensity of the war, but he kinda exagerated the duration of it. In two brief, but terrifying, messy battles, the Fae Turf war had ended. Between the Agency finding Mortals for the returning Fae, and Mr. Izanagi agreeing to mediate any disputes, things settled down pretty quick.
Which meant that my life,finally could return to normal. Well, as normal as life in Flatbush can be when you've got a Bannik in charge of the bathroom, and an English Hobgoblin as your butler. What normal meant now was that I no longer had Teleri predicting my death (she was kinda busy with her auditions and everything anyway), and I was free to continue my Junior year unmolested.
Second semester went pretty quickly it seemed. With the crisis over, I didn't see too much of my otherwordly friends, and even Neil made himself fairly scarce. He was busy regaining the leadership of the Rawbone Kings. His long absence had left an opening for Alpha Male. All that I could handle, though I did find myself missing the smell of dead fish from time to time. But the big blow came when T'ing went back to China for an exchange program.
"Mom says I need to re-connect with my ancestors." T'ing explained.
"Foolish woman!" Yang always had something to say. "You've got me! I'm all the ancestor you need!"
T'ing rolled her eyes, but grinned. "I know that and you know thatAnnoying Honored Grandfather. But mom doesn't."
She turned to me. "Actually I think she's doing it to piss of Grandma."
All this left me pretty much where I'd been when all this mess started. Single, with the worst of my worries being grades, and Mandel kids.
Until the end of March.
"What's this?" I asked, picking up the Brochure.
FANDOM SUMMER CAMP
"Ah Welcome Home sir," Hobson said, emerging from the "kitchen". "I see you've found Lord Palamon's latest scheme."
"Oh hell."
"Actually sir, it's off the coast of Virginia. Though from what I've heard, it may possibly connect to Hell."
A world class poker player, I wasn't. My confusion obviously showed on my face.
"Lord Palamon believes, and for once his advisors agree with him, that as our Champion, it would behoove you to expand your horizons."
"By going to Summer Camp?" Visions of mosquito bites and leeches danced in my head. That and psychotic killers with sports equipment. The closest I'd ever gotten to Summer Camp was days spent at the YMCA when I was a kid.
"It's not just any Summer Camp sir." the Hobgoblin assured me. "Fandom Island exists in, well it's difficult to explain sir. You recall the nature of the Leeside and it's relationship to this realm?"
"Yeah," I said caustiously. I thought I was figuring out what he was getting at.
"Two separate planes of existence intersecting. Fandom intersects many different places and times, making it home to any number of unique individuals."
"I get it," I said, thoughtfully, looking at the brocure again. "Lord Palamon thinks that it'll help me deal with the various domestic spirits, if I have more experience with weird shit."
Hobson winced a bit at the profanity. "Just so sir."
"Well I can't say it's as bad as most of his ideas, but there's a reason I've never gone to summer camp before."
"Master Runyon has already offered to pay the tuition sir. Though if you wish pocket funds you may need to seek employment."
I stopped myself from asking just how he knew what the reason was. The fact that we lived in a one bedroom apartment, with me sleeping on the couch in the living room probably tipped him off.
The more I thought about it, the better it was sounding. Surely there were no bugs that could hold a candle to New York Rats, and pigeons.
"I'll have to talk it over with Mom." I said finally. By the smile on Hobson's face, I'd guess he knew he'd made his sale.
Which meant that my life,
Second semester went pretty quickly it seemed. With the crisis over, I didn't see too much of my otherwordly friends, and even Neil made himself fairly scarce. He was busy regaining the leadership of the Rawbone Kings. His long absence had left an opening for Alpha Male. All that I could handle, though I did find myself missing the smell of dead fish from time to time. But the big blow came when T'ing went back to China for an exchange program.
"Mom says I need to re-connect with my ancestors." T'ing explained.
"Foolish woman!" Yang always had something to say. "You've got me! I'm all the ancestor you need!"
T'ing rolled her eyes, but grinned. "I know that and you know that
She turned to me. "Actually I think she's doing it to piss of Grandma."
All this left me pretty much where I'd been when all this mess started. Single, with the worst of my worries being grades, and Mandel kids.
Until the end of March.
"What's this?" I asked, picking up the Brochure.
FANDOM SUMMER CAMP
"Ah Welcome Home sir," Hobson said, emerging from the "kitchen". "I see you've found Lord Palamon's latest scheme."
"Oh hell."
"Actually sir, it's off the coast of Virginia. Though from what I've heard, it may possibly connect to Hell."
A world class poker player, I wasn't. My confusion obviously showed on my face.
"Lord Palamon believes, and for once his advisors agree with him, that as our Champion, it would behoove you to expand your horizons."
"By going to Summer Camp?" Visions of mosquito bites and leeches danced in my head. That and psychotic killers with sports equipment. The closest I'd ever gotten to Summer Camp was days spent at the YMCA when I was a kid.
"It's not just any Summer Camp sir." the Hobgoblin assured me. "Fandom Island exists in, well it's difficult to explain sir. You recall the nature of the Leeside and it's relationship to this realm?"
"Yeah," I said caustiously. I thought I was figuring out what he was getting at.
"Two separate planes of existence intersecting. Fandom intersects many different places and times, making it home to any number of unique individuals."
"I get it," I said, thoughtfully, looking at the brocure again. "Lord Palamon thinks that it'll help me deal with the various domestic spirits, if I have more experience with weird shit."
Hobson winced a bit at the profanity. "Just so sir."
"Well I can't say it's as bad as most of his ideas, but there's a reason I've never gone to summer camp before."
"Master Runyon has already offered to pay the tuition sir. Though if you wish pocket funds you may need to seek employment."
I stopped myself from asking just how he knew what the reason was. The fact that we lived in a one bedroom apartment, with me sleeping on the couch in the living room probably tipped him off.
The more I thought about it, the better it was sounding. Surely there were no bugs that could hold a candle to New York Rats, and pigeons.
"I'll have to talk it over with Mom." I said finally. By the smile on Hobson's face, I'd guess he knew he'd made his sale.
