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Acquiring Students
When my tablet runs out of battery...
The Crew Continues
Crew, Continued
The Day

Doomsday Academy, a few years under a decade before Cya Keeps Leo.


"It's not that it's gross..." Aron spoke carefully, his eyes darting between his three crewmates. "It's just that it seems wrong when they're just..." His hands lifted as if ready to make a gesture, then flopped to the bed, and his cheeks colored.

Today they were in Sunny's cy'Red dorm, stacked on her bed, because one of Aron's cy'ra were... engaged... with a cy'Sweetflower. Loudly.

"And I mean, sure, they're having fun, but then there's going to be that loud mess like there was with the last one, with Silva, and with Kit before that. At this rate, he's not going to be able to talk to anyone in the school by the time he graduates."

"We're not going to do that. Right?" Sunny looked between the three of them, her crew. "We're best friends. We're crew. We're not going to get all... all sexy and start fighting with each other, right? Right?"

"No sex," Astarte agreed with a sharp nod.

"Sex is for outside the crew," Kerr agreed, very quietly.

"It's a deal." They put their hands together and shook, all for one, one for all.
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Acquiring Students
When my tablet runs out of battery...
The Crew Continues
Crew, Continued

Doomsday Academy, a few years under a decade before Cya Keeps Leo.



"We're a day, you know." They were on Aron's bed again, cy'Lightning having proven the best at dealing with the nascent crew. Sunny was laying over the foot of the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Sunshine and darnkess," she gestured at Kerr. "Stars," she flopped a hand at Astarte, "and if we bend your name we get Aroon, and that's a dawn."

Aron raised his eyebrows. "That's a day," he agreed slowly. "Is that what we are?"

Sunny propped herself up to look at Astarte. The smaller girl looked back, twitched an eyebrow. Sunny shrugged one shoulder.

"Yeah," Astarte answered. "I guess we are."

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Acquiring Students
When my tablet runs out of battery...
The Crew Continues

Doomsday Academy, a little over a decade before Cya Keeps Leo.




"So what do we do about cy'rees?" The four of them were flopped in the fourth-year students' dorm all on Aron's bed. He, in turn, was studying the long tail Kerr had recently grown.

"Do?" Astarte peeked up at him through a fringe of hair. "We pick them, right?"

"But we're not all going to pick the same one, are we? I mean, we could... 'cause if we don't, they're going to split us up." One hand went protectively over Astarte and the other over Kerr, leaving Sunny to snuggle into his arm on her own.

"Well..." Sunny mused... "it's a small school. It's not like they can actually separate us."

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Doomsday Academy, a little over a decade before Cya Keeps Leo.


Kerr was not talkative. He communicated when Miss Ascha pushed him in class. He told the cook what he wanted, at lunch. With Aron and Sunny, he preferred gestures and a minimum of words.

When he brought Astarte over to Aron and Sunny, the day she arrived - the first day of their second year of school and her first year - he did so without words. He took her hand and gave a tug; she followed. He tugged again, and she walked with him, her white-pale hand in his dark one, until he tugged her one more time to pull her in front of him, presenting her very clearly to Sunny and Aron.

Aron understood. "Hi," he said, if for no other reason than to prove that one of them actually talked. "We're a crew, or we will be when we're old enough. Want to join?"

She was as small as they had been a year ago, her eyes wide. But she smiled. "You're funny," she told Kerr. "I like that." She tilted her head at Aron, looked down at her hand, still firmly held in Kerr's, and giggled. "I think I already did."

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